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"I must know way more than all of you!"

Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Local: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20


I finished making my character sheet, but I have to get off the computer now. Should be back to full posting tomorrow


"I make mini fireworks in here! Throw this and it goes BOOOM! Chief needs expert yeast on booms."


Bombed it, wheee.

Not in the good way. It seems everyone did the same though, so it's still possible that I'll win that trip to Germany yet. :p


The thing that set Mixly apart from the other goblins was here variety of torn leather straps that held various flasks and bottles close to her bottles, although they were usually hollowed out fungi and other assorted nicknacks and doodads.

"I Mixly, and I smartest goblin, not Mukluk! Big head is big ego, but I Mixly am actually smart."


Draconian comes from the person, Draco. :p


I will be able to manage it most days, although I may not be able to get a character sheet up today, as it's more time-consuming than a regular post and I have an interview today.

I will still hopefully have time though.


Maybe not safe to ask? He tall and you not.


"Goblins love? No. Goblins hate. Maybe Mukluk hate array less."


Worry? No. I cans aim. Looks here! Step with other foot and... A nearby tree goes up in flames. Well, you small and tree big. It won't hit you.

No, you no worry. I sure everything okay. Mixly very sure.


I assume that we don't need a full-out character sheet right now, but the plan is an alchemist with lots of explody.

It's hard to keep track of everything when writing steals your soul, so Mixly (Mix for short) only remembers how to blow things up. Mix sometimes invents something cool, but it's only used once before it's forgotten. Maybe that's why she's still stuck at level 1. Only, she doesn't really talk to other goblins. Why would she, since she's just so much more interesting than any of them. They only remember that she exists because once in a while, an explosion or fire goes off from her "house."

Mix like to tumble, Mix like to throw,
Bombs that go rumble, Flames that go grow!
Flames that go spreading, up through the trees
Flames coming nearer, now time to flee!