Tindertwig pouts.
Dirtbag whispers
Really thought we had a shot....
The gunslinger grins.
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Here is a bit of RP sampling.... Adventures with Tindertwig & Dirtbag: Dis bees much ov da walkings! Are wees dere yet? Trudging through the thick foliage of the Mawagi Expanse, a small, big-eared goblin complains. Perched pristinely upon the complaining goblin's head (and seemingly sporting a smile) sits a tiny toad. With each soggy step comes another complaint from the morose goblin.
The serenely sitting toad only licks his eye. Stopping suddenly upon hearing a crack of the Stupids foliage ahead of him, the big-eared goblin puts a finger to his mouth.
The preoccupied toad doesn't seem to be all that concerned, as it continues to lick it's eye. The gunless gunslinger deftly retrieves his dog slicer (which coincidentally has never sliced a dog) and he ducks underneath some still dripping foliage from the Stupids torrential rain. Stealthily advancing forward to see the potential party poopers, the Sneaky goblin comes to see a large wagon caravan slowing moving through the dirt road in the same direction as they.
Studying the progress of the caravan, listening to dwarven voices inside them wagons, the goblin grins.
Dirtbag does look intrigued by the comment.... Carefully climbing into a randy wagon passing his position, Tindertwig smiles when he sees crates with Alkenstar markings.
The toad only looks on innocently. As it turns out, the dwarven caravan was headed to Nantambu (which of course, our Alkenstar native never heard of) to deliver goods to some school called the Magaambya.....
This is Dorian Grey's work in progress. Apparently, math is hard. He can afford a flintlock pistol... I will endeavor to write up some fun shananagins tomorrow morning.
Tindertwig un Dirtbag reportings fer doo-tees! He will be going Free Rogue Dedication at 2nd. Any questions, comments, concerns are welcome. Thank you for running!
He originally was in an AV game that also died. He may be a cursed goblin.... So, this will be Dorian Grey's submission. I changed gears a bit. I will need to level him down, but that will be the route he goes in current Profile. Goblins rule!
Tindertwig and Dirtbag do their best not to laugh at the poor gnoll, as she complains about her aching back.
Tindertwig and Dirtbag talk and talk and talk....
Tindertwig and Dirtbag unobtrusively walk the board-walk about the route from the saloon to G's house. They take a different route each day/night. SCOUT A ROUTE
DOWNTIME: You spend half a day scouting a route from Vashon Gattlebee’s house to the Barrel & Bullet Saloon. Roll a DC 15 Athletics, Perception, Society, or Survival check. Critical Success: You climb to a great vantage point, spot noteworthy details, learn interesting info from locals, or find useful clues related to your escort route. You earn 2 Preparation Points.
The remainder of the day/night, both the gunslinger and the toad decide get some grub (Tindertwig heard some cool-looking cowboy say it like that) at the saloon.
The goblin smiles. He laughs. He lies to everyone in the saloon!
Downing yet another left alone on the bar without an owner beverage, Tindertwig continues with his tall tlae.
Dirtbag is seen drunk.
Youses hads uses at explosions! Dirtbag nods and grins.
Tindertwig (and Dirtbag) are seen sitting under a kitchen table. Every so often a goblin hand snakes out and up to purchase some food. Shortly afterwards, a toad tongue follows suit.
The certain sound of a raspberry is heard shortly following the goblin's voice.
Gattlebee? A week? Tell them they have five days? Tindertwig begins counting on his fingers as the big-eared goblin overhears the words of the rotten sheriff lady.
Dirtbag is seen cracking his knuckles (and wincing each time). Re-entering the Barrel & Bullet Saloon and seeing Miss Foebe Dunsmith at her usual spot at the bar,
Tindertwig and Dirtbag stride on up, plop down on a stool (they take 3 different tries to get up there, once even sitting upside down), and (finally) order a wish-key straightened up!
The goblin winks with his right eye at the dumbfounded barkeeper. Following her into the backroom, the gunslinger having acquired a bottle and some food on his way, Tindertwig takes a seat on cushion on the floor.
Tindertwig pats the dark dude on the shoulder.
Dirtbag nods sagely.
Tindertwig looks at his new pistol. Dirtbag licks it. The goblin shrugs and smiles.
Tindertwig and Dirt bag frown as another of his partners drop like a Thanksgiving cranberry dessert.
The gunslinger then pulls the trigger at the Flat-footed gnoll!
The goblin then ◆ Hides behind that cover again.
Tindertwig winces as the goblin watches the gnoll get beat the bleep up!
Both gunslinger and toad agree that the best way to help the poor unfortunate gnoll was to blast the other ugly mutant gnoll in the face!
The gunslinger then pulls the trigger at the Flat-footed gnoll!
The goblin then ◆ Takes Cover again.
Tindertwig squeals excitedly at the big, ugly mutant gnoll!
The gunslinger then pulls the trigger at the Flat-footed gnoll!
The goblin then ◆ Takes Cover again.
Tindertwig chuckles as the gnolls begin dropping like...gnolls dropping!
Dirtbag smiles.
Tindertwig squeals excitedly at the nice hole that the dwarf put in the gnoll's face!
The gunslinger then pulls the trigger at the Flat-footed gnoll!
The goblin then ◆ Hides behind his Cover again.
Tindertwig swallows his spit seeing impaled on a crude spit over the pit is the carcass of a large, charred rat.
Tindertwig then yells at the same gnoll!
Tindertwig then ◆Takes Cover.
Still scratching their heads, both goblin and toad follow Drexa up and into the weird land-boat.
Tindertwig blushes (and drops his pistol). The grinning goblin gunslinger grabs it quick-like with a touch of nonchalance. Dirtbag is grinning even wider than the goblin. At the blockade, both goblin and toad begin scratching each other's head, as they both just stare dumbfounded at the boat.
Tindertwig jumps up and down continuingly while shouting much to Dirtbag's perch!
The proud goblin gunslinger begins to twirl his new pistol, but he drops it at the sight of Monsie.
The goblin sets his eyes on a Owlbear Claw.
Cage Match with Junkyard Dog(s)! Tindertwig (Dirtbag yawning on his head) creeps through the junkyard with the silence of the lambs. The goblin sharts when the two Junkyard Dogs emerge quite suddenly from the beautiful piles of junk!
◇Drawing his new pistol, Tindertwig aims at the closest Junkyard dog!
The goblin laughs at the closest Junkyard Dogs!
Tindertwig then ◆Takes Cover.
Tindertwig and Dirtbag glance over at The Man in Black. In answer to his question, they both look up.... Gnolls bees meanies bullies. Every gobbo bees know'ns dat.They both wink at Drexa.
Tindertwig and Dirtbag watch in awe and a bit of jealousy (especially the toad) as Drexa lifts, works, bullies the machinery and obstacles out of their path.
Tindertwig proudly offers the handwraps to the gnoll. Then once ready they follow her in....
Tindertwig and Dirtbag enjoy the celebrity status amongst the Nailgobbler tribe. The goblin gunslinger practices a nifty move called a pistol twirl while there to show off. He only drops his new pistol like 5 times! After resting, eating, drinking and twirling, they prepare to begin their quest for the Lord Glass. The gunslinger cleans, loads and kisses his new pistol. Pride and confidence displayed on both faces of our goblin and lucky toad, they saunter up to the base of the crane.
Tindertwig passes out the 3 pints of oil, a lesser eagle-eye elixir in the form of a pickled sparrow eye in a tiny bottle, and a lesser leaper’s elixir in the form of peppery frog leg jerky.
Dirtbag seems a bit uncomfortable. The gunslinger then studies the crane mechanisms....
Vermin trapped and then cooked or pickled—smoked rat, pickled rat, and deep-fried cockroaches! Mees bees tak'ns twices! Both goblin and toad lick their lips!
Tindertwig gazes in awe of the Lord Glass. The goblin drools. Dirtbag seemed thisty.
Tindertwig does whisper to the group.
Dirtbag seems busy licking Tindertwig's wounds as the starstruck goblin drools over this Lord Glass' fancy coat, beard and throne....
Tindertwig (scratched, bruised, bleeding) excitedly hugs, slaps high-fives and dances with his fellow goblins. The proud gunslinger poses, struts and eagerly shows these poor country goblins his fancy city slicker attire.
Dirtbag seems to be in wonderment of the situation. At the mention of gnolls (he winks at Drexa) and of meeting this Lord Glass, Tindertwig begins grooming his nonexistent hairstyle.
Drips of drool drop onto the goblin head from Dirtbag, as they traverse the path through piles of discarded scrap metal, wood, and other garbage.
The goblin frowns at being addressed so by another goblin, so he promptly flips him the bird.
Dirtbag closes his eyes.... Tindertwig winces as he gets hit by falling debris!
Tindertwig looks at all the steel this and steel that and the little goblin grins.
The gunslinger's (now owning a gun again) big ears perk up at the sounds of shouting and signal whistles are heard from the front of the bank and the far eastern and western ends of the alley.
The goblin (and his toad) will Avoid Notice, bringing up the rear through the path south to the Scrapyard.
Tindertwig smiles at his new pistol. Dirtbag whispers into the happy goblin's ear. Tindertwig frowns. He then takes ever round of ammonition from the mean dwarf lady.
He then reloads the pistol before placing it his holster. Tindertwig nods in agreement to the dark dude.
Tindertwig raises his dogslicer high over Dirtbag's head. The goblin and the toad looking at the dwarf lady, both using their mean faces.
The gunslinger takes the pistol and smartly places in his now not empty holster.
Tindertwig frown at his dogslicer. The goblin shakes it. He shakes it again. He spits on it. Dirtbag spits on it.
The gunslinger then swings at the dwarf that is holding his new pistol!
Tindertwig grins!
The greedy goblin tries again against the Frightened dwarf!
Dirtbag snickers. Tindertwig frowns again. He shakes it.
Gimme mees news pistol!
Tindertwig (continuing to use his mean face, but his giggling may be hampering a bit) decides to do some cool (some may even say Heroic) acrobatics!
The goblin smiles, waves and strikes at the mean, Frightened dwarf lady!
Dat bees mees pistol, ma'am.
Tindertwig's eyes bulge and Dirtbag excitedly begin to use the goblin's head like a drum!
Tindertwig (stick licking his lips from that delicious grape elixir) smiles at the Dark dude. He begins taking tools from his bandoleer.
The goblin than begins to work on the door's lock. Dirtbag whispers in the goblin's ear. Tindertwig checks to see if the door is indeed locked. He then attempts to unlock it.
Tindertwig grateful takes the Elixir of Life from the dwarf, drinks it and promptly burps.
Dat wuz delicious! Grape?
Tindertwig looks at the dwarf pointing at Dirtbag licking his head wound.... After the hopefully 10 minutes , the goblin grins at the dwarf, puts on his mean face, and joins the Dark dude.
He grins (while trying to maintain his mean face).
Deception to Lie
Tindertwig giggles as the handsy clockwork's head explodes.
The goblin then prepares to dogslice the dogshit out of the last remaining clockwork, but it already seems to be deactivated.
Tindertwig grins. Dirtbag nods in agreement. The toad begins licking the wound on Tindertwig's head....
Tindertwig winces as the mean bully clockwork guard clunks him on the head!
Tindertwig squirms and wiggles his goblin ass!
The goblin frowns.
The goblin then attempts to reciprocate!
Tindertwig's eyes dart from the bully clockwork guard, breaking down the half-door; to the bully-er clockwork hugging the gnoll a bit to intimately; to the others.
The goblin then sighs, makes a religious gesture, ◆Strides to Flank Orange, ◆draws his dogslicer and ◆Strikes at it!
He then smiles weakly at the bully guard staring at him from the broken 1/2 door. Maybees if'n mees closes mees eyes it won'ts sees mees?
Tindertwig sticks his tongue out at the newest guard. The goblin then smiles, waves, ◆Steps, and ◆closes the door, ◆locking it behind him.
Tindertwig's big ears begin to scream back at the loud siren!
The goblin then ◆Strides forward to the door that the guards entered the back. He ◆takes out an Alchemist's Fire. He then tosses it at the two in back, aiming for guard Yellow!
Dere bees un nutter ov dese comes frum da fronts! Dere be un dwarfs lady in dat offices too!
Tindertwig looks at the closed door, the approaching guards, the gnoll and the sounds that come from the dark dude. Dirtbag licks his eyelids. The goblin seems a bit perplexed as to his next actions.... Nutt'n comes frum da dwarf lady? Wees needs dem keys! The gunslinger decides to distract the guards, so that the others may get the keys. The goblin ◆Leaps onto the counter, ◆squeezes through the window, and drops to the otherside. He then ◆Sneaks back toward the guards.
The goblin helps his efforts by knocking over everything and anything on the counters!
Tindertwig just grins innocently at the nice dwarf sheriff, banker lady. Dirtbag shrugs.
Now Hidden from the nice dwarf sheriff, banker lady, the goblin (and toad) decide not to take up any more of her time! Using the suspiciously big plants, Tindertwig backs the f%!@ out of her office.
Once outside it, the goblin ◆shuts the door!
Tindertwig grins. Dirtbag seems to be making a worried face. The goblin waves the toad's (mostly) unwarranted concerns aside.
Peering suspiciously at the Two very healthy looking potted plants stand to either side of the desk, flanking a large credenza, Tindertwig used them as cover on his way to the desk. Dirtbag seems to be holding his breathe....
Dirtbag smiles weakly! The goblin looks at the dwarven lady with a shit-eating grin on his goblin face!
Tindertwig winks at the group, as the goblin begins to slide out of the backroom, ducking further behind the outer counter and makes his way closer to the office for a peek.
Dirtbag helps by closing his eyes.... Also, if the gunslinger gets a look at any of the guards?
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