[Characters] Licktoad Legends

[Avelestar]

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[Muggins]

Application Squicky Name Squicky Class Vivisectionist Alchemist Description/Background Squicky is simple goblin, much like father with good eyes and sharpest teeth this side of swamp. They let Squicky eat food real fast, help Squicky be first to atend meeting! Perhaps leader wants to see lovely oily hair? Ooh, or maybe leader wants to see how tall Squicky has been grown since last summer? No, no, wait ... it's probably the mixes. Yes, he likes checking the mixes for new things. Squicky makes all kinds of mixes, even if searching for tidbits is hard for Squicky. Grubs hide so good in the leaf litter and good dirt is hard to find - not many kin around to share with Squicky the task of getting it all. But when Squicky does, boy does she enjoy it! Doing all those little things to the bottle and the water, to make the slime that comes out just that much better to drink! Or throw, even. Squick likes throwing things at people, especially mudcakes. Squicky should make some special globs to show him, sharpen the stabby-blade, too, in case for inspection. Maybe fix up cowhide straps on it so it not break like last time. Better eat good during feast before meeting, just in case the chicken pecks holes in its bag. Squicky just hopes she is not told off for poor poisons and mixes to make for the clan, like last time - getting chewed was not nice on ego. Song Squicky might not be too smart, but Squicky can fix you up right fast. But even Squicky knows friend and foe, and she's afraid you'll have to go!

[GrimDarkOtter]

Name: Cooky Horseguts
Class: Ranger
Description: Cooky is a chef. Or so he tells everyone, but they still call him Cooky. The Licktoad chief's favorite grubmaster is an honored position, one that Cooky earned by sneakin' off with a man-thing's grubwagon one night. Armed with a man-thing's meat cleaver and a droopy white hat, Cooky defends his chef-dom against all comers. Cooky likes cooking with fresh-things, and he loves to go sneak-thieving for an unwary beast to stalk, ambush, and slice right open. And for a goblin tribe on the rise, there's nothing quite like fresh*, locally sourced**, authentically ethnic*** cuisine****.
* "See, is still drippin'!
** "I gots it right here, don't I?
*** "Is dwarf, the hammer is garnish.
**** "wot's dat?"

Song:
Slice along a horse's gut
Run real fast to eat em up!
Slice along a man-thing's thigh
Keeps intact the tasty eye!
Cooky knows these nasty tricks
So pray you're not the one he picks!

[BloodyDove]

Name: Knicky Knacky
Class: Rogue
Description: A bloodthirsty little goblin girl whose fascination with blades alarms even the deadlier members of the tribe. It doesn't matter if it's a gnome, elf, halfling, dwarf, human, or even a fellow goblin, she will inevitably get curious as to what the color of their blood looks like, preferably dripping from one of her blades.

Song:
I killed the gnomes, for their bones!
I sliced the halflings, for their kindlings!
I stabs the orc, for his porks!
Mmm, piggy wiggy flesh, soooooo tasty! Yummy... oh right!
I murders the elf, for his belt!
I guts the dwarves, for their hoards!
I maims the human cuz... he's a big stupid hume, duh!
And I kill YOU, cuz I don't likes ya! Heeheehee!

[L~Spine]

Name: Grimlac Kneebreaker
Class Rogue (Scout Archtype)-APG pg. 134

 

Description:

Grimlac the rogue stands at about an average height with comparison to the rest of his tribe; in actual specifics, it would be about three feet and two inches, though he’s never really measured. Aside from this point of reference, the little creature holds little resemblance to those around him. Rather than the typical green, his skin color carries a ruddy brown and gray shade specked with red spots all over that often blends with the earthly tones in which he resides. His appearance is both lean and agile, yet scrawny, lithe, and, with regards to some, far less physical. Often his face grants a deceiving grin that heightens the purpose of great, bulging eyes. For wears, the goblin cares for little besides leather armor made from the patches of at least a half-dozen men’s horses, a trusty, fashioned blade and crossbow, and a traveler’s bag carrying his many thieves’ supplies.

In regards of personality, Grimlac is rather quite even though his superstitions and curiosities sometimes get the better of him. The spread of panic, terror, and fear do not guide him in the same ways as the rest of the tribe. He takes to more evasive actions whenever possible, though, when given the chance, his actions speak far quicker for him than words.

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Background:
Grimlac has served dutifully both as a young scout and messenger of the Licktoad Tribe for several years following, somewhat troubled, beginnings. From the early days of an aspiring youth, the goblin was born to any means of trickery from the very onset; though his denounced birth from a debased mother often brought shame to himself and the Kneebreaker name the child proudly tried to uphold. Day in and day out the young rogue tried to imagine a way to sustain his face amongst the other more prominent figures of an established reputation and only dreamed upon one suggestion… He must leave the tribe to never return till great standing was achieved.

Traversing far and wide for months in search of that which would bring forth his status, quite possibly insanity as well, Grimlac would finally grin from the prominent ridge of a nearby cliff. Below sat his claim to recognition; no more than thirty feet below lay the Giant’s tooth. Making his way down the cliff side, the massive Giant lay sleeping as the goblin quickly snatched the monstrous incisor and made escape rather hastily.

Returning to the tribe, Grimlac bared the friuts of his labor in hand; the tooth shined in his arms as those around him gazed in awe. Though, what happened to the Giant you may wonder?…Well, only the goblin himself holds the truth to this side of the story and speculation can only really be granted for he may never tell.

 

Grimlac searched far and wide;
Found a Giant and nearly died.
Grimlac had to sneak around;
Too swipe the Giant’s loosened crown.
Grimlac ran far and wide;
Grimlac the goblin nearly died.

[Friend]

Eyeball Eata

Class: Bard
Description/Background: Eyeball Eata is small for a goblin. Normally a diminutive goblin dies in the inevitable scrapping of youth. Eyeball, though, has been saved by a quick wit. He's renowned for bursting into fits of unabashedly violent threats at the mere hint of bullying being directed his way. Eata's popularity grew as he did, his songs are widely considered the best to gut a dog to in all the swamps.

Eata doesn't often do his own killing; he'd rather strike a tune and have the mob strike for him. If goblins had a long enough word for it Eata would be called a prodige of music, well of goblin music anyway.

Eyeball's dog slicer is strapped to his back, and a wound up whip sits at his hip. In his pockets he keeps rotten meat, the grubs, flies and beetles that feast upon his offering in turn serve as his snack food.

 

Oh, weeeeee bash and smash and bash and smash
and bash and smash all day.
And when we’ve done with bash and smash
We love to whip and flay.

Killing things and eating things
That is the goblin way,
So scream and cry and run and hide
When we come out to play.

Oh, weeeeee bash and smash and bash and smash
and bash and smash all day.
And when we’ve done with bash and smash
We love to whip and flay.

My name is Eyeball Eata,
My teeth are big and pointed
A biter and a beater
I’ll leave your corpse disjointed

Oh, weeeeee bash and smash and bash and smash
and bash and smash all day.
And when we’ve done with bash and smash
We love to whip and flay.

Don’t worry bout your children
Fear not for kith and kin
There’s nothing you can do for them
If you don’t have your skin

Oh, weeeeee murder with delight,
And we own the dark of night,
And if you’d like to last to dawn
You’d best stay out of sight.