Yes, they get spontaneous casting and they also have the fervor ability that can be used to heal. I plan on using the parrot familiar to deliver cure spells during battle. ;)
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Applying with Freigaar Stingtooth, warpriest (cult leader) of Besmara! Crunch finished, backstory is coming soon.
Fellow, as you have noticed, I've been somewhat absent, and I'm sorry I didn't give a heads up before. I'm currently swamped with freelance work and have barely had the time to check the message boards; things should get back to normal for me next week, but I feel like the module is reaching the conclusion, so in case I cannot rejoin you, I apologize. Just use Freigaar as cannon foddder, in that case.
The creepy voice scares Freigaar; the goblin cringes clutching the handaxe close to his body, and moving his head around looking for the source of the sound. Hardly disguising his fear, he lets Zunk take the lead. "Yes, yes, Zunk go first. If voice eats fat goblin, its belly gets full and rest of us is safe."
Freigaar scratches shis head trying to understand the scene. "Goblins died waiting for food?" He picks up the goblin arm lying in the puddle of stew. "Stew not ready yet, goblin arm bad for stew..." He looks around the room seacrhing for the fireworks. "This not important! Where be fireworks that dogs guarded?"
After chopping down the evil dog and having acquired a taste for it, Freigaar snaps out of his rage and runs upstairs to slice the remaining beast that currently battles his tribesfolk.
Freigaar brandishes his axe screaming at the evil dog, outraged by its attempt to kill him. "Dog not bite Freigaar! How dare dog! Freigaar teaches dog not to bite Freigaar... cthu'luwagaaakaa!" Drooling all over Scaggy the dog, Freigaar brings down his weapon, empowered by its mighty goblin rage.
Freigaar climbs down the ladder.
As usual, Freigaar doesn't notice anything strange, his attention deficit leading him to walk around the ship deck looking at the top of mast, wondering if that would be too hard to climb. Although he hears the yapping in the back, he figures that Burn and Zunk, being the mighty dog killers that they are, will deal with the canine monster; plus, he can't get to the beast, that hides mischievously in another room. Freigaar just strolls along to the stairs by the end of the deck, chewing on the tip of his greatxe.
Freigaar follows Burn up the ladder, bumping his head against the cleric's behind, and carryng the wasp nest in one hand. "Go, go, you too slow! What you see up there?"
Freigaar decides it will be more fun to throw th wasp nest on his allies later, perhaps during tha party with fireworks fater they return. He wonders if it will fit in his pockets.
Freigaar is about to speak up to reveal the wasps' presence when Mog interrupts him. He immediately understands Mogmurch's purpose and grins, anticipating a cloud of insects taking on Burn, Sparque and Zunk. Much fun! He jumps up and down excitedly. "Yes, yes, go up the plank, we right behind yous!"
After having been burned by Mog, Freigaar now waits for the alchemist to attack before stepping closer to the horse and taking the heat once again. As soon as the bomb explodes, he advances to attack. "Die, horse, die! Chop, chop! We kill you and then we kill your dog masters!"
Freigaar runs to circle the fearsome horse, following the length of the fence on his left and splashing mud all over.
The howls send chills down Freigaar spines. He then spots the goblin skulls and starts looking up and down. "Look! Dogs hung dead golbins to scare off live goblins! Howls be dogs planning to kill more goblins, Freigaar sure! But thi time, it is goblins who kill dogs and hang dog's heads!" His initial fear turns to excitement and Freigaar starts drooling with the perspective of killing their hated foes. He starts walking towards the ship with his axe in hand.
"Fireworks in there? Zunk goes get it and then bring it here to... hey, where be Zunk?" Freigaar holds his axe with the two hands, looking around to see if there's any danger lurking.
Still angry with Mogmurch for getting burned by his bombs, Freigaar grins maliciously. "Yes yes, Mog go kill Lotsatlegs, Mog big hero! We be right behind to help", he chuckles.
"Lotsalegs afraid and hides instead of fighting, so maybe we just go away get fireworks and leave Lotaslegs hiding?", Freiggar ponders, unable to spot the spider.
Freigaar takes the front again, paying attention to the path and scratching his nose, sore from the frog bite, every now and then.
Freigaar dives in the swamp to put out the fire and attacks one of the frogs, determined to slice it into even tinier bits.
Freigaar curses as the frog jumps in the air to take a bite off his nose. He swings his axe trying to hit the little beast/ just as he is attacking, he feels his feet burning as something exploder right next to him. He turns around and sees Mogmurch wielding bombs, and screams "Mog burns Freigaar again and Freigaar cuts Mog in two!"
Freigaar elbows Mogmurch and shows him the tiny frogs. "Not big frog, small frog. We kill it?"
"No, Freigaar hears croaking, sounds like big frog. Dinner is more quiet", Freigaar replies, taking Mogmurch quite literally and following the alchemist quietly, axe in hands. "Big frog sometimes eat goblins, so Mogmurch goes first this time", he whispers giving way.
Freigaar barely notices when Zunk sneaks away, until he looks around and finds him missing. He screams "Where be fat goblin?!? We wait'im come back with mushrooms to eat, if he no come back, we find and kill'im! And after, we eat mushrooms." He swings his axe furious with the idea of a goblin who would turn his back on their tribe and chief! His indignation is such that he doesn't even notice when Mogmurch picks the paper candles out of his pockets.
Freigaar is willing to part with the two paper candles if Mogmurch asks... he'll want something in return. ;)
Freigaar is the first to rush and get the map. "Freigaar takes map 'cause Freigaar leads!". He then walks up to the fireworks and srcatches his head, staring at them with a puzzled look. "This not look like fireworks, fireworks is like fire sparks in the air. This just stuff! But paper is good", he declares, snatching up a couple of paper candles.
After stuffing the two paper candles in his pockets, Freigaar takes a look at the map. "Okay, we follow creek to old shipwreck and then... ooooh, wreck in Vorka swamp! This bad, very bad." He takes off the group and walks in front of them without waiting for anyone, though, soon enough, all the goblins are marching together through Brinestump Marsh. Every time someone tries to take Freigaar's place in the lead, he shakes his head and threatens the usurper! "You go behind Freigaar!" The other goblins are probably glad to have him walking around as cannon fodder, anyway.
Freigaar keeps rolling with Squealy Nord for a while before realizing the pig is dead. He stands up still drooling and spinning around, but Gutwad's thunderous approval of his skills gets Freigaar out of the rage. He spends the rest of the night watching the other goblins perform their dares and laughing hard at both their successes and failures. When the pocket games begin, he tries to come up with a song for the chief. Licktoads, hear
Just a reminder that Freigaar's unarmed attack deals nonlethal damage. Happy new year!
Freigaar squeezes out of the scale mail armor. Metal clothes heavy and help Freigaar fall more quick, he ponders. Wearing just rags, he walks down to Squealy Nord and hops on. The first thing he tries to do is hold tightly to the beast's back, using all four limbs, in a riding position that clearly demonstrates that he doesn't know what riding should look like.
The grappling style works for a while, but sticking teeth and nails on the boar seems to get it even more agitated; with a violent jump, Squealy sends Freigaar somersaulting awkwardly through the air. As he spins in slow motion, Freigaar sees the horrified looks on the goblins around, and upon landing face first on the ground, he is himself overwhelmed by the horror of Squealy Nord, goblin eater. Freigaar jumps to his feet and runs towards the animal madly punching the air. "Nooooooooo! Freigaar no die without fight! He starts drooling again, but this time he looks like he has completely lost it. "Brghgajhgjhwabah!
Freigaar lands a well-placed blow on Squealy's head; he rolls around with the boar, totally out of control.
Freigaar stands in line distractedly chewing at the wooden tip of his greataxe. This goes on for a while after Mogmurch has eaten an apple, until someone pokes Freigaar to let him know it is his turn. He immediately snaps out of his trance and runs to the oak barrel, turning to the tribe while raising and shaking the axe. "Now Freigaar's turn! No one takes apple until Freigaar eats it!" He sticks his head inside the barrel and shakes it violently, drooling all over the apples and wallowing in their sourness. When he takes his head out, he has a bunch of apple pieces in his mouth, which are clearly visible as he chews. He swallows it down in a big gulp and lets out a loud burp. "Okay, now goblins can eat rest of apples!", he says walking away.
With his head pressed against the floor, Freigaar mumbles "This true, Freigaar knows little... knows not ride, and knows not what 'insolent' means. If chief says so, then Freigaar will slice Squealy only after Freigaar falls." A pool of drool begins to form on the ground around his mouth.
Not catching the drift, Freigaar goes on. "Freigaar not good at riding, can Freigaar slice Squealy Nord instead? More fun!"
The mention of a bonfire and games captures Freigaar's attention and every word from then on might as well have been spoken in fart, for he simply stops listening, lost in excitement. Freigaar loves games! And bonfire. Chief said fireworks? Bonfire with fireworks! Tonight good night, yes, yes! He believes the chief also said something about going somewhere and killing someone to fetch something, but he'll just tag along with the other goblins. Freigaar tries to stay his tongue, but cannot hold back from asking a question of absolute urgency, given Gutwad's announcement. "Tonight will have fight and punch games? Freigaar good at those, it is."
Freigaar drops to the floor in awe, and his amazement is twofold: first, that his fartness chief Gutwad can master so eloquently the gassy language, and second that Slob can understand it just as easily. Freigaar never be chief, Freigaar only speaks goblin... goblin already very difficult, he thinks, crestfallen. He hopes Gutwad speaks to them in goblin. As Zunk flatulently replies to Gutwad, Freigaar is even more impressed, and pokes the rogue with jealousy, whispering "You fat and you speak fart, you chief one day!"
Freigaar rushes to the door and turns back to face the other goblins. "You wait! Freigaar goes first 'cause Freigaar is stronger and stronger is always first." He takes a few steps back, without taking his eyes off the rest of the tribe, and disappears into the palace, his back turned to chief Gutwad. He keeps walking backwards till he reaches the center of the room, and then scracthes his head, oblivious to the presence of his mighty chiefness right behind him. "Chief not here...?"
Freigar turns on his heels and shakes his axe furiously. "Skullhead says stupid thing! Freigaar ugly, not fat! Fat dog-bait is there", he corrects Mogmurch, pointing at Zunk.
Freigaar throws his head back, holds his belly and laughs disdainfully at Mogmurch's question. "Bwa-hahahuah you puny skullhead not friends with chief, never go to palace! Freigaar is friends, will lead the way!" He immediately starts marching towards chief Gutwad's house, except in the opposite direction.
Freigaar's arrival is preceded by loud metallic clangs. With each step, the scales of his armor crash against each other, a sound that, as the Licktoads have learned, arrives shortly before avery, very ugly sight. The barbarian arrives dragging a large axe in one hand, leaving a trail in the dirt. He walks up to the front of the moot house pushing all the other goblins to the side. "Freigaar come, move, move, out of way! This here Freigaar's spot", he proclaims stomping one feet and splashing stew all over. He looks at the others with menacing eyes. "No funny looks, Freigaar knocks your teeth off if chief says so!"
Pick Freigaar, here's its theme song! ♫ ♪ ♫Puts on armor, grabs his axe
♫ ♪ ♪Let it out its cozy cage,
It will bite and gnaw and bash,♫ ♪ ♪
When fun ends and Freigaar's blue
Sorry about the late application, but I see you might have a spot for a martial character...
Hello, Pip! Here is a character I was playing in another We be Goblins game that didn't take off. See if you like Freigaar Stingtooth.
"Stabby rides screaming like girl 'n hides like big coward, but bestest in the two! Freigaar drinks to Stabby! Tomorrow we kill together!" Freigaar eyes Poog with a disappointed look. "Guess Poog not good for much, but goes kill with us 'cos boss said so." Clearly inebriated, Freigaar screams from the top of his lungs "Freigaar also has challenge for Licktoads! Fist 'n teeth fight!" Before finishing the challenge, Freigaar falls to the ground and starts snoring loudly.
"Hiding stupid! Hiding for cowards! Freigaar faces men, dogs 'n lots legs upfront, not hide in shadows and bushes! But if Chuffy wants, Freigaar help with the clubbing." Freigaar seems excited with the opportunity to bash a few heads.
Freigaar looks at the bow of slugs and exclaims "Bah! Freigaar not afraid of eating slugs! Freigaar not eat much better than this, anyways..." He stares angrily at his caretaker, who recoils remembering all the times Freigaar made it clear - with his fists - that the food was not of his liking. As the goblin's chant for him to eat the slimy creatures, Freigaar takes them and starts chewing and swallowing voraciously, spitting out the poisonous bladders in all directions.
He feels his stomach heavy and an awful taste in his mouth. He pulls one goblin near and burps in his face, then stands up showing his tongue to all goblins and shouting "Blergh! Freigaar eats all nasty slugs!" He immediately reaches for a mug of cider to wash out the bad taste.
Freigaar approaches the nauseated Stabby and pats him in the back - or slaps him in the back, considering the strength. "Stabby ride Squealy good and make Licktoads proud! Freigaar happy to fight alongside Stabby!"
Freigaar smiles widely upon hearing chief Gutwad’s order, showing his crooked teeth. He raises his axe with both hands and shakes it, shouting “Boss, Freigaar kills for you and Licktoads! But Freigaar kills more for himself!” He laughs and jumps to the rhythm of Flashgit’s dabce, joining the chanting. “So happy, so happy! Kill men, kill horse, kill dog!” He suddenly stops and thinks about the legendary spider. “Kill Lots Legs too, if lucky!”
Are we going to have a discussion thread? ;)
Freigaar steps back as Flashgit laughs maniacally. "Facemelter speaks funny and threatens goblins, Freigaar not like him! Freigaar stays away if Facemelter stays away too." He turns to Stabby and says "You can call Facemelter names if you want, Freigaar says he bonkers-crazy." As he hears Poog chanting, he shouts "Another! Boss calls lots of goblins!"
Freigaar shakes Stabby's hands vigorously, still looking angry. "Hmph! Freigaar very strong n' don't like your name callin'... but let you off this time because boss wants you here." He beats his chest and proudly proclaims "Freigaar here because is the boss' favorite for killing stuff!" He swings his axe to illustrate his statement.
Freigaar snaps out of his trance and pushes Stabby back. "Who you callin' fat? Freigaar strong, not even eat much today! Freigaar eat you boney goblin if you not take it back!"
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