Chompy shreds a pair of Mights as Dys shoots off one of bigbug's mandibles. Scrabble, meanwhile gets flung off bigbug's back ... and straight into the wall. *OOF!*
You kill another uglygob!
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Mogawg, suddenly rather frightened by his close proximity to all these blue gobs and the huge bug that he nega-bombed, switches to evasive maneuvers, and successfully dodges an attack!
Scrabble practically ricocheted off the wall. His head was ringing and his vision swam, but he never stopped moving. He cracked against the wall, rolled to the side and came right up again, blade first.
The big bug is dead! Your mightiest foe has been slain! That leaves only a single Myght - who's already a bit wounded. It turns and starts fleeing across the chasm via a series of carefully-places roots. Suddenly, an enormous black whippy thing shoots out of the abyss, grabs the Meyet, and pulls it into the void!
As you continue fighting, you hear a scream of terror from across the chasm. Glancing over, you see an enormous black whippy thing grab an uglygob and drag it into the abyss! Your remaining foes flee back the way you came , leaving you alone with the tiny tied-up dragon.
Ser Helmut waves his hand behind him, muttering an arcane phrase.
A strange smell comes from Billy Bob Thornton. The embarrassed bird-lizard shamefully flies back to the little goblin wizard.
"Ha! You better run!
Rugnut and Breakfast lash out at the fleeing foes.
Once the room is clear, he tells Breakfast to heel:
Then he heads over to the edge of the chasm to address the other goblins. He points his sword at the tied up dragon.
"Goblins! We kill ugly things together, and you listen to me and we kills em real good! I Rugnut, scary bird is Breakfast, and dis dragon mine now!"
Scrabble didn't really like being ordered around by gobs he didn't know. Or ones he did, unless they had smartgood ideas. His eyes narrowed. "We not know you. There only one and one of you, and manylots of us. Why you think you give orders?"
"Breakfast? But is afternoon. Scary bird should be... should be... what is da fancy meal that humans have in da afternoon?" Dys has similar feelings to Scrabble on the stranger gobbo giving them orders, but her brain is currently caught in the conundrum of Breakfast. And while all this fighting has made here a little peckish, she's not entirely certain why the stranger is offering them his bird to eat...? Or maaaaybbeeee...
"Scrabble." She elbows the other gobbo in the ribs, stage whispering to him. "I think he offers trade. He gives us da bird to eat and we listens to him. Not sure is good trade, tho. We have plenty of ugly blue gobbos to eats now."
Having also Prestidigatation-ed his bird-lizard, the little knight straightens his helmet before approaching the other knight.
Giving a smart salut (actually swinging his hand up too fast and smartly banging his nose), the little goblin announces,
Yous be haves da honors of battling along side da Tribe of Not Knowings! I be Ser Helmut. Dis be mees bird-lizard, Billy Bob Thornton. Wees be knights too!
He proudly moves his head to better show off his helmet.
Ser Helmut looks at Breastfast.
He turns to Dys and Scrabble.
Second breakfast, mees tinks. He no offer dat. He be a knight too!
Rugnut scrunches his face up towards Scrabble. "You know Rugnut now. And you listen cuz Rugnut helps you kill stuff better. You don't wanna get better at stabby, you don't gotta listen. But Rugnut music is bootiful anyway, so you gonna wanna listen."
He turns and looks at Breakfast munching on one of the fallen creatures as Dys whispers, then turns back to respond. "You no eat Breakfast! And then maybe Breakfast no eat you. We all eat ugly blue things!"
As Ser Hulmut talks, Rugnut eyes him warily. "Why yous got ugly longshanks names like Bob and Sara? You really goblin? And no, like dis one said," he points at Dys, "It afternoon right now. It only dark in here cuz we under da ground." Rugnut gives a self-satisfied nod, confident that he's cleared up this confusion over afternoon and night.
Upon hearing "Breakfast" repeated several times, the Tyrannosaurus looks up at the assembly, a bloody blue arm dangling from between curved teeth. "Raawr, the dinosaur softly interjects.
Not to be undone, the small bird-lizard calls a victory thrill!
Ser Helmut bows formally to the other knight.
Mees captured da longshanks knight, named Billy Bob Thornton. Mees uses mees powerful magicks ta turns him into mees bird-lizard. Mees takes da Helmet da knights. Now mees Ser.
The little goblin nods triumphantly.
Mogawg gnaws on his strip of alligator hide as he takes in the newcomer, Rugnut.
"Your music make us stronger in the fights, eh? Dis is okay."
Chompy poked his head around "Chompy is no ones dragon. Chompy is proper Goblin tribesman. We kills all other dragons, so that we don't get followed home to has our treasures stolen!" he says with anger rising towards the end!
It seems there's nothing left to explore here. Except for the root-covered chasm separating Rugnut/Breakfast and everyone else, of course. And the big monster at the bottom. And the rooms that you just finished clearing. And the uglygob Might corpses. But other than that, you've found everything. Yay!
"So, are we eatin' or what?" Dys grumbles, still confused about who was going to feed whom, and what is even going on with all these new gobbos and their lizard pets. Dys busies herself with some improvised surgery as she attempts to extract the metal stones from the various skulls that they have been buried in by the boomstick, carefully checking the bodies for any shinies in the process.
"An' what are we doin' with dis zombuggy? Is he followin' us now? If so, he gotta sleep in da stables! He stink too much!"
Rugnut's eyes fo wide when he sees Chompy. "Other dragon! Aaah! You goblin too?! I find dragon over here, this one mine!"
Rugnut goes back over to the kobold in his room and pokes it.
The little wizard goblin and his bird-lizard roam around looking for anything magical.
"Zombuggo only stays around for a little while before he smooshes. Hahaha remember when Zomkittie smooshed while Scrabble was riding? Hahaha!"
Mogawg moves carefully toward the edge of the chasm, wanting to sneak a peek at the big monster.
Scrabble was still skeptical, but he did like music, and also breakfast. He kept his eyes on the new goblin, but stayed quiet.
At the bottom of the chasm is the biggest bug you've ever seen. It has about eleventymillionbajillion legs and is as long as an entire tribe of uglygobs! The beast is jet black with evil red eyes and has a tail that waves around like a whip.
There's no magic here, but you find a bunch of other cool stuff! On the boss table is a white stone statue of a crouching horned devil. It's weighing down a map and a piece of paper with two columns of squiggly writing. Under the table is a big sack full of things.
- S Spear x12
- Assorted coins totaling 45gp, 9sp, 3cp
The black dragon hisses when you poke it. It probably doesn't appreciate that.
Quickly stuffing the map and anything else that has writing on it in a sack, the little goblin tosses the big sack under the table out on the floor.
Scrabbler looked at Mogwag peeking over the edge of the ravine and briefly wanted to shove him off, but he was distracted from his murderous impulses by wanting to know what Mog was looking at.
He quietly sneaked to the edge himself and looked over. His eyes went wide at the size of the lotslegs below.
Scrabble wanted to ride it.
"Ew, scribbly things! Dat be for Chompy to look at. Chompy!" Dys positions herself menacing in front of Ser Helmut, in case he's trying to steal the things with words on them, although why any goblin would do that is beyond her.
Breakfast looks to Rugnut briefly as the goblin pokes the kobold again, laughing gleefully. Appetite sated for the time being, the Tyrannosaurus stops devouring mites and, curious, wanders to the chasm to investigate what has caught the attention of the new goblins. The armored, insectile predator he sees is taken as a threat to his dominance as the king of beasts. He plants his feat in the dust and bellows a mighty challenge to the insect below.
"Rar!"
Ser Helmut smiles innocently at Dys. The little goblin then straightens his shoulders.
Mees be smartest gobbo here! Mees be in charges of mysterious stuffs! Yous be in charges of boom stuff! Choppy be in charges of dragons stuff!
Ser Helmut points at the large sack now displayed on the floor.
Thoses be shineys stuffs! Who be in charge of shiney stuffs?
The Wizard then motions over to the cravasse.
And who be our clan hero dat kills da God-bug down dere?
Chompy looked puzzled at Ser Helmut. This was first Goblin who was not afraid of words. Had this goblin already gone mad from reading? He shook his head.
"Chompy is immune to madness of words. Chompy can read for you, make sure safe then give you. Chompy isn't very fond of hoarding words." he said puffing his chest up some.
He raises a brow at the bag of shinies and moves forwards to the hole and looks in to see the ridiculously large bug. He shakes his head "Chompy could bite for hours and wouldn't kill bug, Chompy thinks. Need Goblin fireworks. Maybe blues have them in cave...Maybe we makes and comes back and drops them on godbug and what it go boom?" he said unsure.
Ser Helmut applauds Chompy.
Yous be haves a fun time idea! Weeks go looks fer dem; and da otters bug da God-bug!
The little goblin winks at the smart kobold.
Who did this goblin think he was, telling people who they were in charge of? What was with all these stranger goblins ordering them around? Listen to me! No, listen to me! Dys fumes silently at Ser Helmut's treatment, another grudge to nurse and another rival to plot against.
Sulking, Dys helps search for fireworks, and the idea of causing big explosions brightens up her mood somewhat.
Rugnut looks up from his important poking activities. "Fireworks? Be fireworks here?!"
He looks around his room for fireworks.
Mogawg scrambles back from the edge of the chasm quickly, very scared of the huge buggo. "He is too BIG! Let's grab the uglies' stuff and go. We still gots to find big boar to make yummy cheese!"
Mees likes cheese tooo!
Ser Helmut happily (almost too happily) begins gathing treasure, placing any on his bird-lizard, and prepares to make like a tree...
Sadly, there are no fireworks to be found. It is a tragedy of epic proportions.
Scrabble couldn't help himself any longer. He opened his bear trap...
Mad Scrabble was going to fight the GodBug! Not to be left behind, Dys trains the boomstick on the head of the big bug, snickering to herself. Will she headshot the enemy from under Scrabble's nose for a third time?
Seeing the flurry of activity, Rugnut jumps to the edge.
Meanwhile, as the not smart gobbos begin playing with the godbug, the wizard has crept outside to better examine his findings...
Thinking the Godbug will probably attack the one latching on to it in preference over any distant gobbos like himself gives Mogawg the confidence to stand on the edge as Scrabble prepares to jump, keeping the Godbug in view.
Completely silently, Scrabble leapt off the edge and onto the bug's head, trap first.
Scrabble silently soars through the air like a mighty eagle.... Scratch that.... Scrabble drops like a rock thrown into a well. And like the rock, he hits the water at the bottom with a big splash.... Except the GodBug is the water at the bottom and the bear trap is the big splash. Analogies are hard. But Goblins don't really care about them anyway, so it's okay.
GodBug: 17pts damage
Cackling, Dys squeezes the trigger and the boomstick detonates with a deafening "BANG!" amplified by the walls of the chasm.
With a thought, Mogawg sends a bolt of deathly energy down toward the Godbug...
Well, you've successfully angered the GodBug. It thrashes about, trying to shake Scrabble off. At the same time, its whiplike tail shoots up at Dys.
GodBug: 29pts damage, fatigued
Rugnut points his sword at the godbug and yells out "BUG! IT TIME FOR YOUR TIME TO END!".
Then he poses dramatically to impress his new acquaintances as he spools up his song again.
"WE CHOP OFF ALL THE LEGS THAT SKITTER, THEN EAT A SQUIRMY TASTY DINNER!"
Chompy looks around unsettled and worried. He flitters about, nervously tittering on the top ledge before hating himself or it and jumping maw first down at the creature!
Ser Helmet quietly goes through his new writings...
A shrieking Goblin (whether in terror or excitement) goes soaring through the air ... and then plummets back down, landing on top of the GodBug. Moments later, a screaming kobold mighty dragon dives into the abyss with a fearsome roar.
GodBug: 31pts damage, fatigued
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Unfortunately, you're unable to decipher any of the writings. Whatever these sharp, angular symbols are, they're like nothing you've ever seen. However, based on the two-column layout, you can speculate that this is some sort of crude ledger. The other document is pretty obviously a map, but since you're not familiar with this area, it's not particularly useful at the moment.
Ser Helmut rolls the papaers back up. Placing the securely in his pack, the goblin reenters the tree to find his tribe.
Seeing the circus of activity, the wizard sits on the ledge (along with Billy Bob Thornton) and yells encouragement.
Yous gobos be great! Yous gobos be funniest! Yous gobos...that lookings like it hurt!