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Just wanted to pop in as an original member of "Gobs Play Make King". I didn't rejoin once this started after monjebleu left the original incarnation and expected this to implode like it did the first time. But wowzers; you guys are still chuggin' along, I'm surprised (in the good way)! May all the seagulls you find be fat and tasty!
Having also run up to book 3 (and read all of them like a GM should,) Thornkeep might be a good idea for the start of book 5, if the levels match up and whatnot.
Big Chubgrub has a hearty 6-second laugh as he dissipitates into nothingness while the younger brother is hurled a few feet backwards.
>.> <.<
Don't forget that Big Chubgrub goes *poof* 6sec after the little guy passes out. Huh, I thought it was immediately. It won't matter as much at 3rd when I get Lingering Eidolon, though. Sand? It was mundane sand, I think, from when the old DM DM'd stuff. No opinions on what potions to get; Chubgrubs eat any potins for their deity.
I welcome all "YOU'RE A JERK" attacks, since Chubgrub (like the default ideology of goblins) are jerks.
"Words steal thoughts from gob's brains!
"Chopsalot has big, dumb plan,
"Drinks man! You makes us drinks or we'll stab and eat you and steal your drinks!" The goblin exclaims in the only language he knows, clambering towards the bird nose man.
"Oh. Talks is dumb. Can we stab him and takes his potins to eat?" He gets a little more excited thinking about it. "I like that plan. Let's do that."
dis longshank make good glubglub what she calls them po-tins help gobbies. "How you know that?"
Chubgrub was happy, right up until he could understand what's going on. "No! Give away meat is bad! Bad plan, 'cause then we not have the meat! Why we not eat them so then we have ALL the meat?!? We can't eat when we don't got the meat!"
I don't get the any of the talks, but I do get what growls are...
In Goblin: "Why we talk to things? Can't eat things when we don't stab to death..." a normal-sized goblin says to his Large-sized "goblin brother."
Chubgrub say that eating lots then taking MANY naps works real good.
"Wolfs are not for niceness! Wolfs are for riding!" Chubgrub exclaims immediately before beginning to cast Enlarge Person on his Eidolon (who is presenting himself as nonhidden "target".
"There more gobs than beasts... we chop and eat, yes? Or do they help us make King too?"
the goblin states as loudly as possible. "And I have club for that!" "I agree with Mr. Stinger. I will prove to be best Gob King there." Chubgrub states as he furrows his brow at Chopsalot.
"What did wallman say? Am I King yet?" Chubgrub asks as he shrinks back to his regular size.
Chubgrub only cares about all the foods.
The still-Medium goblin consumes the rations posthaste, and messily attempts to speak. "Sho whee eet ongshanksh behind whall now?"
"No longshanks good! Unless you mean at eats! Then yes!" the acolyte of Venkelvore states, engorging himself on horse for his god.
"That man must be taxes. This be horse." he says more calmly, beating the dead horse with his club.
"We catch tax! We eat the taxes now?!?" Chubgrub asks loudly, attempting to finish off the horse.
Chubgrub stab with stick! It still work just as good!
"Not worry, Feeva! Chubgrubs will kill horse so we can eat and make king!"
"Chubgrub not ugly or scared! Chubgrub stab taxes so I can eats them!" "Chubgrub charge hurt horse with BIG CLUB!"
"Haaaa, I'LL BE DUMB BROTHER, THEN! VENKELVORE! "
The little brother awakens like every morning. "Taxes are here and brother is gone. What a dumb brother," he says quietly, grabbing his club.
"Chubgrub say that it hard to move, but nobody listen! That make it okay to move regular! I don't care!" --- "Big Horse-with-Two-Heads tries to bite my bro!"
"Ha! Dumb horse! We attack horse!"
--- --- "Big horse dies real good! We all eat lots of horse!"
"We all win! The end!"
"Chubgrub get bored, so I make fight map! We fight Horse-With-Two-Heads! It big and scary, but gobs not have fear 'cause it fake!" "We in big swamp, so it hard to move fast." Inits:
Mikmek: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
We bite tax! Tax die, we win! Why we need map?
"Yes! Yes! Have hunger and problems? Venklevore say eat problems! Have no problems or hunger!" The little one darts his head around unstealthily. "Where taxes? Want eat taxes problems!" The bigger brother (by this point) has eaten enough dirt to actually make himself a nice hole to hide in.
"Chubgrubs hide in ditch as well! I hide best because I am not-biggest!"
"Chubgrubs will eat biggest hole for Venkelvore and Chief!" Little Chubgrub states as the brothers move over to assist in digging (by way of consuming globs of dirt for their Goddess). The younger brother begins to sing during the digging as he shovels some dirt in his maw. "Goblins dig and wait for fight
"Dirt not good to eat, even for Venkelvore. Big bro will eat dirt, though," which he does far more handily than the runt. --- As the tent comes over... "What this? This stuff to burn! STUFF TO BURN! BURN AND EAT!" he says as he clambors over to the pile of stuff.
The runty goblin falls off the wall in excitement. Goblin: "Kill tax! Put tax on pikes! Then we crunch on squawk bird!" Chubgrub points at Feeva "Pretty gob! Talk at longshanks to have squawk birds for us when we kill taxes! Chubgrubs want! All the birds!"
Goblin:
"Talk is boring! No help longshanks! Longshanks will just make us in chains! Climb walls and kill! NO CHAINS! MAKE WALLS NEW HOME FOR TRIBE!" The Chubgrub brothers will begin to try to climb the walls.
"Only 'party face' gobs need is one with big teeth!"
Chubgrub looks to Feeva after her confusing longshanks talk. Goblin:
"Chubgrubs not talk to longshanks; just dance for and eat." He and his "brother" then get excited and dance around a little in place, as they remember something. Goblin: "Feeva ask if he have squawk crunch bird! We have longshanks meat before, but not ever squawk bird!"
In Goblin, because I only speak Goblin: The larger, silent, obviously-not-Goblin wrings his hands and drools in unison with his smaller "brother." "What he say? He say he send dogs?"
"If they have horse or dog, we stab and eat longshanks and horse and dog, yes? Chubgrubs want flappy squawk bird, too! We hope they have squawk bird!"
Slave! Slave! How well does Slave burn and taste? Is game we play "Burn and Eat Slave"?
Chubglub's interest is piqued in the discussion of eating. "Chubgrubs want bugs and squawk flap-flap bird! We not ever have flap-flap crunchy bird before! We eat for Venkelvore!" Chubgrub ties his Unholy Symbol to his forehead in a jaunty dance that lasts at least a minute. His symbol is the front half of a tin can depicting a leg of ham with a big chomp taken out, affixed to dirty twine and cloth to make it a headband. "We eat for Venklevore!" he repeats as he spins around in what one may consider a "dance". After the "dance", , his "brother" appears; a cartoonishly-big Goblin-shaped entity wearing the same headgear.
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