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Khuraargh thrusts a pumping fist at the other goblins' successive successful interpretations, then grimaces and doubles over, holding his sides and slapping his thighs at Squeeb's horrendous mistake. Once the would-be goblin knight gets it almost completely right, the Khuraargh grins and gives Squeeb's shoulder a staggering punch, then pats his other shoulder twice as a gesture of approval.
Questions and tidings done, Khuraargh takes up his shield once more and clashes a looted man-axe upon it then bows low to the Chief Gutwad before exiting the tent. He gives the others a nod and a shrug before sheathing his blade again.
Hey, you. Yes, you. Come on. SMILE.
All day long gobbies toil all afternoon to build the bonfire out of branches, sticks, and unburnt timbers taken from the ruins of Scribbleface’s hut. Four young goblins with pained expressions struggle with carrying the Teeter Chair with Gutwad on sitting on it out near the bonfire. He then takes a Desnan candle and lights it signaling the start of the all night party.
Many gobbies are here, maybe in the thirties of 'em, all playing, rough housing, and eating, like 'yummy' snails, fish and snakes. Soon a barrel of fermented cider apples is brought as gobbies find themselves getting happily drunk on them. <If you choose to eat one of these apples, make a Fortitude Save>
Some gobbies are playing chicken with the bonfire, seeing how far they'll walk towards it before/without getting burnt. Some are standing around one goblin named Zord Shrieksinger tapping some spoons together rhythmically in the air.
"All should fear goblin might!
For we take, burn and smite!~"
Other goblins are playing games, such as the classic 'killgull' where a seagull is tethered as gobbies try to knock it out with rocks and things while another gobby holds the tether and tries to yank the flying bird out of harm’s way. Fun for the whole family.
Overall its goblin style fun and shenanigans. This is the part where you get to have fun roleplaying a goblin interacting with each other, at a party.
His concern for the loss of the fireworks was soon overshadowed by the excitement of the pre-adventure party. He quickly loses interest in the chicken game when he easily wins, showing off by walking right up to it with no fear, his particular talents almost drawing him to the blaze. Playing off his new found hero status he amuses several smaller goblins by adding his own fireballs to the festivities. Until his brother 'accidentally' got caught in the display and may have slightly been singed just a bit. Skortch wisely kept his head down and drew less attention to himself after that.
...Khuraargh returns to the village in the early evening, by his usual route--- through the trees.
His turtleshell hat-helm is now worn across his back, while his weapons other than his two dogslicers have apparently been left at home. Silent as a shadow, he swings from branch to branch.
For the most part, he hangs by his knees, content to simply watch his fellows go about their merriment. When Chief Gutwad waddles out, borne upon four backs, Khuraargh walks upside-down by some low-hanging branches, lending his formidable fingers' force to supporting the throne.
When the food is set out upon the banquet-boards, Khuraargh reaches down and seizes some handfuls of snails for sucking and slurping. The cooked snakes hold no interest for him. He snatches two live snakes from the communal jar, still writhing and snapping and whirls them about like two scaly whips, much to the delight and terror of the crowds, finally putting the snakes out of their misery by smacking them on tree trunks. That done, he bites off their heads, guts them and roasts them slowly, chomping off small half-cooked pieces.
When Skortch cavorts with the flames, Khuraargh cheers silently, becoming mesmerized for a while with the myriad lurid reflections of the fire across his knives. When Skortch's brother catches light, Khuraargh helps put him out...
...by smothering the burning patches with deftly-thrown banana peels.
At the singing, or rather, shrieking concert of Zord, Khuraargh lends his own music, with branch-kicking and knife-clashing.
And when the cider is brought out... there... there... there, he hops down and dips his turtleshell into the barrel, setting himself down on a mushroom-bedecked tree-stump and munching away.
Fortitude save (1d20+4)
Hey, you. Yes, you. Come on. SMILE.
Sparky was not as enamored with the fire as the others but he did dance around the fire in glee. He hoped soon he would get to do something he had been hoping to do for a while. A desire that had been building ever since he found out he could do it.
He hopped on one foot then the other waving his heads in the air. All the while chanting silently to himself "Brain Blast, Brain Blast, Brain Blast..."
Squeeb walks among his fellow goblins, laughing and smiling and enjoying the revelry all around. He watched as Skortch beat the flame game and gave a cry of "Huzzah, good show!" in his high pitched voice.
Until a fellow goblin caught fire, at which time he charged at the poor goblin and tried to pat the flames out. All while someone was throwing banana peels at him. Now Squeeb wasn't sure how the peels were supposed to help, but in the end the fire was put out. It appeared from the look of the goblin, that this sort of thing must happen to him often, since his entire body was singed and burnt. Giving the goblin some friendly advice on how to safely not get burned by fire Squeeb went on his merry way.
Not long later he saw Sparky hopping on one foot and muttering to himself. "Do you need any help with that?" he asked, a little intimidated by this behavior
Naknuk headed over to the party, moving at his own casual pace as he didn't feel like hurrying himself over. To be honest, this walk was a way to calm him down some, before he could show his excitement for being sent on this task to be a hero, and slay humans too. It was too good to be true, but all this was very much real.
Once he was at the party, however, the first thing that greeted him was the sight of Skortch's brother, Skawld, getting burnt by flames and then having banana peels getting tossed at him. The sight of this goblin getting pelted by flying banana peels allowed a grin to creep onto his face as he had a difficult time keeping himself from laughing out loud. But he managed to at least keep from causing an outburst before looking around the party area some more.
He then noticed the killgull game and eventually got around to reaching the area as he took a whirl at it. Picking up a rock, he tossed it into the air a few times, catching it as the weight pulled it down, before hurling it at the dangling bird. The stone missed, however, when one of the goblins operating the ropes pulled the winged creature up and out of harm's way. Shaking his head and muttering something under his breath, he picked up another rock and tossed it, only for the same thing to happen again.
Naknuk tried again and again, missing by a fair margin every time, until he sighed and gave up. As he walked away, he noticed a barrel with cider in it, and began to lick his lips. He could use a good drink right about now. As he approached the barrel and grabbed a mug, (if there is a mug, anyways...) he dipped it into the cider and pulled it back out, the beverage dripping off the mug and onto the ground. He then took a swig of the drink as he swallowed a fair amount of it in one go, before pulling it away from his lips, a sigh escaping.
As Khuraargh ate that cider apple he was just fine, other goblins looked at him in admiration that he didn't puke his guts. He did have a pleasant buzz. They cheered him on with whoops and hollers.
Unfortunately *Naknuk's fortitude wasn't so lucky, the hapless goblin would find his tummy feeling bad as he would be hit with the need to throw up. Other goblins would laugh and point when he did and make fun in their gobby ways.
"Hahahah..lookie at Naknuk, can't handle cider apples! Bet he can't eat bag of bull slugs real quick either!" One goblin laughed and jeered at the goblin.
"Yea! Bet he can't do dare!" Another goblin joined in the chorus of egging on and poking fun at Naknuk.
*Naknuk has become Sickened and will feel ill for 24 hours, but for the game's sake, for the rest of the night and be okay with a good night's rest.
The DC for this was 8, just barely missed it, lol.
"Hah! Licktoad zeroes more like it!" A nearby goblin mean spiritedly sneered and laughed. "Prove you worthy to be Licktoad heroes! With dares! Unless you too coward." Dares, oh goblins and their dares, their love of dares.
Sparky, Squeeb, and Skortch would find themselves surrounded by six goblins kinda egging them on. On the otherside of the bonfire, Chief Gutwad watched in amusement as he popped a snail into his mouth. He waited to see what they would do. Meanwhile, the goblins holding him up were comically buckling.
The blue goblin laughs at the others taunt. "Fire, no scare me," he says as he concentrates. His mind focused on hardening his body. Feeling a surge in his muscles and skin he continues his gleeful dance into the flames, taking his time.
+20 temp hit points
"Hah!" Squeeb shouted, attempting to sound bold and failing miserably. "We Licktoads know no fear, we'll complete your dare, and then we'll dare you in another dare that we will think up once we've completed this dare!"
"No, not fire but escape through *The Rusty Earbiter!" The original instigator insisted, trying not to look impressed with Sparky's foray into the bonfire. However the other goblins stared with oohs and aahs coming from their toothy maws. Some also laughed at Squeeb, because he small and laugh at worthy.
"Ooh! Make 'em be dared to play *Hide or Get Clubbed too! That fun!"
"No! Make 'em *dance with Squealy Nord!"
The goblins began to argue among each other one what dares should be done that they began to forget about Sparky's awesome moment where he found himself unscathed by the fire this first round of dancing in the bonfire. Such short attention spans.
However Chief Gutwad find himself paying attention to his surprise and has his carriers carry him over to the crowd. He then is brought near Squeeb, Skortch, but not Sparky, 'cuz he in the fire.
"You, all you, my special chosen Licktoad heroes, I like dares, watching dares, you complete dares with success, you come by Moot House later and I give you rewards to borrow for tomorrow. Borrow for some, not have, you should be honored. Sparky for bravin' fire anyway, you get reward later." As he says this, he also beckons Khuraargh and the ill'd Naknuk.
The Rusty Earbiter- The infamous Rusty Earbiter is a hollow coil of rusty wires, barrel hoops, bent swords, and thorny branches and vines that's kept behind the Moot House when not in use. So named for the fact that it's claimed a number of goblin ears in the past.
Dancing with Squealy Nord- requires a goblin to spend 18 seconds (3 rounds) riding on the piglet's back.
Hide or Get Clubbed- This is the goblin version of hide and seek. The dare-taker rushes off into the marsh without any weapons and attempts to find a good hiding spot (make a Stealth check to determine his success at
hiding). The other goblins try to find him, and if they do, the finder is allowed to whack the previously hidden goblin with a club.
Also, shugyosha, for Sparky, roll a 1d6 with a minus 5 as he gets out of the fire.
Still gnawing upon an heady-brewed apple, two more cidered apples spitted on his knives, Khuraargh ambles over to where Chief Gutwad sits. There he squats, scarred countenance tilted to one side, toothy maw hanging slack as he awaits orders.
Hey, you. Yes, you. Come on. SMILE.
"I will brave the fearsome Squealy Nord!" Squeeb squeaked as loudly as he could. "I'm not afraid," he said as his knees started rattling. "I'll show you all," he said to those laughing at him.
I'm a fearless night, I'm a fearless night, I'm a fearless night, Squeeb thought as he was brought before the pig.
After finishing his business in a nearby bush and wiping his mouth off, Naknuk groggily glanced at one of the goblins whom provoked him with their jeers and taunts. *One day... Ugh... One day... They pay...* he thought, before noticing that he was being beckoned by Chief Gutwad. Although he wasn't feeling very well, he didn't want to disrespect the chief, so Naknuk pulled himself over, wondering what the chief had in store for them.
Sparky comes out unscathed while Skortch feels a little lick hit him as he hops out of the bonfire, his scalp on fire in which he can snuff out easily. <Skortch gets one point of fire damage> There's another round of oohs and aahs from some of the more sheep minded goblins as their attentions return for a moment. Chief Gutwad heartily laughs in a good way, not mocking way for once.
"Alright....dares, my chosen heroes will do dares and be great at them, proving worthy!"
"You lot pick dares, though seems Squeeb volunteer for Squealy Nord hahah..good...we go watch him first, see if fall off, haha...okay."
Before Squeeb was the horribly horrendous hog, Squealy Nord, at least to goblins he's horrible. To longshanks (humans) though, those silly folks might think the piglet cute.
Squealy Nord resides in a muddy pit in the middle of the village, his pit itself is circular, nearly 20 feet in diameter, and just over 10 feet deep with well, a layer of mud at the bottom. At the moment he is tethered with now Squeeb mounted on his back, his hands holding onto its sides. And then!
The piglet is released from the corral as he runs into the pit with Squeeb on his back!
<Make 3 Handle Animal Checks to see how well he stays on>
From those watching around the pen, are woops and hollers.
Unable to turn back now, Squeeb walks in front of the fearsome boar. His hand outstretched as if to calm the beast down he inches forward, slowly. His knocking knees can almost be heard over the din of the goblins. "There's a good Squealy Nord. We goblins like you, and won't turn you to food or nothing." He inched closer, and the pig stirred. "Yeep! Uh, you don't wanna harm Squeeb do you? No, no, no. Squeeb is a brave hero, you like Squeeb don't you Nord?"
Heh, was really hoping it'd be ride. Got a +11 in that one without armor.
Ya know, Squeeb wasn't doing too bad riding that Squealy Nord, as a matter of fact he seemed like he was about to last a couple more seconds when suddenly, something happened that caused Squealy Nord to buck like a horse violently sending Squeeb flying right off it at the last moment int the mud.
Fortunately, Squeeb landed on his gobby behind just right and didn't get hurt. But, goblins being goblins, laughed at his expense.
Squeeb laid on the ground, fearing that he would soon feel the giant tusks of Squealy Nord eating him up. He waited there for a few moments, complete unmoving. Realizing that he wasn't being eaten he sat up, and started to rub his lower back and sore butt. Seeing his fellow goblins laughing and cheering at him he looked back at his fearsome mount.
In a burst of motion he jumped to his feet, ran back for the crowd. His arms were raised to the sky and he shouted "I rode on Squealy Nord!"
(fyi, there are no tusks on Squealy Nord, having had been described as a piglet)
"You did, but you not succeed dare, close, but no, you at least give all good laugh," There was a faint toothy smile on Chief Gutwad's maw as he suckled on a snake egg, still being held up by his carriers.
"Alright, any else up for dare challenge?" He spoke to his selected goblin heroes.
"We shall be seeing," Chief Gutwad simply said.
Everyone who cared to watch Skortch try the rusty ear biter were lead behind Moot House. Three manged goblin ears could be seen caught between the sharp internal coils. Altogether its one long twenty foot hollow coil of rusty wires, barrel hoops, bent swords, and thorny branches and vines. If Scortch wants he can cover his head with mud for slightly easier manuvering through the pointy course.
"You think you still tough for this?" The Chief challenged.
Throughout Squeeb and Sparky's challenges, Khuraargh had said nothing--- as if he could say anything. Rather, as moral support for his fellow goblin heroes, he'd kept a steady drumming rhythm upon his turtleshell helm. He'd beat a lively pulse with the blade-spines of his dogslicers, ascending to crescendoes when his comrades had striven their greatest. Come Skortch's challenge, he proffers the turtleshell hat-helm to Skortch and if the latter refuses, Khuraargh shrugs and prepares to beat once again.
In between, though, he'd still been munching upon the cidered apples and tossing every other apple to Squealy Nord. When his own turn for the challenge comes, Khuraargh beats upon his chest and leaps upon the ferocious Nord...
Sorry, machine being wonky. Rolls, I suppose? I leave the appropriate modifiers to the GM.
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Hey, you. Yes, you. Come on. SMILE.