OK, I think I'm going to bow out and take this one off my campaign tab. Thanks for a great game, everyone! I really enjoyed it and will miss playing with Poof.
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"So we am good, then? We am leaving snotty sword and going home?"
Poog shrugs. "Then all am good, right? You am saying words, and he am lifting curse. What am problem?"
"You am not knowing! There am people who am liking that! Poog am liking to see a naked goblin sometimes."
"Hmph. What am laws. Poog am not swearing to dance naked for hosts entertainment."
Poog's eyes grow wide as he looks around. Seemingly unerringly, he is drawn to a crystal vial, a bluish flame seeming to dance within. Uncorking it, the goblin greedily suck down the flame, steam rising from his skin and his eyes turning yellow as the sun before they start dancing with flame. A second later, he burst into flame, a flickering sheath of fire surrounding him, and reflecting off his white teeth as he grins. "Now Poog am powerful as fire!" he says with a cackle. "They am regretting that they am thinking Poog am not strong enough to be part of goblins!" Hearing It yap, he turns to the dirty terrier and lets it lick out the remnants of the vial. With a small whine, the canine bursts into flame, the sturdy dog transformed into a dog-shaped creature of pure elemental fire!
"Poog am ready for victory, though."
"Ha! Manure cart mule shoes. That am funny. Well, we am not getting treasure for any reason staying here. We am going to find Marysthan and getting our reward, now?"
"Hmmph. You am sword. You no am needing treasure. You am acting up, you being stuck in stone! Poog am cursing you so you am not being pulled free until some king am wanting you!" The goblin glares at the talking sword.
"Fine. It am meaning more treasure for Poog, then." The goblin harrumphs irritably. Stupid humans. Why die when there's no reason to?
"That am stupid. Magic am bringing him back," the goblin insists.
Once informed of the situation, Poog frowns. "That am no problem," the goblin says. "Poog am able to make him come back. Show Poog where him body am, and Poog am casting spell so we can go get reward."
After Asha gets up, Poog dips a finger into her rice and tastes it. Making a face, he ignores her food, glancing over at It, who has now climbed up on the bench and reached up, the dirty terrier's tongue cleaning out Simon's bowl of gruel. "You am having it if you am wanting, it," he crossly tells the dog. "She am leaving, but it am no good at all." He takes another bite of the fresh bacon in front of him, dredging it in gooey egg yolk on his plate.
Poog shrugs and sits down to eat. "He am not eating his portion if he am not here, right?" he asks, looking around and reaching for Simon's bowl. Realizing it's simply gruel, he grimaces and pushes it back.
Just FYI, this is a really busy week for me, so not sure what my posting rate will be like through Monday. It's easier to post in games I'm playing, rather than running, so I doubt I'll miss anything, but if I'm holding things up, please feel free to DMPC me. That said, we're really close to done. Let's finish this bad boy up!
Poogs eyes grow wide, and he breaks out a toothy smile. "Ah, this is good magic. Soon Poog am able to eat fire without burning himself too!" He applauds in all his goblin glory as the man performs, It sitting next to him, dirty tail wagging enough to kick up a small cloud of dust.
Poog grumps around the rest of the night, waiting to claim his prize.
Poog scowls at Simon and moves closer, roughly channeling magic to heal the man.
"Hmm! So now we get gift, right?" Poog asks rudely, spitting out the last bit of phlegm toward the Wu sisters as he approaches the others.
Poog takes a deep breath, coughing up just a little more bile as he realizes he's getting himself back under control. "That am no fun," he mutters crossly, looking around as he regains his bearings.
Poog continues to cough and hack.
Poog continues to cough and choke on the noxious fumes.
Poog continues to be nauseated, coughing and retching pitifully and hoping he gets a chance to participate in the fight before it's over.
Poog hacks and coughs as the spell overwhelms him. This am stupidly ironic, he thinks as he tries to regain control of himself.
Just FYI, I'm leaving on Friday for a 10-day vacation to Italy. I'm back May 13, though I don't know how jet-lagged I'll be (I'm hoping to try to stay up the entire flight and get right back on schedule, more or less, but the best-laid plans of mice and men...). I'll still be posting over this week, I think, though still have lots of planning to do, so if you're waiting on me, please DMPC me.
Poog stops his goblin chanting for a second, just long enough to spit in the direction of Gomwai and the closest Xun. "Goblins strive and goblins clash, goblins give you vicious rash, all foes itch and all foes cry, all foes suffer and all foes DIE!"
Poog grins evilly. "We shall see," he says as he quickly casts, tossing a rotting egg he pulls from his pouch toward them. As a roiling green cloud surrounds the five men, the goblin resumes his chanting.
Waiting until shortly before the fight is ready to being, Poog pulls some lint out of one of his many pouches and waves it at each of his companions, bestowing good favor on them.
"What am we getting?" Poog demands of the contest officials.
"And every one of me you cherish," Poog intones, reading his plinth.
Agreed. Reads well either way, though, honestly.
Poog moves to the closest pillar and looks at the line carved there. This better not be some explosive runes or something...
Poog grunts. "What am happening now? Am we fighting Gomwai and getting Poog's prize?"
"It am not so tough. It am not even touching Poog." The goblin looks back at the arena, clearly impatient for the tournament to be over so he can claim his prize.
Poog sighs deeply as he lands, pulling out his wand. "This am taking care if your hurts," he says sourly. "Poog am needing his spells in case more bad things am happening."
Poog growls as he sees the blood spatter. "No! You am no messing up my chance here!" he yells and claws again, thin streaks of blood once more trailing down the ettin's skin. He begins rhyming in goblin as he remains floating in the air.
Flying 30 feet up, out of the creature's reach, Poog smirks. "You am almost at your last, so you am saving me forever!" He claws at the creature through the air, brief streaks of blood suddenly appearing on its flesh momentarily in a matching pattern.
I'll be out of town today through Tuesday and not likely to post. Please feel free to DMPC me.
Poog grunts in displeasure as he makes his way back into the middle of the arena.
"This am not even a challenge," Poog sighs., landing back on the ground as he realizes their foe is all but defeated. He glares at the man again, the air once more seeming to thicken momentarily.
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