I love his little bow tie; all dressed up for a wedding!
I still have some ununsed cake, just blow the dust off, and it's good as new.
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<blows dust off twenty-year-old, mouse-infested wedding cake>
Why, Ah do declare, ah yam flattered. And so polite! But it feels so sudden!Though ah don't know if ah could ree-sist such a tall, strapping fellow as yawurself. Wait till Mammy hears we have a gentleman caller!
<eyes flutter>
The goblin bard turns to chop at the snake, still berating everyone. Attack
Damage "Die, stupid No-legs! Dirty trick! Not brave, like gobboes!" The snake is lifted in the air, on the point of her knife, collapsing in a heap.
2 poison saves (since I missed one earlier)
The goblin caster starts screaming at the others to fight on, bolstering their nerve.
"A witch! A b*$!*!
"GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Poison damage Con
A sudden, howling screech comes down the stairs, from a previously unseen enemy. All those who speak Goblin can tell this is a female voice, but one filled with an uncharacteristically forceful quality, as if from one used to being obeyed. "Kill the pickle-thieves!
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she points at Galstok with her jagged blade. "You! Fool! Drop that stick and grovel to me!" You feel your feet sliding from under you, and your grip on your hammer failing, as though your palms are covered in reeking vinegary sweat.
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