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Ditto - loved it. Very ambitious concept Devon, I tip my hat you all for the very memorable and very different characters. Glom-Glom whines plaintively as he will no longer be able to torment Zika Speaks-To-Birds, Hob-a-gob or Ratty-Rat-Rat. Thanks one and all for putting up with my feral wee $hite of a goblin :)
It is a weird one - much easier to often "get in the groove" for a more conventional game after a day at work. Round table think this one would absolutely rock - dynamics are very fun and interesting, but its been more of a story telling game than active pbp (in the most positive way). I'll be sorry to see Glom-Glom and Co go... but I reckon they've run their course?
Glom-Glom shakes himself and grins; "Oh-ho! Now Hob-A-Gob is tired and bored of thing-a-me-bobs, and whirlygigs..." The feral runt dances a jig around the imposing Shattertooth, clutching his pot of (now) gravy and scraps.
Glom-Glom returns the grin - scraps of stew hanging from his stuffed chops. He wanders up to where the others are involving themselves in yet more puzzling activities. The feral goblin attempts a question, but it is garbled in gluttony: "Whut ruh rhyhing ruh tro dwuh?"
Glom-Glom grins as Zika pulls forth her sword; "Glom-Glom knows! Heheheh!" The feral goblin screws his face tight, though your not sure if its intense concentration or he is about to defecate... O' cauldron of juicy meats! Gnome! Hu-Man! Choice cuts all cooked in a stew... Oh that what Glom-Glom want! Pleeeeeeeze! His stomach rumbling the ever-hungry wretch turns his key...
Ignored by Narissth, Glom-Glom growls at the ratfllk rogue and pads up to Zika and watches her turning the key with excited interest... "What we want... What we want?" The feral goblin muses the Hob's statement... his slow thoughts interrupted by his stomach growling... Glom-Glom smiles wildly and waits for his opportunity... "WHAT ME WANT!"
Glom-Glom eyes the newly arrived equipment with a mixture of suspicion and awe; "Where all that come from Ratty-Rat-Rat? You got magick pockets?!"
After several repeated attempts to get the stick goblin figures to remain on the mural, the feral goblin gives up. He hisses at the bad magic picture and pads back to the others, ears flat and disheartened...
Glom-Glom stops suddenly at Zika's words... eyes wide and big head nodding; "Zika Speaks With Birds speaks Truth. Zika Truth Speaker! Yesssssss! We must add chosen people to drawing!" The feral goblin feverishly scuttles toward a section of the mural, charcoal stick in hand...
Glom-Glom shoots the hobgoblin a narrow eyed sneer; "Feh. Power is here... and here... and here..." With each comment he points to teeth, ears, groin and spaniel scalp hat... before screeching excitedly: "GLOM-GLOM ALREADY HAS ALL THE POWERS SILLY HOB-A-GOB!"
Glom-Glom marches brazenly past the more cautious Shattertooth, still brandishing his golden key; "Ho-ho! Wonder if there space on stone drawings for King Glom-Glom!?"
Glom-Glom bites at his gold key then grins; "Ho-Ho! Real shiney gold! Glom-Glom rich now... Soon be Chief Glom-Glom!" The feral goblin struts around brandishing his key like a sceptre.
Folks Just a heads up that I’ll be heading over to Dubai from tomorrow for 6 days. Will visiting with family and friends, and promises we’ll be on a tight itinerary. As such am not sure how oft a chance I’ll get to post - so presume it’ll be on the minimal end. Please bot Glom-Glom while I’m away so I don’t hold up the action. I’m back late Tuesday 16th, so it’ll likely be Wed week afore I’m back in the saddle proper. Here's hoping my wee feral will be in one piece (and not several) when I get back! ;) Cheers BD
Glom-Glom bears his fangs at Shattertooth and scrabbles toward the book. With a look toward Zika, he cocks his leg and allows a quick sprinkle of pee to fleck the page...
Glom-Glom stops suddenly at the Hob's comment, then his snarl turns to a wide beaming grin; "Yes! Yes-yes! Big Hob-a-gob is using his brain now..." The feral goblin nods vigorously; "Like Great Barghesty Heroes... Glom-Glom marks what he owns with cock of leg... So book is now Glom-Glom's yes?"
Glom-Glom answers Shattertooth's threat by baring his ivory teeth and snarling like a goblin-dog whelp; "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."
Glom-Glom shifts to stand next to Zika. He snarls and spits at the notion being presented to the goblins; "Pah. We no make marks Ratty-Rat. No need keys... No need writings." The feral goblin nods wildly; "Better be dead than in paper!"
Glom-Glom watches events unfold with abject horror. As Narissth writes his name, the feral goblin winces expecting dire consequences to follow the foolhardy action...
Glom-Glom pads around nervously as the big uns take an unhealthy interest in the book and fell writings. He eyes them nervously, pulling his spaniel scalp hat down across wide eyes. "Watch your soul Ratty-rat-rat! Read and it will be sucked into the pages! Glom-Glom has seen this happen! Heard it!" The feral wretch plugs his ears with bony fingers, trembling as he does; "OH THE WAILS! OH THE HOWLS! BE WARE! BE WARNED! BECOME STINKY INKY!"
Glom-Glom eyes the book sitting and looks to Zika with a grimace; "Writings! Bad-ju-ju! Let Ratty-Rat-Rat or Hob-a-Gob have their thoughts stolen!" The feral creature hops about showing first signs of panic as Narissth examines the tome.
Glom-Glom ceases his futile door mangling attempts and looks curiously toward the mystical reaction; Oh-ho! Ratty-rat has sniffed out the key... Clever... smart!" The feral goblin pads over and touches his own sigil.
Glom-Glom barges past the bigger goblinoid and gives it a cursory shove - sinews bulging and teeth gnashing as he strains; "Glom-Glom open door! Then we see new home!" :
Glom-Glom pads alongside Zika, presuming that the others follow...
Glom-Glom eyes the cave cautiously; "Heh. We take cave... Nice and warm... dark too... No have to see Hobagob's stinky face when he doubt Glom-Glom!"
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As I said in other game Devon - RL and family come first... Us crazies will keep until your decks are cleared. Happy New Year when it comes :)
Glom-Glom pads along at the front of the group, he adjusts his spaniel scalp cap and pauses occasionally to sniff and scowl before moving forward: :
Glom-Glom rolls his beady eyes; "That what Glom-Glom say ratty-rat-rat! Water inside... whispers to Glom-Glom... Says In here we sit. Cut quick. Drip-drip...."
Glom-Glom sniffs the air, then eyes their surroundings, ears twitching: : The feral goblin jabs his knife at the large ferns; "Water inside. Quiet it sings... but Glom-Glom hears... Cut. Drink. Yes-yes..."
Glom-Glom flashes his pearly whites and nods back; "Die fighting! You hear Hobagob... We agree! Come on Ratty-tat-tat... Death awaits!" The feral goblin scuttles like a dog on all fours...
Glom-Glom shoots an irritated look at Narissth and Shattertooth; "Shhh! Ratty-rat and Hobagob need listen with ears and close mouths! Zika speaker to birds is speaking to bird. Bird knows. Bird tell Zika. Zika find bones. Glom-Glom sees."
Glom-Glom listens intently to first the voice, then the others. "We go. Voice half talk... I half listen... Know ALL heheheh." The feral weirdo gestures toward the stair; "Lead on Hobagob..."
Glom-Glom nods knowingly; "Clever Ratty-tat-rat! Indeed Glom-Glom's half-skull-present-from-the-gods might fit..." The barbaric goblin takes his skull half and dog cap, laying both reverently before the indentation. He then locates the charcoal stick and breaks off the end before crumbling the shard in his hands. Muttering gibberish and swaying slightly, Glom-Glom runs a blackened hand down his feral features, leaving streaks of black from crown to neck. The gibberings continue, punctuated by a high pitched yowl... ... then he leaps to his feet, grabs his hat and steps away from the skull before uttering in a croaky voice; "Ritual is finished. Hobagob can now safely put skull into pedestal!" Glom-Glom flashes his pearly fangs in a wide smile.
Glom-Glom looks curiously at the half moon indentations, then is distracted by a flea falling from his spaniel cap. Catching the bug deftly on his tongue, the feral goblin eats the insect as he nods at the others words; "Yes. We go... All pointless big hob. Until it not. Then it has meaning yes?" After unburdening his wisdom Glom-Glom unbinds the parchment and slips the charcoal and cord under his hat and carries knife and waterskin. He then proceeds to stamp on the paper before kicking the crumpled scraps into the NW corner.
Glom-Glom eyes the parchment being waved at him with a hint of fearful confusion... before eyes narrow and an evil grin spreads; "Sacrifice! We destroy the writings yes-yes! Eat, rip ,tear, bury!"
Glom-Glom stares intently at his water emblemed chest as its contents are revealed when his key is engaged. The feral goblin sniffs, then licks the charcoal before grabbing his knife with a grin; "Rusty blade better than no blade... Water makes rust..." Glom-Glom bows his head in reverence; "Gifts! Gifts from Lady Lastbreath! Yes-yes!"
Crawling on all fours Glom-Glom will scuttle down the stairs until he encounters something edible or the ground... whichever comes first.
Glom-Glom bows his head reverently at the crow before scrambling down the stairs with a yowl.
Glom-Glom grins with his pearly teeth as the wedge becomes key; "Magicks! BIG MAGICKS! Oh-ho-ho... flotsam we are! Big Plan!" At Zika's words he eyes the forest then the sands with a sneer and growl; "Dangersssss..."
Glom-Glom looks at the big hob with wide eyes, then starts chuckling hysterically; "Oh-ho-ho! Silly Mister Hob... Nothing washes up by chance! Lady Lastbreath sent us all yes-yes!"
Glom-Glom strides confidently to the dias and raises the wooden circle high; "Heheh! Glom-Glom is Water? No wet!?"
Glom-Glom eyes the others with interest; : "Hoo-hoo. Many changes... Nice ears ratty-rat!" At the instructions and grumblings, the feral goblin scuttles over to the wood (tree?) and gestures over it theatrically... "Om-nom-nom! Buzukilito hah-ha! Neepanappa Glom-Glom!" Gibberish:
Utter nonsense ;) ...before grabbing the tree with a screaming laugh!
Glom-Glom eyes the hob defiantly; "First Ratty-Rat touch... Then Glom-Glom... leave best to last hehehehe!"
Glom-Glom shakes his head at the curious ratman; "Oh-ho-ho ratty-rat! Go to the well one too many times you find it dry yes-yes!"
Glom-Glom watches the hob's actions with curiosity; : "Plate and shine eye! Oh-ho-ho... big hob has been rewarded by gods!"
Glom Glom sniffs at the sand with little or no success... "Feh. Squeeze still here... just invisible... Cape makes him no-see! He go hunting... Great hunter Squeeze!" The feral goblin waves toward the distance then ambles toward the group on all fours.
Glom-Glom yowls in delight as the creature retreats, but mindful not to press the matter the canny wee goblin does not pursue their foe; "Heh-heh! We scared bad stink spider thing! He know better than to make meal of us pups!"
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