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As Gnasher comes into range, Rumple abruptly turns face and rides the other direction.
Once Rumple is out of reach of Gnasher's claws he turns back around with an evil grin. I CAN SEE YOUUUUUUU! He shrieks at his foe, and as he does so his eyes narrow and his movements become more controlled. Immediately afterwards his muscles bulge, filling out the empty space in his armor as he lets loose another bloodcurdling cry. He uses his knees to spur Pyhrra forward, charging his opponent at an improbable speed and continuing directly past him after a vicious stab with the lance.
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The other goblin dances easily past the tip of Rumple's lance, but his bite is harmlessly shoved to the side by a strange force. Rumple instantly flees the other direction. TEETH ARE CHEATING TOO STOP USING TEETH.
Rumple wheels Pyhrra around and moves to F09.
Rumple swigs the potion in his hand and drops the empty vial to the sand. He then draws the lance from his back as Pyhrra runs around the pillars to the east. I THOUGHT THIS WAS A FIGHT NOT A DRINKING CONTEST YOU COW HERD!
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Rumple is visibly enraged by his opponent's actions, and shrieks across the empty sand. YOU SEE-THROUGH LOSER! WHERE IS YOUR PRIDE! Rumple leaps onto Pyhrra's back effortlessly, and the wolf saunters forward into the middle of the arena. Rumple rummages through his pockets and grabs a vial while the wolf carries him forward. Dice:
Description:
Rumple is about as short and thin as goblins get. His wiry (yet surprisingly well muscled) frame barely fills an overly colorful and quite ridiculous set of Gnomish parade armor. An equally garish armored kilt is strapped on top of this, and from it are hung over a dozen sharp metal rings. Around the plumed helmet circles a single ioun stone, which appears to have been dipped in ink or blood. It circles around Rumple's head like a fly, and is accompanied by a number of real flies attracted by Rumple's aroma. A threadbare cloak, (which matches neither the armor nor the kilt), is wrapped around the tiny knight's shoulders and drags on the ground when he isn't mounted. Strapped to his back are a miniature greatsword and lance. A pair of exceptionally focused orange eyes peer out of from under the helmet's shade.
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(This is a terrible idea, but...) A Letter From Rumple: DEAR GOBLIN WHO IS NOT ME, I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL. SINCERELY, RUMPLE STICKSKIN OF THE ORDER OF THE POKEY P.S. IF YOU DON'T FIGHT ME YOU HAVE NO HONOR AND THAT'S TERRIBLE
Rumple rides off with Dogdog to go have awesome adventures.
Dogdog is disgrace to goblin honor! Dog is enemy of goblins, so Dogdog is double enemy (and he has got a dog and that is as many as three dogs and thats terrible). All goblin know that dog is far not good as wolf. Rumple has mighty wolf, and sticker, and deathrings, and im-peckable moral code. Him bring high honor to all goblin.
I'm still here too, mebbe we can grab some more gobble-linns.
Rumple Stickskin of the Order of the Sticker, reporting for duty! The WBG campaign he was in just shut down. Let me know if you need anything else from him- there's not much backstory with the assumption he has been living a relatively normal life, although chock-full-o'-honor, in the village. His personality would dictate his past actions.
Ahh poo, I really like Rumple. If anyone sees this who wants a goblin, send me a PM!
Rumple, again having seen several other goblins claim victory before he has a chance to try, continues to be aloofish, prancing about on Pyhrra and not participating.
Rumple seems more interested in the clubbing aspect of the game than the hiding one. He leaps onto Pyhrra and rides around searching for hidden goblins.
Rumple sees Fingernipper 'hiding' by the fire, and rides over to clonk him on the head. He gives a shriek of delight at his finding skills.
Rumple, who is 1 for 1 in the winning games department, feels he should quit while he is ahead, especially after Fingernipper's dazzling display of stomach. He rests on his Squely-Nord-riding-laurels, and drinks more booze and another apple.
He's drunk but not puking.
As Rumple sees Cara knocked to the ground as well, his pride on his riding skills overpowers his reluctance to give in to the other goblins' demands. "Out of my WAY!" he cries, and rushes forward to show the clumsy goblins how riding Squely Nord is done.
Rumple stays aloof, although his feelings and honor have been somewhat hurt by the taunting. He is somewhat unwilling, however, to ride any creature but Pyhrra.
Rumple isn't sickened, although he has drunk a rather silly amount of alcohol, and is quite sloshed. At the demand for dancing with Squely Nord, Rumple becomes rather furious. He rides tipsily over to the goblin who spoke and looks down off of an equally tipsy Pyhrra with disdain, next to Gutspiller. "The great don' need dansh with SHQUELY!" He shrieks. "We otts to throw you to Squeleh Nurd OURSHELVESH for sush dishonor!" He points his sticker at the offending goblin and waves it drunkenly from side to side, eyes bulging with fury.
Rumple, as disapproving as he is of Gutspillers lack of regard for honor, still is impressed with the goblin song... He nevertheless tries to be haughty and ignore her. Riding over to the largest barrel of booze, he and Pyhrra attempt to drain the entirety of it together. If Rumple is unable to finish it, he will grow angry at the offense to his personal strength of character, and will attempt to use his Challenge ability on the drink, and then will stab at the barrel until it breaks. Rumple plans to be a guest of Honor, and he feels very strongly about Honor, and he knows he needs to get his drink on to be a proper guest.
Rumple ignores any of the conversation concerning the map. He looks at Guts sharply as she speaks disparagingly of his all-important honor. "Mish Gutspiller!" he says in a tone of haughty indignation "If you speak sick of mine honor in a second time the consekoo-, the counswak- the results will never be the same again ever." He stops talking as he isn't sure of what he's actually saying, but feels that he put up a pretty convincing argument as to why one shouldn't question his honor. "And, Guts, my words always mean eggs sackedly what I want them." With these words he rides off, nose in the air.
Rumple begins to speak to Morat before they are summoned into the throne room. "We be here for the greatest honor and the highly- INWARD!"
He rushes into the room, first again, and slides off of Pyhrra into the dirt, bowing deeply before Gutwad before sitting down. After the announcement of their mission, Rumple stands and bows deeply again. "By my honor, a very honorable honor indeed, we honorably will bring the most honorable fireworks here for you honor! HONORWARD!" He rushes back out of the hut, leaping onto Pyhrra...
quite gracefully!
"Hurrrrrrum. We wait for him."
Rumple, being very excited, and also very fast since he is riding on a wolf, rushes to to the moot house first. There he stands with his nose nearly touching the door. "I the skinsticker be here to honorably stick the skin which should be stuck, with my sticker in hand. I shall be the haste of the wind into the... place, to do the things!" Impressed with his own high-brow and eloquent speaking, Rumple waits for the chief to be duly impressed and to send him on his no-doubt honorable mission.
HE BE HERE!
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Gibbler, we would love you for everrrr :D
Also, right here on the SRD: Organization gang (4–9), warband (10–16 with goblin dog mounts), or tribe (17+ plus 100% noncombatants; 1 sergeant of 3rd level per 20 adults; 1 or 2 lieutenants of 4th or 5th level; 1 leader of 6th–8th level; and 10–40 goblin dogs, wolves, or worgs) I'd say there's good evidence that goblins get along fine with wolves.
Well, goblins clearly like being cavaliers (they have a written in favored class bonus), and the only options for a small cavalier barring DM fiat are pony and wolf until level 4. I figured that a wolf is better than a pony :P I always took the goblins' hatred of dogs to be more specific to domesticated ones. They still have goblin dogs and stuff. Anyhow, Rumple will only be using the wolf until level 4 when he can have a tyrannosaurus.
Goblins make for wonderful mounted combatants, +4 dex and a +4 racial bonus on ride, plus they're small so you can go in dungeons etc. And they get to ride wolves.
In the interest of clarity: Sticker means Lance
I've written Rumple up as a "Rider", which is just my way of saying Gendarme (Cavalier archetype focused on mounted combat) without sounding pretentious and non-gobliny. There will likely be other, goblinesque names for various abilities such as Challenge, or order powers. I just wanted to make sure there was no confusion regarding what stuff means.
So he's no longer ranged, he's a goblin cavalier of the sword, or in this case of the 'sticker' (lance). Still fleshing out this alias, he's going under the 'tank' category, which he actually fills fairly well with 22 AC at first level. EDIT: Is there any chance we can have Common as a bonus language if we're going to be progressing beyond WBG? Rumple isn't the smartest bite mark on the rock, if you know what I mean, but it'd be cool if he could communicate with people. |