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Hearing Dijiron's voice in his head Ooze replies via telepathy. "Is metaphor rat man!"
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Still in wind form Ooze delights with goblin glee at the new power he has been given. He flies up to the shoulder of the "Oozeatar" and shouts to it. "Yes! Ooze is dragonsoul! Most powerful and awesome and attractive of all goblins! Ooze's arrows slay his enemies with unstoppable fury and hellfire!" he chortles and seems to enjoying this chaos as none but goblins can. He continues his rant "Death and damnation upon dogs and horses, Ooze loves his avatar of righteous awesomeness!" he pats the giant spirit on the side of it's face. He then launches another arrow haphazardly at a blightning from his high post.
Ooze still in wind form shoots at the nearest enemy.
"Blleerrrrgghh AWEERRRAAGHGHH blelellele!!" Ooze rolls into the thread.
Ears ringing, Ooze stare up after being knocked on his back by the big hand of his avatar. He feels his newly granted control mark on his forehead. With an idea, a shadowy apparition bursts from his chest in his own likeness, turning to roiling air and wind, the air elemental shadow Ooze, flies from the Mesa, beelining to the blood bowl, when it arrives the air elemental Ooze, whirlwinds the blood, attempting to fling it out of the bowl. Ooze, struggles to his feet, readying his bow.
Ooze cackles with glee, he was so strong, the strongest of all goblins! He had ripped the head off of pus head with a scarf! Now there were strange sheilds whirling around him, he tried a step forward but they moved to keep him centered. His newfound pride in his strength of arm or his shiny floating protectors were forgotten in a moment, he saw himself, the inside of his spirit, it was standing in front of the she gob called Schnorzel. A massive being of fire, in the likeness of Ooze. He ran over to it and called out both telepathically and verbally. "Yes! Minion! Avatar of Ooze! Mighty slayer of false gobs, and the scourges that are dogs and horses! I commend these infested evil beings into the fires of our shared soul! All shall look on Oozatar and despair! Hahaahahaaaa!"
Ooze looks around at the chaos that is happening atop the mesa. All thoughts of plans or "teamwork" are right out. That blasted pus goblin was still alive, Ooze dropped from snakeback and hurried toward the paralyzed Jakk. When he reached him, he tries to jump onto the immobile creatures back and strangle it to death with his reinforced pocket scarf.
As his feet flap across the ground he says and broadcasts, "die.die.Die.Die.DIe.DIe.DIE.DIE.DIE!DIE!DIE!!DIE!!!!!!"
Staring at the strange creature addressing his group. Ooze looks up at it, ceasing his rummaging through his pack, fork in hand. He looks disappointedly at Layla, with a "is this thing for eating?" look on his face.
Think Ooze could take that unclaimed smelly armor, that seems on point for him.
Ooze is unsure of what to make of this repugnant creature, but there were many goblins here, and tied up like lambs for him to slaughter. He grinned from ear to humongous ear. "Layla say Ooze can kill, filthy gobs and pus dripper?" he asks in thought. If any lightning or mist is near him, he swats at it like an annoying bug. He edges closer to his "commander" and Stone the Dwarf. +2 if sound related.
Thanks guys and WB as well stone. Sheet updated.
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Ooze shakes his head and smiles a toothy grin at Layla. "Ooze ok. Not knowing what happened." Ooze looked on at the snake and his eyes widened in fright for a moment. Deciding that it wasn't a threat after reconsidering Layla's words, he jumped up. "Stop evil ritual! Get lots of food?"
Ooze knew he was attractive! He had even gotten some action on this quest so far. Diseased horrible action was still action after all. After consuming the appleish antiplague, he bounded around and began to inspect the disgusting/right proper goblin.
After his gulp, Ooze watches as the world seems to slow. Suddenly! Pain! Fiery metal juts from his jawline into a spiky blazing beard! He lets out a startled as the hot iron burns his chest. The metal cools instantly and drags the noble goblin to the dirt chin first with a "CLANK!" Ooze backpedals on hands and knees dragging his encumbered face along the ground in short tugs. "EE!..EE!..EE!" until finally he stands up with much effort. The world swirled around him and he felt a pleasant warmth creep up in his belly which he began rubbing thoughtlessly with a circular motion. Feeling his new facial exstension he prances around in fumbling drunken manner mutter him to himself with much worry. "Oh no. Dwarf face. Bad Dwarf face. Lost, lost! Pretty goblin face, proud goblin jaw line." Suddenly his stomach rumbled audibly. His eyes narrowed and he felt a hunger burning inside with the force of a million burning dogs. He began to attempt to sprint wildly, managing no more than a drunken hustle, towards any left in the room, Dijiron "Give food rat man!" he shouted a plea, shaking the poor ratfolk by the shoulders, next he "darted" to Ceru "APPLESAUCE!APPLESAUCE!APPLESAUCE!" and then onto Eris, hugging onto the tall lady's leg "Please food humie! I's begging hummie."
Ooze spits the armor out distastefully when he stops moving with blurring speed, chewing things wasn't as fun when you couldn't chomp at lightning speed. Then the thought was transmitted Shiny things Ooze stood up with a flash, his enormous ears pointing down the right chamber with a gleeful clamour he darted at a breakneck run for the giant stairs "climbing" down in a dangerous way that only goblins could do safely, that could only be described as masterful falling or bouncing. He sprints across the room stopping on a dime at the pile of spoils, his big eyes widen even bigger as he picks up the black gemstone and pops it into his mouth straight away, swallowing it with an audible GULP!
Ooze looks to the discarded armor that the lady from the storm had been striped of, while everyone else tended to the stupid humie's wounds, he sat and began to attempt and devour the hide. Hide comes from animals right?
Everyone hears a ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!! sound, and you all realize that Ooze is clamping his teeth shut.
"I wonder why Ooze blurry? What is meaning of this?"
Tuesdays and Wednesdays are my off days so feel free to bot me during that time to keep things rolling, sorry I didn't mention this before, I normally do in all my games.
Riding Mange into the cave, out of the rain. Ooze is in a slightly panicked state, but seems to be enjoying it rather than truly afraid. He rushes to the door and tries to pry it open.
His armored hand grasping the bow, his naked right arm drawing in a practiced motion. Any close to him hear an unsettling chuckling from under his (undoubtedly foul) breath.
"Yes! Ooze will finally slay lesser Goblins! he mentally chortles with glee as he draws his bow and seems to disappear into the shadows of the storm.
Ooze is lost in his own thoughts trying to overcome the bizarre horror of having OTHER PEOPLE'S voices in his head. He is shocked from his contemplation of breaking off an arrow head and digging the voices out of his superior brain by a rain drop transforming into a pretty worm and cooking itself. "HOW CONVENIENT!" he shrieks unable to separate his internal dialogue from his new found telepathic ability. Popping the pretty into his mouth he chews voraciously and eagerly looks to the sky for the continuation of worm rain. "The two eyed mutant humie woman is speaking into my brain." he projects. "Ummm Ooze is fine now, fox herder."
Days passed, training yelling and more training. Ooze was becoming even more adept than before, which in his arrogant mind was saying something. And then the unspeakable happened, they force him to READ! It was unbearable, all those thoughts, he stole them from the poor sod who had been foolish enough to write them down in the first place. It shouldn't have been possible, Ooze didn't even know how to read and yet it had happened. And now, he snapped out of daze riding along on Mange, uncomfortable and and unsure of where he was. And HER it disgusted him that he had felt anything even close to adoration for a humie and yet there she had come smelling like garbage (to him) and saying her sorceress words and walking with her female parts! Ooze would rip his face off if that ever overtook him again. Snapping his attention abruptly back to the present. "Gruurrrffllbb! What in the hells below is going on here." he literally screamed at the top of his lungs, nearly falling off Mange, even though the stalwart donkey didn't jump in fright.
Ooze looked at the plethora of other small like folk around. He first addressed the one called Layla. "Ooze thinks he is Ooze?" he replies slighty confused and not getting the social implications of the question. Then to the mustacheod one, "Ooze is champion goblin, not dwarf. No beard." he strokes his chin where a large beard would be, as if to berate Vitreous for the stupidity of his question.
After the screaming longshanks finished his tirade about the generousity of the other longshanks, a goblin looked at his pile of "gear". After a moment he strode among it and carefully put each item in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before spitting it back into the pile. Picking out the things that he need, he donned them with no short of effort, rolling around in the pile making a racous din. "Grrbn...HRRRBLLL..raks.suacken...BBlLLrrrggG." he grunted rolling about. When he finally stood, he was in a more orderly state than most would have thought possible, with boots and small medium blue armor. He attached some of the spikes to his left arm and then put one of the dark red dusters on over that, puncturing the leather of the duster coat on said left arm. he than tore the right sleeve completely off, leaving his right arm bare and his left a heavily armored spike covered monstrosity. He was green skinned and had ears that stuck out like the sails of a ship, but his bow was superbly crafted and the getup he made for himself named him an experienced killer. After his tussle with the gear pile he stared the strange "donkey" in the face for a good solid minute. "You are called Mange." he stated in raspy common. Trundling over to the campsite, he stared at the pot of applesauce. "Hey! You's gonna eat that mushy mush?" he asks over a ferocious growl of his insatiable goblin stomach. To the dismay of the group his hungry stare scans from the apple sauce to the fox and fairy as well. |