Snark reloads his gun, "Horsey was weak looking. Saw better looking dead horse when I's found gun."
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Snark slowly moved closer, aimed and then shot at the horse. Horse were nasty and this one didn't even look good for eating.
"Goody. Horse is bad but dead horse taste good. I's feel like a snack." Snark once again checks his gun before he lowers into a crawl and starts sneaking up.
I sure do. I want to finish this one for a change (always died for some reason)
"Niceties! Anyone know what potions this be? I's like pretty, shiny, white bullet. Make good trophy amulet." He already had the pearl in his hands, rolling it around between his fingers.
Snark silently follows the others to the lair while cleaning the muzzle of his gun with a bit of spittle. "Is lots of dead bigs here. Too bad spider so stupid or we's be friends." Snark then joins his fellow in searching the nest.
"We is be champions! We is be champions! We is be champions of all Goblinkind!" Snark chants, his voice squeaky and hoarse. He then walks over to the spider and starts examining it for interesting bits.
Snark takes a step back and starts reloading his gun. "Ugh, silly part of weapon."
"Be that lots-legs?" Without any further word Snark shoots at the spider.
Snark moves stealthily along the flank of the group, claiming that gives him a better shot while in fact he just wants to get away from the zealot and his preaching.
"We's get you firework chief. We's good at things so no problem." Snark approaches the fireworks. He has more knowledge of explosives then the others so he should manage them.
Don't really mind who gets what either. The ring of climbing might be useful to snipe from high, but it would still only net me a +4 total skill.
Sanrk hit himself in the head over his choice of hiding place. The tree was too slim to hide his ears completely and tips extended from both ends. But he wasn't found. Apparently the clubbers were either really dumb or they were afraid of his gun. "I knows who beats that easy!" Snark pulls a toad out of his pocket, [b]"Croaks is really good at this. He so small that can just move through. I's self got too big ears." Snark then quickly stuffs the toad back in his clothes, before some idiot eats it. He didn't feel like find Croaks number 15.
"If you's club me I shoot you in face. You first needs to find me." Snark loaded his gun before he went to hide. Now those club fools would have a reason not to want to find him. Stealth
Snark's face turns pale upon seeing the slugs which are roughly the length of his forearms. He takes a step back, suppressing the need to throw up. Slightly ashamed of himself he steps forth again, "Place slug on your head and I shoot it off but I's not eating slug." Hopefully the other Goblins would be impressed by his prowess with the gun.
Snark avoided the girls by hiding, like he always did. No that he really needed to in the past, but now he suddenly was a target for them. "Stupid girlies. I's a hero, I's need a baby mama that's also a hero so all my kiddies are born heroes." When the kid asked them about riding Squealy Nord Snark shook his head, "I's turn Nord into bacon when he's big. I stole bacon secret from humans when looking." Still, Snark paid very close attention to Farg riding Nord, partly out of jealousy and partly because he didn't want him to damage bacon.
"Cut tongues or parts is silly if you not eat them. I dare you cut tongue from big frog in the swamp. I's have killed one with my gun. I's shot from hiding." Snark decides he'd listen to the tales of the oldies in town, they always knew quite a bit as they had somehow managed to survive all of it.
"Gun save life, is gift from Zogmugot! Maybe if I's use gift good and be a story hero I's make nug nug with god hero! Need to have gun perfect for tomorrow so I's no die. Kill Lots-legs before she sees us." He patted the seemingly enormous gun while he stuck his other hand in a pouch filled with pellets.
Yeah, the characters are great. I'm personally already very fond of Snark and how he loves his gun (and his lucky toad).
Snark silently followed. He always avoided chief as he looked not so nice but now he wasn't scared any more because he had gun. Maybe that was why he could now hear chief without cowering? "We's get them fireworks chief! We's have great party when we's returned with firework. Maybe I can learn how to make firework if we not burn one?" He'd be a hero to his people if he could actually make firework, maybe he could even become chief then. When he sees the map Snark starts studying it. "Hmm, I's never been there before. Been lots of places, but not there." He caresses his gun, "Me's got no time for nug nug, I's need to make sure gun is good for tomorrow!"
Stuff your demon wench! She got nothing on great Zogmugot! Why pay attention to smelly demon when there is goblin heroes that need prayer? If you have problem with it, you can take it up with her great gift!
Snark not bicker! Snark settle disputes by gun! Much easier.
Wow, that looks great Insnare As for the Archetype, you mean the musketmaster?
I figured a single weapon would fit the character. He has only figured out how to operate this musket, give him a pistol and he's more likely to blow himself up than to shoot it properly.
Here is Snark, Goblin Gunslinger and tinker The sheet is done and under the alias Background
When he had enough of the bullying Snark would always sneak off in the night and vanish for a few days before returning. Once, on what he considers a fateful night, he came across a scene on the road: A small caravan of humans was being attacked be ferocious Orcs, it was further away from home than he had ever been. Snark looked on from a distance, appreciating the scene. Eventually the Orcs killed all the humans and they took the bodies of the people, and of the horses, with them. Seeing this as his chance Snark ran out into the wreckage to scavenge and there he found it: A battered old musket. Clearly those idiot Orcs with their empty brains had stamped on it as it was broken. But Snark was smart and he could fix it. It was his lucky day though, as among the wreckage he also found a small chest which contained the tools he needed, or figured he needed, to repair it. Mumbling his thanks to great Zogmugot, Snark went to work. Several days later he made his glorious return. The gun worked. First the Goblins that always bullied him laughed when he returned, hands all black and sooty smudges in his face, but they stopped laughing when Snark shot them in the foot. Now they leave him alone, afraid he'll shoot other bits as well. |