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As if referring to her was a summons, Gutspiller Toadslime stepped forward and looked over the woodsman. "You big and not green. Ears too small. And have no sharp teeth." The gobliness sits down and pulls out a toad from a sack. "Toad, what you think of big not-green man? We stick his skin, crack his bones?" She licked the toad's back, and her eyes roll up as she rocks back in forth. Suddenly, her eyes flick open again. She stands up and approaches Durnak with what she thinks is a saunter but appears to more closely resemble a wobbling stagger. With a gurgling coo, "Toad say you big, you strong. Toad say I take you my hut, make you mine. Am I pretty?" She smiles... demurely, to reveal a large mouth full of needle-sharp teeth.
Gutspiller, fallen asleep while hiding, jerks upright at Slorb's sudden talking. Stupid Slorb, him wake me up when I sleeping! Burn him and bleed him and crack his bones, I'm going home! Resolved to make her way home, Gutspiller wanders inadvertantly into the Rusty Ear Biter course. "What this?!"
Pausing a moment to look back, her eyes go huge. "That really is Rusty Ear Biter? I win! I win! I win! Where I get prize?"
Me not like dese games no longer. When I go home?
"Me not spit out the slime bladder, show you all what real tough goblin like!" Slug 1:
"You see! I real tough goblin!" Slug 2:
"Stupid Slug! You stay et!" Slug 3:
"I don't feel good..." lets out Gutspiller, humiliated at her abject failure to live up to her boast as well as having injested two of the Bull Slug slime bladders.
Distracted from her Rumple-watching, she tried to quell the suddenly upset Alphonse, "Fonse, wee can shtill danshe...." More slyly, and accompanied by a coo-ing gurgle, "I bet you good rider, to! Mebbe you show me how good you ride?"
"Oooo, Rumple, you great rider!" Gutspiller swooned at Rumple's magnificent display of ridership.
Gutspiller drunkenly eyed the naked and equally drunk Alphonse. "Issss yu propa... propasi... propashooo... propasishununing me, Fonse? Cusssss, I dance, but yu godda put sumthin onna, firsss...."
Gutspiller felt joyously dizzy from her great song and the liquor. Seeing one of the Chief's cider apples, she pounced on it and devoured the hapless fruit.
When the challenge was issued for her new... friends... to dance with Squely Nord, she was furious. Wobbling over to the challenger, she slurred out angrily, "Youu juss' jell's I get so many great gob'ins tooo mysel'. An' if youu thing they like youu bedder, I'll burn youu up good!"
Gutspiller "oooh-ed" appropriately at Chief Gutwad's firework. The bright flare of fire and sharp smell of burnt powder tickled her senses and roared through her blood. Suddenly possessed of a need to "sing", she climbed up on a rock in the middle of the village. "Aaaiiiiiaagh!" she screamed. "You all listen, 'cause I sing you great song of how great goblins is! We be goblins, wreck-their-homes!
At the final verse, she drew a wicked-looking dagger and stabbed and slashed the air as disembowlling an enemy. When finished, she sheathed her dagger again, jumped off the rock, and grabbed the biggest, most full cup of liquor she saw and guzzled it back. Excess booze splashed her ragged dress, and when finished she smashed the cup on the ground. Yelling out "Now, all you goblins, we have great big party!" she belched.
"I say 'honor' a man-thing and not for goblins. But he very angry about it, is big fire in him. That good: Toad and me like fire. Wolf very wolfy, to. We like wolf." "Where we get fun, Cara? Chief said big fire and party tonight. That always fun."
Gutspiller's musings were interrupted by Slorb's announcement that they could go in and see the Chief. He big Chief, him best of all these! Entering the Chief's hut, she did her best to attract Chief Gutwad's eye without really paying attention to what he was saying - until she heard the part about not coming back or being fed to Squely Nord. Who he think he is, that he can give me - ME?! - that kind of threat? He not best, him WORST of all these! When I come back, me show him and light all fireworks in his stupid hut! Flouncing out of the chief's hut, she turned to her new gang. "What this 'honor' you keep saying, Rumple? 'Honor' what men say. We stick, we burn men. We not need 'honor'. I not think it means what you think it means."
"He's busy, is he?" Gutspiller asked Slorb. She pulled out Toad, her toad companion. "And what do you think, Toad? Is he really too busy to see me? Oh, what's a poor girl to do now that she's all dressed up?" She eyed the others. Rumple Stickskin seemed very impressive, all muscley and riding on his wolf. So well spoken... and eager to please! Cara Jos was next. His nose is clean, and he has patience. Patience to plot, patience to plan? Perhaps after Rumple? The only other so far was Alphonse. He has power, unlike the rest. How can I take it from him? Gutspiller licked Toad, seeking answers in her "commune".
Gutspiller licks her toad familiar, pauses for a moment in some kind of reverie, and leers at Cara Jos. "Show me your scar collection, perhaps?"
"Why, hello, dearie... would you like to come inside with me?" |