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Zork fires off another arrow at his eight-legged opponent. He then moves back a step. <To Q14>
Zork moves <Q13> to get a better shot at the spider (1). "Fly true, my beauty." Zork whispers to the arrow.
Zork visibly puffs up at Wormfoot's indorsement of his skill. "Alrighty, let's go."
"Watch your mouth, Nurk! Me not slow!" Zork hops onto his mount.
"Once we get near the hobbos, allow me to do what me do best." Zork tells his companions. "Me shot them from afar."
Definitely "EVIL."
"Just want it very clear, we get to hang big 'uns ears if they do not want in on our job, right?" Zork flashes an evil smile. To Wormfoot, "Need one here."
Spoiler: Zork's expressing of pleasure is dampened a little upon hearing about the presence of the "Other." He snarls and draws an arow to his bow and takes aim.
"Yes. Later maybe we can stick some dogs."
Spoiler:
Zork eyes the commando suspiciously, "Your sure its me he wants?"
Zork pauses to wipe the sweat off his tattooed face, "Some killing needs to be done, it seems." "Your saw that pretty delicious longshank breeder when your saw Ripnugget?" "Me arrow always sharp and ready. Me thinking of getting some of them longshank sweet ones. They sure look tasty." Zork heads into the throne room to meet with Ripnugget. He keeps wiping sweat off his tattooed face, all the while grinning ear to ear. Clearly. Not a pretty sight. Zork stands average for a goblin though he seems taller with his oversized tattooed head and rictus of a grin. His bow and arrows jut out over his shoulders, as he walks like a predator into the throne room. Only the metallic slapping sound of his dogslicer hitting his leg can be heard. Me gotta strap that down later.
Hey you dog-walker... Be silent... Longshanks be near... <Sweat dribbles down Zork's tattooed face>
Just click on the name and you can see Zork's stats. Note that it's still preliminary. Haven't had a chance to review my PHB. |