Sorry for the delay of my posts - had a camping trip, but now I'm here and ready. Will post a little later today.
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The sounds of ... well, the very loud sounds of metallic clanking from armor are very apparent. This gobbo was big, far as goblins are considered, anyways, and the heft of the good ol' horsechoppa sat on his back, blade vicious and covered in dried blood. Tek saw just another day. Another day, except for this invitation he'd be acceptin'. He set out with his necessities, and stuffs - nothing out of the ordinary. With that said, he had a mean look as he walked up to the Moot House, and saw he wasn't the only one with these honors. "'EY YOU GITS! Stop wit' th' squabblin' and make youselfs useful. Line up fer th' boss, else he mite gut ya fer blockin' his door!" Tek made a large frown behind his jawplate. He flexed what little muscles he had - which were definitive of 'stronger than the rest' for as far as he cared. He drew out the horsechoppa and put the hilt 'gainst his shoulder, standing very straight - except, it never looked that way. Instead, he ended up looking like he was ready to gut the man who stood behind him - but that's goblins for ya. ooc: Definitely trying to play up the 'I'm stronger' thing, going to be dumping points into crafting for, who knows, making makeshift armor for us all, should we need it. Of course, can't help it if it chafes, that's just a personal issue, though. I'm all for cooperation, though, 'cause we're stronger in groups - that's why we ambush adventurers in packs, after all...
"Dis git's reddy fo' lootins, boss!" The goblin cackles deeply, and slams down his jawplate to cover the lower part of his face.
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