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"Grrrr... arrrgh..." The panting goblin's eye twitches, half closed and leaking a black ooze. The left side of his face along with that ear look dented, partially caved in, and tinted with half-formed black slime. It gives him the appearance of a a moldy, stepped-on melon. Mukbud's hands flex, black blood dripping down his wrists and onto the grass below. That very blood twists and spreads and expands into a pair of wrist-mounted blades. "No... you no hurt friend. You no hurt Mukbud!!!" The goblin swings with one blade, hoping to keep the beast at bay!
The brave little goblin dashes forward, seemingly heedless of the dangerous corpses. "Muk's gonna give it to ya!" As he careens down the cavern, he catches sight of the room at large, audibly screeching to articulate the otherwise unheard friction of his heel against the stone floor as he hangs a sharp right, budging into a melee that's less occupied. When he arrives, he lets out a triumphant holler, spreading his arms as blobs of black goo seep from his pores and pool around his hands, covering them like big oily socker boppers.
[oo]Hopefully before GAB! leads by example, Mukbud will have a chance to have a bit of fun.[/ooc] "Gaaaahhhh! Mukbud see tiny Absalom. Mukbud huge like giant monster!" The titanic Mukbud looms over Absalom city, raising his goblin arms and making quite a fright! Well, at the very least, he attempts to spook the current residents. "Aaaahahaha! You run now! Run, or you get stepped on! Squish squish, then Mukbud eat your remains! Rawr! Gwar!"
The black slime lurches upward, shaping itself into something slightly more humanoid. Limbs form, as well as a face, a bulbous head, and a set of clothing with armor included. The slime, now a goblin, sticks out his chest as he spreads his arms. "MMMMMMMUCKBUUUUUUD!" He cackles to himself, flexing his fingers and toes. He grins and winks to the man in the water. "Hey hey! It's Mukbud time! You, water man!" He points. "You get to talk to Mukbud now! Tell things to Mukbud! Important things!"
Mukbud waits patiently, silently rooting for his allies as they climb out of the pit. While he is happy for them, the slowing of their pace has its effects. [=====|=====|=*---|-----|-----]
Meanwhile, at the four carved images...
Of course, even if he knows what the images are, there's still the complication of him being unable to communicate them to the party....
Mukbud pulls back a bit, getting some distance between him and the pit. And then he revs up and zooms off, trying to clear the pit with in one bounce!
The flying flubber barely makes it past the pit, landing with a bounce and a stylish drift! He twirls in place and raises a pair of pointed pseudopods in victory. The acrobatic activity helps to sustain his current levels of hype. [=====|=====|===*-|-----|-----]
Mukbud is caught off guard by the sudden arrival of the big, bad cow. That blood-curdling moo is enough to send ripples through his black, gooey body. He's quick to follow orders, darting into the cave. All the better that he doesn't get stepped on by those massive hooves. The sudden spike in activity pushes his Excite-o-meter to lofty new heights, leaving the rank of Bouncy Boi in the dust and leveling him up to the powerful, yet highly unstable position of Super Slime! [=====|=====|==*--|-----|-----]
Mukbud comes to a rest near the slumped corpse of the fallen horse-thing, coming down a bit from his high. Despite that, the rush of victory pushes his excitement meter to even greater levels! While he remains at the rank of Bouncy Boi, he's dangerously close to ascending to a new tier. [=====|====*|-----|-----|-----]
Hey, dropping a heads up. I'll be going to a convention over the weekend and it will involve a lot of volunteer GMing. My posting may slow down over the next few days. If you need to bot Mukbud, he's about as simple as they come, full attacking with morphic weapons when needed while flanking when it's feasable.
Mukbud's excitement rises as the combat continues, taking him from the modest rank of Happy Camper to the slightly more impressive stature of Bouncy Boi! [=====|==*--|-----|-----|-----]
The little black goo balls up and twirls around in place, spinning its edged pseudopods and slashing at the big horsey thing!
Mukbud blops along with the group, mostly creeping along the ground while keeping a low profile. During the day of travel, the oily ooze sneaks off for a moment.
Soon after sneaking off, Mukbud returns, nudging the rrmains of a small woodland animal. The vlack slime descends upon its catch with a pair of sharpened pseudopods, cleaning out the kill before slithering over it and devouring the meat. The ooze lets out a belch-like noise, now happily following along with the team.
The black slime wiggles and wobbles in response, extending a spiked pseudopod and curving it around to point for itself. It then trembles with an internal rumbling, bloating as something within begins to rise. A voice, perhaps? A mouth? The black slime straightens up as it releases its response. *blorp!*
To the halfling's right, sits... Well, absolutely no one. The chair seems to be completely empty. To make things worse, there's a complete mess on the floor. A gooey pile of what surely must be bright-red strawberry jam is sitting on the floor just by the chair's leg. And then the pile of jam moves. Two arm-length pseudopods extend from the pile, clumsily wrapping around the legs of the chair. The quivering pile of ooze clumsily hoists itself up onto the seat, drawing itself into a near-spherical form as it settles in. Its body twists slightly, as if acknowledging Figg, before wobbling in a very welcoming and cheerful fashion. |
