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"Hehe," Poog giggles to himself as the group draws nearer. Pork doesn't taste quite a good as horse, but that is a big pig! Once he sees the rest of them getting ready to attack. Poog calls out to Zarongel, demanding that pig to be paralyzed. That much better to skewer and barbeque. Poog starts salivating.
"Wait! Not leave Poog!" Poog mumbles and quickly keeps up.
"Hehe, me have biiiig splodie stick!" Poog holds out another stick, different from the one he used earlier. This one appears much more ominous looking. Perhaps its the charring down its entire length. That said, he keeps decisively to the rear.
"Uh, ogre? Eat goblins?" Poog is still groggy from the celebrations the previous night, but her words certainly wake him up. He sidles carefully behind Rita... "Chief Champion, lead on!" he yells out in as confident (which is not very) voice as he can.
"What? Me win? Really? Me never win before..." A wide grin that threatens to split Poog's face in half spreads across his face. Not really hearing Rita's threats for now, he starts jumping up and down and around and around, repeating again and again in a sing-song chant, "Me win, me win, me win..." As he is dancing around though, he catches Rita's glare. Then he spots the glare from Chuffy's evil knife. Those calm him down almost immediately. "Uh, me chief first rule. Me make council. Of equal. Rita Chief Champion! Mogmurch Chief Splody! Chuffy Chief Stabby! They say you listen!" He glances carefully at his whelpmates (for that is still how he thinks of them) to see if they are appeased... Not quite certain if they are, he throws open the chest. "Share! Share! What mine is yours!" He does quickly grab the stick though, in case it is another 'splody one. He frowns a bit when it turns out otherwise. He then quickly grab a few choice bird and animal parts. Maybe make friend for Dogfinger. Or maybe snack.
He then turns back to his subjects, and waves magnanimously. "Dance! Dance! You and you! You and you! Hehe!" Poog starts getting carried away (mildly) abusing his power for his own entertainment. "You! You! Me want swamp worms! Red slime newt! Go! Go!" And of course, sustenance.
Poog shakes his boom-stick. Hard. "Is it broke?" Whatever the case, Poog sends another blast amongst the birds!
"Neh neh! Dumb birdies!" Poog gloats, as he sends another burst over the same eagle.
"Yay! Mogmurch! You the best! Best! Best!" He starts swinging his wand quite enthusiastically but remembers his promise not to splody everyone else (and of course not himself). So he aims the aim to a space outside the pie, catching one of the eagles in the blast.
Having some awareness that his frail build stands little chance of freeing himself. Instead, he squirms like a worm, which he rather resembles right now bound by the ropes and all covered in goo, trying to reach for his 'splody sticks, since it had served him so well so far. Finally, his fingers wrap around it and he whips it out! "Nasty birdies beware me powerful stick!"
The runt of the goblin squeals in frustration at the bonds. "No, Poog no cheat! Poog good help! Poog has feelgood stick! Poog help! Please!"
Poog claps his hands in glee, almost dropping his precious wand in the process. He runs back, positioning himself beside Chuffy and lets loose another sonic blast.
Poog claps his hands in glee and sticks his tongue back out at Chuffy. "Bbbbllleearrrggghhh!" Since that worked so well, even though the stirges are thinning, he runs to the other side, he points his wand at another cluster and lets loose another sonic explosion!
Poog sees Mogmurch throw an explosive, blowing up pieces of stirges. "Hey, no fair! You blow many many!" Poog pouts. Then suddenly, a torch lights above his head and he realises that he can blow things up as well. Whipping out a wand, he aims it at a group of the stirge and suddenly, a thunderous explosion rock the area! He jumps up and down with glee.
"Why stomp stomp? When can burn!" Poog cackles gleefully seeing the stirges tethered and unable to flee. He squelches through the mud to the edge, points a finger at the nearest and shoots a bolt of fire at it!
From Old Mummy Sprattleharsh's commentary and the response from the audience, even Poog is smart enough to figure how that his shot did not go well, and Chuffy's did. He grumbles to himself, and although it is not evidently clear what he said, words like, "dumb... thinks highly... stupid game..." are audible. With a deep pout, he points his arrow rather randomly and sullenly in where he thinks he hears the birds, and without too much case, releases his arrow.
I'll be on vacation starting from tomorrow til 17 Jun. Will be bringing my laptop along though, and will still try to keep up with my posting. But if I fall behind, please go ahead and bot.
"What? No! Bad Chuffy! Poog best!"
Sprattleharsh's harsh words brings Poog back to attention from his grumbling. "Ah yes! Now we start!" not realising that they have already moved to the second round.
"Heehee! There it!" Poog hears the seagulls distinctively and releases the arrow straight in its direction. "Me sure win!"
Poog starts grumbling to himself. "Rita surely win. No fair. Should test how good we set fire! Me win for sure." Nonetheless, he still grudgingly takes over the bow and arrows and allows himself to be blindfolded.
Poog's stomach is not good. Whether it was the raven's eyes or the seagull feathers, his gut is groaning and complaining. Finally, right in front of the cave entrance, out spews forth the semi-digested remains of last night's feast (which shall be left undescribed). That seems to go on for eternity before Poog eventually stands up with a sigh of relief, wiping his hand across his mouth. "There! Me feel good now!" But that is when he sees the cave entrance. Hmm, maybe not so good. Very subtly, very sneakily, he moves behind Rita, while pulling out a wand in his hand.
Poog turns green with envy, staring at Sprattleharsh's finely decorated staff, as well as the various paraphernalia hanging from her belt. When me chief, me make you gimme! he thinks to himself in a fit of bravado. But that is before he hears the stories of what she's done to previous previous chieftains, quivering especially when he hears the tale about vomiting of toads. He clutches "Dogfinder" more tightly within his grasp. But one thing always lifts his mood. "Yes! Food! You think they got them purple worms? Or crunchy beetles! Yum!"
GM, I wrote this in your other game I'm in, so again, no worries, yah! Life will throw us curveballs - that's probably in its job description. :) Whatever pacing works for works for me, too. And Greymore, glad that you're back. Hope things get back to normality soon! Take care!
I'm in another game with Greymore, the player playing Mogmurch. He last posted on 21 Apr that things have "ticked up much more than normal" which impacted his postings, and we have not heard from him since. I hope he's ok.
Poog hops up right behind behind Rita, and yells out, "Yeah, she bestest at bonging you on the head. And stabby stabby. And choppy choppy! So you scared!" Patting his chest, he continues, "Me, Poog! Best friend of Zarongel! Licktoad gone, good! They no listen to Zarongel! You listen. Or burn!"
Do my eyes deceive me? Wand of fireball! *maniacal laughter*
Poog has eyes only on the glittery things. He rummages through them, finding them strange, but pretty. Until he lays eyes on another pointy stick. He picks it up, shakes it a bit, and suddenly exclaims, "This make food! Any food I want!" He plops down on the floor and start running through the list of all his favourite gourmet. "Purple-spotted slugs? That nice... Slimy and squishy. Oh, oh, like orange-striped giant beettle! Crunchy outside, juicy inside. Raw spider eggs? Hmm, grill horse leg! Yum, yum... How about..." His ruminations goes on for quite some time.
"Thbpttttthhhh!" Poog blows a raspberry at the retreating frog. He then kicks the corpse of Vorka a few times for good measure, but ever ready to hop away should she start to move again. He taps himself lightly with the wand, then whacks it hard on Mogmurch's head.
Only after he has satisfied himself with this does he looks around at the other goblins, with his chest all puffed up, proud of how he kept everyone alive. "Let's see what in there!", he says as he points at the compartment. He pointedly though waits for someone else to lead the way.
Hey! Glad to see you back! And more importantly, glad that things are finally settling down somewhat. No worries about being away. I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we completely understand! To quote a wise lady, "Your steps don't have to be big. They just have to be in the right direction." :)
Pog is pleased that Rita has finally woken up, but he sees that she is still groggy from the nasty froggy. He whacks her on the head one more time, trusting this would wake her up more. He then retreats, looking for an opening to help take down Vorka.
With the two harassing Vorka, Poog stares uneasily at the giant frog but seeing Rita bleed out, he decides to be heroic and runs to her, bopping her on the head with his wand. "Wake up!"
Oh, I've been back since Sunday. It was good. Ate a lot... :P Think our GM got tied down by some things, from what I gathered in another game I'm with him for. But I think he'll be updating soon.
Poog turns around when he hears Mogmurch yelling. Scratching his head in confusion, he yells out, "Why Rita now sleep now?" He feels torn about helping her but with the giant frog there, the choice is clear. He moves up behind Chuffy, lays a hand on him and calls Zarongel for help.
Poog dashes over to the unconscious Chuffy. ”Rita, you ok? Me go wake Chuffy. He sleeping.”
Sorry would be away for a short vacation til 18 Mar, Sun. Still have access to Internet but posting might be slow. Please bot where necessary. Poog will just go around healing.
"Bad froggie! Let go!" Poog moves back, this time towards Rita and jabs her with his feel good stick.
Poog sticks his wand into Mogmurch ribs and activates it on him. You no pain. Now beat frog!" He then steps away, hoping the frog will go after him instead of Poog.
Poog is blasted by the explosion badly, and deafened by the loud blast as well. At least, he managed to close his eyes in time to not get blinded. "AIEEEE!!" he screams in pain, disregarding the front he has been trying to put up. Whipping up his wand, he activates it on himself, healing some of the wounds. Finding himself in a bad position, he retreats against the deck wall, yelling out, "Rita! Come save us!"
"Yip!" Poog utters in terror at the ghastly Vorka, but quickly swallows it. Me brave! Poog moves towards Vorka and once they're in range, calls out, "Zarongel, fire!" A fan of flames burst from his hands towards the the gobliness and her pet.
Poog starts giggling that he fooled the dog (in his mind). He up next to Rita, pulls out another javelin and heaves it at the dog.
"Ahh! Poog screams when he spots the hulking beast ready to rip his throat off. Then realising the other goblins are around, he screams again, but this time in mock defiance at the dog, "Ahh!" Poog whips out his javelin and flings it at the dog, then quickly stpes away, hoping that the dog thinks the weapon came from Mogmurch.
"Heehee, Rita nasty!" Now that the dog is down, Poog gleefully hops over and gives the carcass and sharp kick. Satisfied in his part in attacking the dog, Poog creeps over to the door (not really realising that the commotion outside would have alerted whoever's inside). He presses his ears against the door and listens in.
Poog's mouth starts to water when the scent of barbecued dog starts wafting his way. Focus! Focus! He runs up behind Rita, bops her on his head with his fist, and yells out, "Zarongel help!"
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