Facemelter has eaten some bad apples apparently and fallen ill. He doesn't attend the bonfire right away.
OOC:
I am very very ill, don't know how long I will be down for. Will post once a day to let you know, but not anything to long winded.
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Facemelter turns to the group and in midst of chanting says "WE WILL BURN THEM ALL!!!!" and scurries out of the chief's tent to go prepare for the imminent burning. His tent filled with insane cackles of glee all night long and the smell of things cooking and boiling in acid comes billowing forth from his personal preparations.
cackles with glee at being let in, and doesn't even register that Stabby is still there. He licks the last drops of acid from his fingers, the acrid taste making him giggle with even more glee as the chief speaks. His cackles and maniacal laughter seem to accentuate the chief's speech at the right times. At the mention of Lots Legs his excitement becomes unhinged as he begins to foam at the mouth and jump up and down in excitement starting to chant: "Kill lots o legs
over and over repeating the chant building from a whisper to a shout... "Kill lots o legs
maidja look: All of the PC's should know by now that if Facemelter is having a fit...it's usually bad for someones face. He gets really really unhinged almost rabid with glee right before he gets to kill something bigger than him.
poog: *punches his dice* "You no give roll to someone else. GIVE ME!!! GIVE ME!!!" One wonders who is the goblin, yes?
Flashgit cackles like a dog trying to bark around a stuck bone in his throat as it's dying....such a lovely sound. He turns to Stabby and looks directly at him to say "It was you who brought this upon us!!! You must be melted!!!!" Flashgit cackles maniacally again and begins to move towards Stabby menacingly. About half way across the open space Flashgit turns his head suddenly as if listen to only something he can hear before saying softly, but still easily heard by goblin ears "oh it's not him? You sure? But I want to melt him! Awwww" He stops and wipes his hands in the mud watching it bubble and puddle with the magic he leaves behind like losing his favorite meal. "Today it was not you Stabby, but be careful because tomorrow is a new day." Once again he goes back to maniacal cackling and murmuring. OOC: I am trying very hard to make Flashgit seem mad, crazy, insane, but for some reason he speaks like big ones. He melts people easily from a distance for fun, and the Chief uses him....all of which makes him terribly feared by goblin standards, but very very very rarely will he actually injure a PC. I am not about hurting other PC's. So as long as noone tries to hurt Flashgit there is no real risk of meltiness. This is why the tribe leaves him alone. Sorry just felt I should make that clear before someone saw me as powergaming.
Flashgit burns the poor goblin youngin for disturbing him while he was testing his melting water on some grubs he had melted out of a stump. He grumbles, mumbles, and curses his way through the crowd now gathering outside the moots house. Occasional screams and then a large parting wave of goblins opens up as one last goblin rubs a now stinking burning acid burn on her bum. "Serves you right fer not movin out da way stupid mud lickers!" Flashgit straightens the now very dirty and dingy black robe that is four or five times to big for him and settles the hood over his warty bald head. "Oh wise and powerful Chief Rendwattle Gutwad to whose girth there is no end, your obedient goblin servant the humble Facemelter comes at your beckon call to inspect the 'spooky' chest that the unmentionable one has possessed. May your wisdom guide us again as it always has your large and obscenely obese one." He raises his hands and twists his fingers in swirling arcs and coughs and spits in the mud profusely as his fingers begin to glow with a eerie green light and his fingers begin to drip gooey green slime on the mud that hisses and burns.
looks over at dogdog and throws an acid splash in front of him on the ground hoping as he jockeies for position it will burn his toes. It misses and gets gushed in the mud "CURSES!" He shouts oddly before slinking away.
looks at this newcomer with sly eyes "Must keep and eye on this one. He seems tricksie. Yes must watch and maybe burn." Cackles maniacally.
....mumble mumble sizzzle CACKLE!! "dis one here for duties oh wise and powerful chieftain of the greatest clan *cough hack spit* in all of Brinestump Marsh." bows only slightly keeping an eye on his own back before going back to mumbling and cackling incessantly. The smell of acrid burning acid and flesh following him. Hope to play a lil fun with you all. :D |