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Zazzle the Arsonist, NPC's page

11 posts. Alias of CrusaderWolf.


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"That'll be forty gold sails...to Fruggig over there."


Gaziq wrote:
"Since it sounds like you were just a pawn in a bigger scheme, we've no need to kill you just now. But I'd recommend staying on your best behavior for a while. And be more careful about what clients you take on."

"Yes, yes of course, I'll definitely be careful! No more making bombs for untrustworthy sorts, no sir! And can I just say, thank you so much for not killing me? I'll be sure to tell everyone here to stop eating rats, in honor of your mercy and wisdom!"


Nathalion wrote:
"Though your bro, Fruggig might decide to gut you.'Cause of non-payment of debts."

Zazzle coughs nervously. Yeah, about that. I don't have much coin on me right now, but I have a couple of useful items if you wanna take a look..."

Zazzle's Inventory:

All of these are available for purchase.
[5] fuse bombs
[3] acid flasks
[2] alchemical cement
[2] alchemical solvent
[2] tanglefoot bags
[1] bladeguard
[1] fireward gel


Uuzkhangr wrote:
"Was there just the one bomb?"

"Yeah, it was just the one bomb, and, uh, well it wouldn't have been possible if he hadn't brought me some of the black sand!" Zazzle declares. "It burns really nice, and it's easy to make if you've got the stuff for it! I can make a whole bunch with enough bat poo and sulfur!"

Uuzkhangr wrote:
And did you also give this fairy some alchemical glue and stuff like that?"

Zazzle's jaw drops open. "How'd you know that?! Yeah, he also bought some acid and glue and gluebombs and smoke bombs and..." the skinny goblin's eyes go wide as his voice trails off. "Oh scuzzbuckets, that beekeeper hired you didn't he? Am I, *gulp*, am I gonna die now?" He puts one hand behind his back overly casually.


"So you were lying!" Zazzle looks relieved instead of outraged. "We're gonna have to talk payment up front of course--you first of course Fruggig!--but I dunno how much help I'm really gonna be. I don't know where the goblin fairy lives or where it comes from! It was green, and little bitty!" the lanky goblin holds its hands out about a foot apart to underline his point. "He--it?--had some batty wings, and a lotta gemstones, and he was veeeery friendly. Lots of great promises about more gemstones and how amazing the results of my bomb would be."

Uuzkhangr wrote:
"How will we know if we find the bomb? What does it look like?"

"The fairy was very particular about wanting it to look all normal, it looks like a barrel, like a million other barrels all over the city! Barrel was even bigger than him!" Zazzle chortles at the mental image, then frowns. "...which makes it weird that he was able to steal it so sneakily..."


Zazzle sniffles some more and looks up at Raleigh. "Yeah, like two sleeps ago! We were s'pos to make the sale and instead I wake up and it's gone! Not even one of those stupid gits," he points an accusing finger out the door where the rest of the goblins are, "saw or heard a thing!"

Nathalion wrote:
"Tell us about this faerie goblin, so we can track 'em down for you. Get you some revenge, eh?"

The goblin's eyes narrow suspicious at the wizard. "How come you want to get revenge for me? Or hire for a job? What is this job anyway, and why are all you longshanks so weird?"


Zazzle's expression is a hideous blend of outrage and despondence. "Are you deaf? I was robbed! Betrayed! Wuzzo was right: I should've never, EVER trusted a fairy, not even a goblin fairy! It took me months to steal enough supplies to make, it was my masterpiece!"

Zazzle throws his hands in the air with a disgusted noise and marches towards his haphazard collection of sacks and boxes. A moment of silence is broken by a loud sniffle, Zazzle dropping his head into his hands. "Such a beautiful bomb..."


GM Rolls:

1d20 ⇒ 6
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Zazzle's eyes narrow, mouth working silently for a moment before he shuts it, darting between Gaziq and Raleigh. "You wanna hire me for a job?" he glances at Fruggig, who also looks surprised. A greedy gleam comes into Zazzle's eye. "Yeah, yeah that's okay. Ya need a bomb? 'Cause after what just happens I'm gonna have to demand payment up front."


Zazzle flinches when the dogmonster heads land at his feet, and wipes a fleck of spittle from his cheek, the freezes, blinking slowly. "What do you mean, 'make any more'?" he asks quietly.


Borumaru wrote:
"My companions and I would like to talk to you for a moment."

The goblin's eyes dart from one of you to the next, evidently thinking furiously. "Well, uh, we don't get many longshanks here, you friends of Dogslayer? Hehe, I don't wanna make anybody upset, but that was a one-time arrangement with him." the goblin chuckles nervously. Splaying his hands out in a helpless gesture, he implores at Fruggig, "I can't pay you right now, my supplies were stolen! Come back in a few days and maybe I'll have something then!"


Just inside the room stands an unusually tall and pale-skinned goblin. He wears a child's vest still slightly too big for him, and a pair of belts crossed over his chest holding torches and jars on leather loops. His hands are clasped in front of him and he wears an obsequious grin that quickly fades when he sees you.

"You...aren't Dogslayer." he manages after a moment.