Male Goblin Cleric of Zarongel 1
Know(local): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6 Poog goes back to his hut to pick up his salt shaker. He's heard that dogs go really well with salt. He might actually get to try it soon. Finally he returns back to where the bonfire is being built and watches, waiting for the fire, and half-ignoring anyone who comes along to marvel at a goblin who got to meet with the cheif.
Male Goblin Cleric of Zarongel 1
Another goblin stands. He is slightly shorter than the rest with a relatively small head, but he stares a challenge at each of the other goblins in the room. Me am the best. Poog am me. Me so brave, me face 20 dogs with only Dogsmasher here. He holds up a dried smashed mess that could have once been a toad. They smash him, but me burn them. Lot's of fire, big and bright. No more dogs. Of course Poog did not tell that they all ran from a bear. So did Poog. Me go kill all the dogs.
Male Goblin Cleric of Zarongel 1
Poog here. I redid his song and personality a bit. Focusing more on the fact that he hasn't killed any dogs, but wants to so badly that he overcompensates (naming his first toad Dogsmasher, who ironicly got smashed by a dog, his new one dogfinder etc. etc. etc.) Dogs are ‘fraid and always turn,
Thenduru hangs his head. He must have interpreted that dream wrong. Well, time to get back to Redmount before my slave brand is noticed. He quickly checks his sleeve and pulls it a little lower--though nothing is visible under where it hangs--lifts his head and smiles the best he can as he starts on his way. He even manages to whistle a little on the trip home.
Thenduru looks around at all the people waiting to get into the city. His heart pounds knowing only a few will get in. But he smiled anyway. There was no way to gain his faith back if he didn't act it. . . . at least that's what he thought. Good luck everyone. May Desna smile on you, and you get to travel for many more years. He smiles wider as if to add Desna's smile to his own. |