Heh... Heh... Greta slow too! Chuffy's the fastestestest. Chuffy stab stab stab. - said the ugliest of the Goblins around.
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Thanks for the invite, GM!
Ready here ;)
Hi, I'm posting this on all my PbPs, as player or GM - I had a family emergency last Monday, due to an accident, and had not been able to post or even communicate of my absence. In parallel, as a consequence of the situation not improving, my undivided attention on such matter will be required on the months to follow and, therefore, I'm stepping out of most of my activity online. I apologize for the inconveniences it might cause and I wish you all the best, and fun on your games. Thanks all for the understanding and for the opportunity to play with you. The Chess / adsapiens
Mogmurch looks at Reta and Chuffy with his usual crazy moving eyes. You two much better near the enemies than Mogmurch. Mogmurch has bombs, but too few bombs. - he says - Mogmurch not good with his club, and could really use the crossbow and bolts.
Mogmurch holds, waiting for Reta to go for the spider first. He wanted to bump Lotslegs' head with his club, but reckon the female was much better at it and should go first.
Mogmurch follows with the others, keeping his small club in hands and giggling a little maniacally.
Mogmurch takes a side step, looking that none of the other goblins are around the spider (or, at least, hoping), and then laughs openly as he throws a bomb at Lotslegs.
Used to the nature, Mogmurch quickly identify the creature and a lot about it. Giant spider! Careful! - he says - Bite is venomous. Make us weak. Their hide is rougher than Squealy Nords! They can also shoot webs to entangle us, and hide good in the webs where they sense vibrations. He tries to look smart as he speaks, but can't avoid his own gobliness. As he speaks, he moves to hide behind one the bushes and get full cover against the spider - waiting for it to climb down.
Mogmurch looked maniacally at Poog for some seconds - the deranged goblin would love to play more with fire, and Poog seemed to want everything for himself. Chuffy seemed a little more reasonable, and Reta really was good with weapons. No one, though, was better at fire than Mogmurch. The alchemist, however, limited himself to scratch his ear. Whatever. - he said, getting his stuff ready, including the gourd, and preparing to depart. He was happy he would get to explode something. Or he'd just find something to explode... Or someone.
Mogmurch doesn't really seem to care much about the bunter going on, and distracted he's licked intensely by his mate - he's tasting a little bit like Squealy Nord.
Mogmurch runs, quickly, for the despair of his wife. The insane goblin immediately tackles the piglet to ride it. Mogmurch goes! Mogmurch rides ferooooocious Squealy Nord!
Still here, catching up :)
Mogmurch parties very happy, dancing with his mate Rempty as she keeps insistently trying to avoid him from getting extra burnt from the bonfire. The insane goblin drinks and eats everything he finds, completing with some bugs and dirty.
Bonfire is fun! - says Mogmurch, clearly happy with the mission - Mogmurch can blow horses and longshanks up. Dogs too. Dogs make funny noise when blown up. Lotslegs and Vorka, different story.
Mogmurch had absurd fun on the previous night. He got to help with the fireworks and burn, burn, burn Scribbleface's hut down, and the insane goblin alchemist was up part of the night still admiring the flames. Rempty, his mate, had troubles but finally she managed to get him to sleep by licking his eyes to close. By the next morning, when she woke him up to the news Gutwad announced, she was very proud of him - going to speak to the great chief himself, at his moot house! Mogmurch smiled to Rempty and departed, happy as never, towards the place. He was now scratching his own burnt fingers while looking at Slorb. Mogmurch knows he wants us to blow more thingies. And burn. Maybe burn pink longshanks houses too.
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