[Game Thread] We Be Licktoads - You Be Food!

[Batfan Brett]

Shake-Spear grins at Slorb, an evil glint in his eye
“Shake-Spear hide if Slorb comes a’looking !”
Not waiting to see whether the pathetic pond-scummer even replies, Shake-Spear bellows
“HIDE TIME !”
and races off into the swamp.

At first (and perhaps in a bemusing defiance of logic) Shake-Spear raises his song-stick and sings a ballad as he sloshes through mud and water, looking amongst the reeds for a place to hide. If only there was a duck in the swamp he could hide under…..

“No goblin hides like Shake-Spear !
He is not clubbed ever !
Shake-Spear laugh at puny finders !
They love dogs and are weak !
LIKE SLORB !”

As the echoes of the melodious and malodorous ditty die away, Shake-Spear finds the best hiding place ever, and moves over to it……..

Dice Stealth roll:

1d20+14

(11)+14

Total = 25

ooc Hey folks, sorry I have not been rolling in the appropriate thread. I haven't had the time to figure out how to do the groovy linking thing that you can all do. Will one of you please tell me how I can do this so I am not continuing to have the rolls in the wrong spot ? Thanks ! Hope you have all recovered from drinking "evil spirts" on Halloween !

[Jesse]

Irnk feels the blood dripping down his face and becomes a little frantic but his resolve to be the "bestest dare beater" stabilizes his resolve to make it through the Earbiter. Resolve means little however, when it comes to the gauntlet that is the Rusty Earbiter. Perhaps Irnk should have downed some cider before attempting dare but forethought is an ability rarely seen in the goblin race. Irnk struggles on through the dogslicer portion of the Earbiter but gets caught up on a particularly nasty barb. "Waaaaaaaghhh! Irnk exclaims woefully aware of the mistake he had made. The jagged barb, which ends in a hook, slashes a deep gouge from his waistline around to the top of his buttock causing an unhealthy amount of Irnk's crimson blood to flow. The spectacle reminded the gathered goblins of the end result of burning down the dwelling of a local group of beavers.

 

Yes they burned down a dam in the water. They are goblins after all.

[LupusRegalis]

Face flushed, feeling warm despite the breeze, vision getting a bit blurry around the edges...Nazt's having a great time. Grimacing one more time to hold the liquor down, he decides to get a better look at Irnk's progress. He takes a leap over the edge of the table, and almost immediately loses his balance. He ends up falling backwards onto his butt, legs splayed out in front of him, and laughs it off. Pugh meanwhile, takes advantage of the situation and gets his muzzle into Nazt's mug to slurp up the cider left inside. Nazt laughs and shoves ineffectively at his pup, then gets distracted by Irnk's bloody scream.

Forgetting both the goblin-dog and his cider, and being drunk, he leaps up and starts hopping with excitement. this it! Irnk loses ear and Nazt get fire-bottle and two shinies!! When it becomes obvious that, despite the damage done, Irnk still had both ears Nazt shouted out angrily at him. "Irnk best lose ear or Irnk best run! Nazt takes more than ears if he loses marbles!"

[Ange]

Slorb has very little to say against Goboom's wishes to be the finder, in large part because he's too busy trying his best not to soil his fashionable outfit from being face-to-face with One-Eye's magical boomstick. He sticks his hands up in the air, quivering. "O-of course you don't have to play. I'm a little too old for silly old children's games too... including Find Slorb's Teeth. Why don't we just put the magic wand down? Hahah..."

OOC Goboom can make a Perception check to find Shake-Spear (or any other hiding goblins.)

Shake-Spear buries himself beneath some muck and leaf litter so that only his beady little eyes and the tips of his ears poke out. He blends into the swamp so spectacularly that no goblins manage to find him, and he sees four walk nearby—one even accidently steps on his head, but doesn't happen to hear the muffled grunt of pain. He's very good at hiding... but there's at least one more goblin around who might be able to spot him!

Irnk, meanwhile, is struggling. He manages to slice a deep gash through his stomach without making any semblance of progress at all. The onlooking goblins cheer a little, but they quickly start to get bored. Irnk is basically flailing in place, producing lots of blood but not much else. Most of the goblins boo and wander off to get drunk or participate in Hide or Get Clubbed. Irnk is basically left on his own, because it's unlikely anyone would think to help him out of the death-trap. Eventually he manages to wriggle his way out of the tunnel of wire and spikes, but not without damage—a rather nasty cut along his foot, and, much to Nazt's delight, the tip of his left ear gets sliced right off.

OOC You take another 3 damage. You're out of the Rusty Earbiter now, but you pretty abysmally failed the dare.

Before Nazt can go claim what he thinks he may have won in the dare, the goblin who bet a so-called 'bottle of fire' is quick to jump up and protest. "He didn't lose an ear! Only bits of it! You no gets my fire bottle!" The goblin pauses for a moment, then grins maliciously. "But I give you it if you can dance with Squealy Nord. I heard you good goblin dog rider. But Squealy Nord is whole different story...!"

[NEON725]

Goboom was prepared to go blow up Shake-Spear, but saw a shiny and decided against it. Minutes later, he noticed ash under the chief's chair. "Slorb, why you try and burn this? Didn't even do it right..."

[LupusRegalis]

Anger bubbles up in Nazt, twisting his features into a grim rictus as he stares at the other goblin and shouts "is Mine is Mine, he only gots one whole ears!" Fearing he'd lose his lucky marbles, pissed he was going to be denied the fire-bottle, a long hiss of frustration escapes his mouth. A manic gleam enters his eyes and quick as a snake his wicked-long dog-slicer is in his hand. Nazt weaves a bit, the alcohol making him fuzzy-headed, but focuses on his antagonist. "is Mine i won, and you best give, or me and pugh make you dance..."

At the mention of his name the rat-like goblin-dog pulled its snout from the remnants of the cider jar, licking its chops. It looked in beady-eyed curiosity up at Nazt and over to the goblin facing its master. Sensing the anger coming off of Nazt, and knowing imminent violence when he smelled it, the goblin-dog slinked up next to him and growled low and long, its muzzle revealing the rat-like yellow teeth. Nazt laughed unpleasantly and took a half step closer, pitching his tone low as he said "you not going to cheat Nazt," and whipped his head to the other goblin who'd taken his bet "or you too, cause I bestest and Chief said so! give it to me!"

[Alesch]

Now that the threat of being clubbed in the forest by an over-zealous group of excitable younglings has passed, One-Eye limps off to find some other older goblins. It is time, Gub thinks, for a rousing game of "Life in the Swamp was Better When". All Gub needs now is to find some other players. The crotchety old goblin already has several examples of When Life in the Swamp was Better ready to go, and if (when) the other goblin elders (such as they are) disagree... well nothing makes an argument quite so convincing as a blunderbuss.

[Batfan Brett]

Shake-Spear waited impatiently to be found - his brights were getting both wet AND dirty (luckily the saltpetre he had taken from a longshanks in a funny robe cleaned them so they were brighter than bright).

After not being found for some time Shake-Spear decided he had defeated the weak finders, and it was time to proclaim his victory.
Shlopping out of his hiding place, Shake-Spear raised his hollarar to his lips and bellowed:

"Bestest hider Shake-Spear !
Stupid gobs never find !
Put clubs down weak weaklings
Shake-Spear is VIC-TORR-USSSS !!!"

Head held high (and song stick held higher), Shake-Spear continues his song all the way back to the village