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Honestly, I've kinda given up hope on this game. Everyone's left, the posting was slow even at the beginning, and as a player, I'm very confused as to what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm checking the gameplay thread, but a massive freaking dragon is attacking. As a first level character, what am I supposed to be doing other than repeatedly saying that I'm hiding in a building hoping that I don't die?
Myrgar rushed into the interior of the large building, trying to keep as far away from the gaping maw of the heavy wooden doors as possible. If a random burst of fire flew through the open doorway, he didn't want to be at the center of the impact, even with the power of his Firebelly spell on his side.
Seeing only the burning buildings and screaming civilians, Myrgar takes a deep breath and stumbles back slightly.
Myrgar dashes toward the entrance to a masonry, fully prepared to be blasted to bits before he arrives. He, after far too much running, ends up in the doorway safely, but turns around to see the destruction outside of the building before he heads in.
Myrgar nervously looks around through the chaos, looking for a place to be safe. With a massive dragon on the loose, safety doesn't seem entirely realistic, but a futile effort seems more alluring than dying unceremoniously without even trying to survive. Seeing that a dwarf is ushering the crowd into a stone building, Myrgar runs toward him and casts guidance, hoping that the dwarf can do something to save the town from the dragon. He prepares to take cover in the building himself afterwards.
The goblin looked up to the great crimson scaled dragon both in horror and in fascination. The fire was simply entrancing, but it wasn't often that Myrgar felt.. well, small. But standing in front of a beast capable of mass destruction, possibly of an entire city, would make anyone feel truly tiny. Myrgar dragged himself out from under the bench, contemplating whether he should flee or aid in the battle. Seeing that his escape route had already gone up in flames, however, he immediately settled upon the latter.
As the situation had already been escalating, the sight of a dwarf with a massive crossbow less than ten feet away set Myrgar into fully fledged panic mode. Dropping the potatoes at the farmer's feet, Myrgar slipped under a bench for cover and prayed to Zarongel for guidance in case anything was about to go awry.
Myrgar looked up at all of the humans surrounding him, and winced before patting each pocket on his body. He seemed to grow more and more panicky before grabbing a fistful of crossbow bolts and holding them out. "Myrgar have no shiny things, but he have crossbow bolts. He hasn't eat the potatoes, either. Myrgar just get the sloshes in the stomach because rats no agree with his tummy, and he kinda been eating them for two weeks..." He trailed off and looked back up at the farmer who had suddenly frozen up in terror.
Myrgar backed up slightly, clutching his produce to his chest. Something seemed odd about this human, she didn't speak like most other humans did. ...And she seemed weirdly fascinated by his running into her. Ah, Myrgar be sorry for his bumping into lady. Who you be? Why you speak so slowly? As he spoke, he shifted both potatoes into his left hand and grabbed the carrot in his right. Immediately after his comment, he bit down hard on the vegetable with a loud crunch. He chewed and looked back up at the woman, slightly bored with her but not wanting to cause any more trouble than he had already.
Myrgar be checking more than once per day. He post once a day for sure.
Run, run, run, run, RUN! Angry farmer be on your trail! The tall grass lashed at a small goblin's feet as he ran as quickly as he could while holding two massive potatoes and a carrot in his lanky arms. Twenty feet to his right, the stone boundaries of Absalom flashed by. An opening in the ancient monolith of a wall was visible in the distance, but the goblin didn't know if he'd be able to make it to the opening before he ran out of steam. Goblin legs are made for speed, not long distance overland chases. Wondering how long he'd have to keep his pace up, he looked over his shoulder toward his pursuer. A man in plaid clothing was maybe seventy feet behind him, but was falling further and further behind as he grew more and more tired. Human be persistent, Myrgar give him that. The goblin had ended up on the island by accident. About a month back, Myrgar had visited a trade port for the first time, and was very, very curious about the things called "boats." Aside from a canoe, he'd never seen a boat before, having spent the first twelve years of his life cooped up in a townhouse and the next year in a forest. Finally, at the age of fourteen, be was getting the opportunity to relieve himself of his ignorance- but being alone and ignorant in a complicated world with a dangerous amount of curiosity brought on some unfortunate situations, including doing some hands-on investigation of a trade ship as it was departing from the harbor. Needless to say, the men on the ship weren't going to turn back to the harbor to accommodate the needs of a goblin stowaway, and simply ignored him as he fed off of the rats that infested the ship. Myrgar had quickly scrambled off of the ship when it reached the Isle of Kortos two weeks later, and had a stomach churning with the diseased remains of ten different rats. Thus, Myrgar made his way across the Isle, picking lush vegetables from farmers' fields as he went. Only now, as he reached the outer walls of Absalom, had he been caught in the act. The goblin, on the verge of collapsing, sped through the city's gate and immediately ran into the legs of a larger being on their own merry way.
Who be you? You be weird.
Myrgar claim this dot as his own. *dots*
Aww, it look like little magic critter thing not join us. Anyway, Myrgar be bit worried about this whole introduction thing. Myrgar get real nervous sometimes, because he be goblin. Goblins be... Not well liked by some folks. Carried away we get. Sometimes. Myrgar like to stay on fringe of towns to not get choppity chopped by guard.
Myrgar love fire, but Zarongel be fickle. Maybe Myrgar not be gobliny enough for fire. Maybe he grew up away from fire for too long. Myrgar don't know. But Zarongel not give Myrgar fire. He help Myrgar travel real quick, and say that Myrgar can ride the goblin doggies, but he no let Myrgar burn stuff. Evil god of sacred dog killing be working in mysterious ways.
They are actually kinda cute cats to be fair.Those are cats? I thought they were a kind of rat. Rats? Of course they be rats! We just call them "goblin doggies" in Golarion.
Myrgar be ready for exploration!
Myrgar say to enjoy pyromaniacal fun with little baby goblins! Myrgar feel real bad for humans and dwarves and creatures who never set something on fire before. They be missing out!
Myrgar's eyes lit up as soon as the word "dragon" entered the conversation, though he pushed down his urge to cheer aloud in favor of keeping his cool. This dwarf seemed... Serious. But not the boring kind of serious. The intriguing, mysterious, and other large words that Myrgar was quite proud to know of kind of serious. Myrgar narrowed his eyes and tried to keep his expression solemn, though still could feel the corner of his mouth curling into an excited smile. So. Dragon besties breathe fire, right? Out of mouth? Whenever they want to? Myrgar shook his head slightly, inwardly reminding himself to not get too wound up on the topic. He had to keep it cool. And maybe stop asking so many questions. We can make dragon bestie be friend, and then get most fire than anyone in world! Excellent. He understood the dwarf's plan now, and would be able to start scheming up a way to make it a reality. You make real good crossbow, right? You give dragon crossbow, make it your friend? Myrgar protect you and dragon with less pretty crossbow, and dragon understand we be trustworthy...
Myrgar, quite satisfied with the company of the proud dwarf, pulled a chair out from under a table and clambered up on it, sitting cross-legged upon the chair. Contemplating what the dwarf had said, he pulled his crossbow out of the sling that kept it fastened onto his back and held it out for the dwarf to see. Ah, Myrgar have one of the crossbow things, too! It be small, but it still save Myrgar before. Tell him, though... What be this 'big score' you speak about? You mean score in a game? What kind of game use crossbow that big?
A small goblin trots up to a group of humans chatting in a circle and listens in on their conversation without a sound. When he senses a lull, though, he jumps immediately. What be this group you forming? Can Myrgar join, too!? He not be real do-gooder, like you all be, but he still be of some good use! Myrgar promise!
Myrgar be here, and all of his stats be posted on bottom of his profile! Myrgar know that he worship evil deity, but Myrgar no be a bad guy! He just want to be learning and not be killed. He be pretty poor, so he doesn't have any nice welcome gifties, but he still can be good friend. You accept Myrgar? He no stabby his companions.
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