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Well, damn. Hope everything gets sorted out so that you can find your happy place. I had a great time at this table. The world is great, the lore is rich, the story was engaging. I loved the little interactions and banter. I hope the opportunity to continue this pops up at some point. Until then, good luck, everyone.
{b]"Or..."[/b] Kork shrugs. "...not wear painful shoe?" Then Kork looks at Jaum'row and her staring daggers at the goblin. "But list too, yes." he nods.
I don't really keep track. I just level up when asked to do so.
Just gonna toss this into the mix. Level up, by chance?
"Should kiss the hag." Kork chuckles. He pats Stenni on the shoulder. Reassuringly. "Not worry. Kork experimenting. Curious if change of body comes with change of preferences." He ponders for a moment. "Kork think Kork know alchemist in town. If lead to gold is possible, so is bun to sausage. Maybe."
"Kork just come to town. Doesn't know locals." the goblin shrugs as he looks towards Stennis' new form. He saunters over slowly and starts acting weird. He drops one of his weird rocks 'on accident', turns his back to 'Stenni', and bends over to pick it up. He remains bent for a while, and does actually do a little wiggle with his goblin cheeks. "Kork clumsy..." he forces a chuckle, then looks around and winks at the sailmaker suggestively. Well, as suggestively as a goblin with a bad eye and shark-sharp teeth can. Then he turns around and GAZES at Stenni's face, observing the reactions, but probably destroying the process, if there was any process to begin with. "Never get a chance to talk to Kork is missing out. Kork will start. Enjoying new body?"
Oh! This is Stennis! I just realised. This person must be observed and studied.
Kork looks from Ferrino to Mirian, scanning her expressions. "Quartermaster not gut someone? Or try to? How get better? Local healer?" He turns back to Ferrino. "Blastpowder. Yes. Uh..." Kork puts a finger to his chin. "Kork think local folk know of blastpowder. Kork -KNOW- some do. Maybe not recipe, but smart people. Will figure out." He shrugs. "Featherhat can at least make money. But Kork afraid bigger issues here than finding way home." his expression changes to a somber one, and he gently nudges his head in Mirian's direction while maintainning eye contact with Ferrino. "Madness bird, fishmen missing, dark spirits that kill entire tribe. Should help, not leave."
Had those. 4 days and it was over. But that was 2 years ago, so good luck, anyway. I do warm milk, honey, and pressed garlic all in one cup. It will give you dragon breath, but it helps.
"Hah! Featherhat! Kork happy to see crew well." the goblin stretches his arms in a gesture of joy and immediately claps as he smiles, but looks around curiously. The smile fades. "Crew be well, yes? Quartermaster?" Before Ferrino is able to respond, Kork starts a tirade of what would probably be considered sentences in a kindergarten. "Kork destroy a lot of trolls!" he gestures width and height with his hands, clearly not talking about the living, breathing beasts commonly known as trolls. "But left one standing for protection. Just in case." Again, he smiles, but the smile fades and his tone gets a lot less jovial. "White bear almost make Kork into two smaller Korks, and a lot more red Korks. Did Featherhat know bears cage up water ladies? Kork did not know. Was very confused..." Kork continues for a while, giving very brief descriptions of some of the events of the last two weeks. He does, however provide a longer description of Baahcky - a sheep he was chasing around a few days ago. Stating the smell of the sheep (which probably was just dung, piss and mud) reminded the goblin of his original home in the Karstlands. He ends with a satisfied smile on his face, clearly thinking about the days of his youth. "Featherhat and crew have fun in town? Make friends?"
After the auction, Kork happily walks over to the items display to take his new belongings. He ties the skull down to his backpack by putting a few straps between the eye and nose cavities so that it does not move much, ties the whole thing (especially the horns) in rags and loops a rope around the whole thing. "There. Should hold and not pierce." he seems satisfied with the result. But the mirror, he studies with intent, taking in the details of the item as he moves his fingers across the filigree and the reflective surface.
11.71 GP on the mirror for Kork. 3 GP on the carved skull. 11.71 is my total gold. Just saying. That's why I wanted to convince the couple that there is a curse or ill omen of some kind associated with the skull.
Kork saunters over to the man, acting old and brittle. Well, Kork may be relatively old, but he is not brittle. He walks up to the gnome at a slow pace. He looks him directly in the eye as he grins his teeth in a grimace full of thought. "Kork see such markings a few weeks ago. Whole Saruqi tribe dead, body on body crimson with blood, all on one pile. Then man fall from sky with crazed look, long teeth, hands and feet cut off and burnt to stumps. Can hear bone clicking against ice when crawling around." He shakes his head like a wet dog and growls at the gnome, clicking his nails against his sword sheath to emphasise the experience. "Bring drawings to ship, ship crew go mad next morning. Kill one another with axe and sword, tooth and nail. Burn ship down." He shrugs slowly. "Happy someone find skull. Be a pretty piece." and in silence, Kork walks away into the crowd.
Kork listens in on Jaym'row's retelling of the events but gets distracted halfway through by the crowd. "Kork be back soon.", he walks up to take a look at the goods, eyeing some of the items curiously.
He doesn't touch anything, opting to instead take his time to examine the items visually. After a short while, he walks up to the man behind the podium. "Hello!" he greets the man with his raspy voice. "This be auction, or direct purchase possible?"
The goblin shrugs. "Kork not fortune-teller. Kork's gram dabble, but not Kork." "Maybe showcase gunpowder to locals and lure Creamy with big explosion?"
Kork seems conflicted by the suggestion. "Big town. Should maybe reunite first."
"Sell what?" Kork follows up, his interest piqued. He looks around the group to read the room, and confusion suddenly flashes on his face. The goblin raises his left hand and slowly extends his fingers as he points to himself and others in the group with his right hand. His pinky remains curled in his palm. Perturbed by this fact, he looks around again. "Where Creamy?"
Kork looks around the shop for anything interesting, but realises all those jars and vials are just empty. The man is selling glasswork. Not contents. His shoulders sag in disappointment, even if just a little. His attention shifts to the message being delivered. "Subtle." he chuckles at the thing as he grins again. "Two days to waste. Anything interesting here in town?" he looks at the gnome.
Everything okay otherwise? Nobory hurt? Any major damage? Let's get to chit-chat?
After eyeing the goblin suspiciously for a few moments, Kork jumps into the conversation. "Kork firm believer in sharing knowledge. If orca people gone, nothing stop southerners from coming. Will come with boompowder, reduce locals, then do what they want. Give locals fighting chance." "Mining happen either way. By locals or people from south. Not matter who mines." he shrugs. "Maybe too late to talk about this already?" he looks at Zelli again. "Most juiced gobbos good with this alchemy stuff." "Not our problem anyway. Boompowder get here either way. Should look into dark spirit problem faster?" he looks around the party. "The big one." And then looks at Gunnar and Luwana. "Quartermaster feel better?"
Shoot. Good luck, GM. I am still away, so a short hiatus is okay with me.
Good news. I can post now and then. Short posts. On mobile only.
Kork is jovial as the group sits down. "After long trip, proper cooking do good to our tummies." he pats his own belly. "Kork will also have lamb and hard drink with cider chaser. Or other home cooked food." he looks at the tavernkeeper. "Dealer's choice?" Once the air clears out, Kork perks his ears as he overhears the two gossips going at it. And then thr goblin woman appears, for Kork to tilt his head in her direction before she disappears. He is lost in thought until Okoteck addresses him. "Nah." he waves his hand dismissively. "Kork not know. But pretty sure not born here. Likely drink juice in past." He waves Skøtnir over and raises an index finger to his chin as he taps it a few times. "Question. When and how the punk gobbo woman arrive? Alone here?"
"Should get moving." Kork speaks up. "Solstice here soon."
"Hmm." Kork ponders and pulls his pouch from his belt. He starts counting. "Kork has..." he slowly counts the coins as they fall back into the bag. With every coin back in the bag, he touches one of his knuckles. Once he goes through all knuckles, he pauses with a raised eyebrow as confusion dances around his face. He shrugs, and hangs the bag on his belt again. He extends his hands towards the party, all ten fingers straightened out. "More gold coins than this." He holds his hands like that for a while to make sure others can count it. "Maybe enough?"
Take your sweet time. You deserve it.
Kork chimes in as he walks. "Abbot of Shadows return from death. Even after use of sun lens. But Kork know Abbot's secret." he grins mischievously. "Valkyrie diary. Should prevent Abbot from returning. Need to store diary in place with strong connection to Abbot." he pats his backpack. "And few rituals. Shouldn't be hard." his smile fades and his expression turns into a more pensive one. "After Abbot banished from dark mass."
Hello, everyone! This message is being posted in all my tables. Friendly reminder that I will take two weeks off soon. I will be away from July 3rd up to July 18th, and I am unsure of my ability to make posts within that period. I will try, but no promises. However, even if I can get online, I will probably put the tables I GM on hold, save for possible short posts. Thanks for understanding. I will try to include a bot-me section in my PC profiles just in case.
And here I thought you only role-played Kork online. :D What is thos roleplay you talk about?
Kork perks up when the smell of breakfast hits his nostrils. He follows everyone and sits down at the table. He plucks at the cheese on his plate in a manner lacking in dignity - with his bare fingers. He slowly chews as the cheese squeaks between his teeth.
Hey all. Note I will be travelling over the weekend, so short posts only from my end. We're gonna toss some dice, smear our skin with fox blood, and dance naked in the light of a full moon.
Kork listens in silence, making pensive faces as Hødír weaves his tale. He nods his head and makes mental notes every now and then. When Hødír produces the diary, Kork walks over to him, extending his hand palm up towards the abbot, indicating for the book with his eyes. "Expose truth, pact founded on lies fall like house of cards in wind. Can Kork be breeze that start hurricane?" Seeing the hesitation in Hødír, Kork adds "Free souls Valkyrie and Gloom Abbot, clear one conscience." he points to Hødír as he speaks the last words. "But need book."
Kork did an abundance in the last scene, so I would hate to hog the spotlight for now. I would actually suggest someone with tanked social skills does the chatter. Just for the heck of it. I mean the CHARACTERS don't know they suck at talking to people. It's like everyone thinks they are a good driver, you know?
I was feeling like I'd been doing a lot of the talking recently so I was going to let someone else speak up first. :D Same.
"One silver for mule. Could eat Kork if hungry. Kork green, just like grass." he counts two silver from the pile, and slides it over to Zebulon. "One more because Kork feel generous." He pockets the rest of the change with a... satisfied (?) smile.
Kork tilts turns his head towards Okoteck, and does a little shrug. "Good food and drink for five, mule outside, and good manners. Kork not see manners on menu, so was not sure how much." The goblin looks at the gnomes. It's not exactly a scolding look, but not far off. "If manners good enough, Kork could come back for night. If not..." he pats his backpack. "Bedroll cozy and night warm."
15 minutes before editing rights are gone. This is not Golarion, Jaym. Just a heads up.
If someone could find and make a google doc or something to keep track of plot threads, that would be great. I'll link it in the campaign page. I'll try. If I have the spare time. The rails are probably an artifact of how I wrote it. There will be additional antagonists revealed throughout the next few levels that might be played against one another or tackled in different orders, but we haven't reached the point in the game where the really interesting choices crop up. It's honestly fine. Start of an adventure. I get it. Need to her those cats before they start being focused on stuff. Kork is probably our MVP roleplaying-wise. Keep the erratic goblin vibes coming! :) That's very sweet of you to say. Thank you!
Kork puts his backpack on the floor again, and nods at Zebulon. "Kork accept apology. And is hungry. Food, please!" he smiles at the gnome pair, and looks at the people around the table. "Kork pay today." He pulls out his pouch and slides two gold coins towards the gnomes. When the gnomes skitter off, he ponders something, then speaks up. "Need rooms? Maybe visit monastery first." he shrugs.
Kork looks around the room, seeing three others sitting there. "Business good enough to send clients away?" he tilts his head at the gnomes, and reaches to pick up his backpack.
Game: It's fun. Party does back and forth, we have goals to follow (a lot of them. Not sure whether we will have to dismiss some at some point due to time, but we'll see), it's going well as far as I am concerned. I kind of can see the rails, but it honestly doesn't feel that way at all. So good job on your part. Plans - I will be out for two weeks at the start of July. Not sure if I will be able to post, but we will see. Re: Kork - again, if you feel like I'm being disruptive to the game, let me know. Erratic goblin vibes. Just making sure. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ PS: Syper, I'm pondering what Kork will want from a changeling, like Okoteck's plumes. Not gonna lie, the first idea was the gray eye, since you don't even us it that much, but that might be overkill. I'll think of something.
When Irila speaks her tale, Kork listens intently. His expressions vary - amusement, tension, satisfaction, and more showing in various degrees, but he does not utter a sound, taking in the details like a hungry wolf devouring a lamb. When she is done, Kork claps. "Nice story. Kork will remember." He then walks off, pondering the implications of the closing paragraph. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ During the trip to Wunirö, Kork seems jolly and prances around the grasslands like a little girl heading to pick meadow flowers for her grandmother. He hides behind bushes, chases sheep around, and rolls down grassy hills. When entering civilisation, his demeanour changes slightly, and it seems he is wary of something, although still generally cheerful. Sitting down in Stone Hook, he pulls up a chair comfortable for his size, and waits. When Zebulon makes weird eyes in his direction, he grins back. It could be playful smile or one forced in irritation. Who knows? When the second gnome comes around with even more attitude, Kork shows signs of irritation for a hot second, before returning to his usual polite self. Within reason.
I fully encourage others to chime in. Meta talk - are changelings common knowledge?
The goblin squints at Syper. He contemplates the development of the situation, whatever contemplating means in the goblin noggin he calls his head. It takes a while. Deflated, he exhales and sits down. He gazes at Syper's face, lifts his hand and extends his index finger. He moves it slowly side to side, watching whether Syper's eyes trace the motion. "Colour not match. Kork not trust Patches with wish. For now. Improve, then Kork make real wish." he smiles, showing his shark teeth.
He stands up, and still seems a little disappointed. "Fine." he barks at Syper as he scans him up and down. "Kork test Patches' skill." the goblin grins triumphantly and points at Syper's eye patch. "Kork wish Patches have both eyes!"
Kork looks at the rock glowing softly in Syper's hands. And back to Syper. And back to the rock. "Hmm." the goblin scratches his shaggy beard that is starting to kick in. "Patches grant wishes now? Explain."
Kork struts up to the scamp after a few moments of searching the area immediately next to the now dead... thing. He comes in just as the scamp hands over the yellow stone to Syper. Kork's jaw drops and his eyes go wide. "Fool!" Kork cries out. "What Patches do? Can have anything! Wings, castle, fame, wealth." Kork points both hands at the rock in Syper's hands, but looks Syper in the face, questioning the bard's life decisions. "Pick rock? Genie useless now!" He facepalms with both hands and drops to both his knees. His arms extend to support his torso above the ground, and he hyperventilates.
Guys, don't wait for me if you have stuff to do. Work is SUPER BUSY this week. I'll try to drop a post here and there, but no guarantees.
Okay, I will give you some 12 hrs of time to figure it out before I start asking for wishes again?
"Oh, genie come to Kork now?" Kork charges deeper into the mist, Spikes in hand, and slashes at the thing.
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