Croaker slowly awakes, not liking that longshanks had awoken him early once more. "Me says we kill them and eats them. That what longshanks get for waking goblins," he says, heading out after Chompy.
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Pretty much the same as Mogawg. Ignoring the longshanks now that they're not going to be killed. Taking a bed in the smaller hut with the four beds. Not caring to initiate setting a watch. Waking up at dawn.
Beginning with a high, quick croak, Croaker starts off on a quick, jaunty tune as he jumps around the fire. "Jab the knives and light the flames.
That's what all the longshanks hate! Sneak around the town and hide.
For that's what all the longshanks hate!" After repeating the song a few times as the fire finally began to waver, Croaker makes sure to tie down the horse with elenty-seven ropes to keep it from trying anything sneaky in the night, and then heads off for bed.
"Time for fire!" Croaker shouts, now that Chompy was finally done. With a large croak, Croaker spits a fiery ball on the top, igniting the pile of evil books. As the fire catches, Croaker stares at it, completely engrossed in the waving flames in front of him. "What next?"
Making the place into a goblin trade center. We'll even have an underground black market for regular longshanks all their stuff that isn't worth anything.
Grumbling at the fact that their dragon wanted to save any of the evil writings, Croaker watches the longshanks for a moment as Chompy goes through the pile. "You longshanks not be smart. You be wasting all your words by making all this," Croaker tells them, waving his arm at the pile as he speaks in goblin. He squeezes the frog for emphasis and continues. "Don't worry. We goblins make much better use of this big hut. You will do things for us like all longshanks should. We will make sure you be much smarter by not doing dumb things. Why you so silent? Speak, longhshanks! Speak! Did you lose all your words already? This be why writing be so evil!"
Croaker has big gobbo plan for them. We send them to other longshank tribes, they take all ze books, and have the biggest book burning ever. Long live wordless lives!
It seems rather suddenly quiet. Only bad things happen when gobbos stay silent too long.
Croaker gasps at Trinn's announcement. "Maybe that be where the longshanks make all the horseshanks. If we set hut on fire, maybe all the many horseshanks will stop coming." Ready to set something on fire, Croaker carefully gathers all the papers and books and piles them out into the yard, making sure not to look at the mind-stealers directly. "Why longshanks give up so many words for this? No wonder they be so stupid." After gathering the evil books and papers, he then begins dragging the bodies as well to make a great big bonfire after such a great battle.
As Croaker admired his new necklace, he suddenly realized his close vicinity to the horseshank, which was less than a hundred feet, and backed up a little. "We maybe kill horseshank. Horseshank be evil, but if we eat its meat, maybe we take its strength and become goblin gods."
I at least got to pre-order the game. Missed the kickstarter period as usual.
With the longshanks actually giving up, though Croaker wasn't really planning to letting them live, Croaker went back to the other longshanks to get a trophy. Meanwhile, the silent image faded away as the spell ended. Croaker waited for Scrabble to come back with the bossshanks before grabbing the necklace of goblin ears. Maybe other goblins would respect him now with so many on his neck.
The dragon made a lot of sense for being a dragon. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to set it on fire...yet. As the little dragon began to look around the building, though, Croaker began to get impatient. Why should they let the longshanks stay in their hut? Then Croaker got an idea because he knew that longshanks were really dumb. "Me have idea," Croaker told the others, preparing to sing. Beginning another song, Croaker focused his prank-seeing and formed an illusion of a young girlshank right by the door with those stupid clean clothes longshanks wear and a gag on. The illusion appeared to be crying and reaching for the big hut as he sang. "We be goblins, that is true,
We let longshanks run away,
That's why goblins know that they're the bigger threat.
With all the horseshanks running away, Croaker ends his song and heads toward the giant longshank hut to see where the other longhsanks went. He didn't want to do anything else to attract the evil horseshanks toward him.
Croaker looked between the many longshanks and many, many horseshanks. Recognizing the worse threat, Croaker sent a fireball at the closest horse, hoping to kill it quickly. "Goblins come to take and steal,
Seeing the others ready, Croaker launches into a song to turn his companions into fire goblins once more. "Strike at longshanks, cut them down,
Croaker stared in confusion at the empty pathway trying to figure out what his fellow goblins were saying. After a few moments, though, he turned and almost croaked as he saw all the horseshanks so close. How did all we goblins pass them without seeing? And why there be so many horseshanks in world? That be very unfair for goblins. Croaker was quite unconvinced that they could take down so many despite what Dys was saying, but Croaker also did want to set at least one horseshank on fire. Moving a bit away from the others, Croaker prepared his frog and got ready to fight, a quick beat goblin song already broiling in mind.
Croaker's throat was almost getting sore from his constant croaking as they back and forth. He quickly fell silent as they finally began to reach the longshank tribe. Digging down into a bush for cover, Croaker did his best to look through the bush leaves...unknowingly looking back the way they came.
With his trophies secure, Croaker heads off with Days, striking up a rude, common goblin song on the way, his tone somehow matching the frog in hand.
Croaker held his head at all the big words thrown at him. Those words did not make nice goblin words at all. "Stupid longshank words make no sense. Me not know what it means, but it be bad if longshanks come here. But if there be longshanks, there be many easy-burn huts, and maybe a few not-burn huts. Croaker says we go and set more longshanks on fire. Teach longshanks to stay away before they bring stinky dogsies with them. Use not-burn huts for goblins instead. Then we set as many fire-bangs as we want and hut still stand."
With the last of the stupid longshanks dead, Croaker heads to the Greenshanks and cuts off a little of what is left of its hair as a trophy for his glorious fighting. "These longshanks be stupid coming here. Why they so far from Longhsank Tribes?"
With a croak of victory, Croaker swirls his arm up and sends another jet of fire toward the last longhsanks. "Longshanks dead by hole in head.
Croaker's laughter highlights the end of his song as he squeezes his frog slowly for a loud resonating croak. Many of these longshanks were down, and now there were more goblins than longshanks. They almost outnumbered them! Swirling his arm, Croaker sent out another fire ball at the Shortshanks, wanting to drench yet another in fire. "Fire from above!
Those nasty longshank words. Fill head with bad stuff. Make goblins think like longshanks.
It's raining flaming goblins from the sky! The day of goblins has come!
If used as a weapon like so, I think so? Really, I think Croaker is the one deciding what things get set on fire, so when he sees you leap so awesomely out of the tree, he'd probably do it just so you trail fire behind you as well.
Croaker almost stops singing in amazement as the goblin flies out of the tree with the bad-bite trap. Continuing his song at the last second, Croaker begins to build a fiery power within, and releases it out toward the Green-Shanks that carried the magic food. "Goblins rule and catsies drool.
Taking a deep breath, Croaker begins a bass croak, squeezing his frog as well to match the note. After the opening sound, Croaker starts in with a fast, same-sound song. "Goblins chew, and goblins bite.
Looking at the many many-shanks down below, Croaker tried to figure which one would burn the fastest as he whispered, "We attack now? They be close. Little green-shank look weak."
Yes. A bit confusing, but I did see that there is an 'effective' min level 1. For Empowered Spellcasting, does that make me 1 or 2 when I'm at half my spell points?
Just hope we don't get ambushed. On a nat 20, Croaker still gets a 19 for Perception.
Croaker is very good at hurling insults through his music at others...as long as they understand Goblin.
Croaker was quite displeased by the burning circle attacking him so early in the day. After getting up and poking his frog to make sure it was still alive, Croaker was about to start warming up his voice to get in tune with his instrument, when noises starting coming from outsides the cave. Croaker quickly began to imagine all the different things he might be able to set on fire. Moving quietly to the entrance, Croaker peered out slightly to try and see where the noises were coming from, toad in hand.
A donkey would be too big and too close to a horse. Let's go with pack pigs. We can have our own caravan of Squealy Nords.
It would need to be fire-proof. At least if we wanted to keep it.
Aren't all actions goblins make up to the roll of the dice?
Only used 42 gold, so anyone is free to have the extra 33.
Alright. Finished stating up Croaker for now. Let me know if any changes need to be made. I think I understand the basis of Spheres of Power for now.
Checking in. Haven't used the Spheres before, but working to learn it now. |