The night goblin slinks away from the angry warlord. The night goblin avoids a few kicks and looks around to find a boyz hut. Upon finding the hut of simple sleeping boyz the goblin grins a maniacal grin . " dis iz gonna be fun !!" The goblin whispers to himself. The goblin then proceeds to thoroughly bash one of the sleeping orc boyz with his mace and ripping out the teef of the unconscious possibly dead-orc. " I may 'ave bashed I'm a bit too ard ehehehe dats fa da goblins YA GIT" the goblin whispers into the orc's ear before giving him one last good bash before rummaging through his gear and bag stealing most of what he can find. Zunik slinks away happily , staying in the shadows to avoid the sun. The goblin finally finds the blacksmith and plops the slightly larger than medium amount of teef and asked for a better mace and sheild from the blacksmith Ooc: all hail da big red gobbo ! 1000 teef to whoever gets that joke
(Clifford? Eh, no idea) As the night goblin approaches the small hut, large sounds of clanking metal and smelting steel can be heard, large puffs of smoke erupt from the top of the hut, ventilating the room from the choking air. Inside was a well sized smelter, and next to it an anvil with a ork mashing at it. His face was covered by a large scrapped together welding mask as he hammered away at what seemed to be a steel plate helm. He stopped for a moment to lift up his welding mask, and sniffed around. His face was that of any orks, though one of his large tusks was broken in half, and the other one was capped in iron. "Well zog me. Anatha bloddy gobbo!" He watched as the night goblin set the leather bag of teef on a small wooden table next to him, and listened to the goblin's demands. He looks to the bag and rummages around in it, inspecting the contents. "Dis ain't betta be sum trick, uthawize imma have ta lob you all da way across camp like dat utha 'un, hehe." Everything seemed to check out, and he took the bag. "Ye, I fink I got just whatcha need right 'ere...". The ork then went to look through a small yellow chest near the smelter, from it he pulled a large piece of wood bark in a square like shape, and another object that seemed to be like some big stone with a stick tied to it. He then gave them to the night goblin in a joking manner, laughing to himself.
"Oi oi oi !!! Ey wot da YA fink youz doin' !!!!"*thd goblin angrily jumps on the bargaining table and grabs the Orc by his tusks*" ey Wot da YA fink youz tryina scam me YA Snotling !!!" The goblin then using all his strength starts shaking the Orc by his tusks "eh eh EH !!!?!! WOT DA YA FINK YOUZ DOIN' !?!?!!? " the goblin then proceeds to with all his strength rip out the orc's good tusk and stab the tusk into the orc's hand. The goblin then draws his mace. " YA see dis ere ? Dis iz a mace its proppa good at bashing gitz . Watch " the goblin then proceeds to hammer away of the orc's fingers on the stabbed hand breaking a few of them " now YA see dis ere * Zunik picks up the rock-stikk* dis iz a pile a junk " the goblin then uses the object to hammer the tusk through the orc's hand and into the table. " now den onta business " the goblin jumps on the orc's side of a table and quickly and quite luckily finds a good sheild and mace. " I fink dese 'ill do " the goblin takes the equipment but leaves the orc with the teef. " you'll need dose teef YA fix up YA 'and hahahahaha !!!" Zunik then runs of into a very goblin-y part of camp as to avoid the most likely very angry blacksmith. ( this entire process goes through zuniks mind ) and then Zunik breaks from his day dream and back to reality Ooc: @Vintage its a gorkamorka joke Ooc: @Skull_Splitta I didn't steal from you I just mugged a random boy
(OOC:... You sure that is a goblin? I don't think they can rip out the tusks of a ork and do what he now did though I didn't read the sheet so I might have missed something )
(OOC: Orks are very recillient and pain sturdy creatures... and get angry easily. I don't think your char can sleep safely for a while... )
- Blud-Eyz Bludy had dispersed with the rest of the boyz after the very ironic nob killing. Fingrz had a few green digits in his mouth, having visited the corpse previous. The teef he collected from the skirmish was burning a hole in his pocket, or it was pocking him something awful. "Wot should wez get Fingrz? Meatz? New pointy stikk shoota?" Fingrz just stared blankly. Thinking about either more fingers or had to go to the bathroom. Hard to tell with squigs. At that moment, a particular roughed up goblin fell from the sky. Searching his unconscious form, pocketing a another toof (5). It was then Blud-Eyz came to a startling realization. 'Someboyz playing' Gobb-kick... Oh Me Gork!' Running as fast as he could the opposite direction the goblin had flown, Bludy started shouting gibberish. Well not actual gibberish, orc's thought it was gibberish but it was actually goblin code for "GOBB-KICK! RUN!" Goblins and snots familiar with this signal began to empty the open areas. Hiding in crates, tents, and holes. Pretty much anywhere they'd fit. Bludy went into a partially dusty place. Causing him to rub his eyes in irritation. Opening them to find... "Oh, hey der Smithy Boss! Howz da fire n da pointy fingz today?" Bludy wanted the smith distracted and not to go outside, just incase they Goblin kicker was still out there. Orcs loved Gobb-kick. This was a terrible reality and a 'thing.' Fingrz went up to the black smith and looked at him with his satiated blank stare. Snapping for some attention or treats. "Get back ere Fingrz! Sorry bout dat boss. When he'z fed et loikz ta play." OOC: I stake my reputation on Grot-Kick or it's fantasy equivalent Gobb-Kick is a real orc/koid pastime! Also he's referring to the Red Gobbo from Gorkamorka. DA RED STARZ SHALL RISE AGAIN!
Grimlug walked out of his tent with a keg of grog under one arm and a huge boar leg under the other, ready to celebrate their failure. He looked around to see where his goblin mates went, but there was no sign of the little blighters. "Ah, I'm sure dey'll come a runnin' once dey get a whiff of dis. Of course if dey don't, just means more fer me, hehehe." With that he got a fire going, hung the meat over the fire, sat down on a stump, and filled a cup. "Ere's to not gettin' killed!" and he downed it in one gulp.
(Inb4 blood bowl RP) The black smith was busy snickering at the night goblin, still giving a grouchy look to the blacksmith as he played a practical joke on him. The blacksmith ork then looked to the small squig that seemed to intrude upon the ork's privacy, and the blacksmith gave it a good kick away from the smelter and anvil, and then looked to the other goblin in disgust. "Eitha buy somefing or git out! Don't need no stinkin gobbos fillin me tent!" As Grimlug boasted the friendly toast, a threesome a snotlings were behind him fighting over a scrap of armor from the long dead nob, seemed to be a large scrapped gauntlet with a couple of spikes lining the wrist joint. As they clawed at each other and pulled on the scrap even more, one snotling manage to get the better of the other two and pulled it away, however he pulled it hard enough to fling it over in the edge of the fire near grimlug. The snotling went over to get it, but looked to grimlug in a cowardly fashion. The snotling decided to leave, thinking that the gauntlet was unreachable in the fear and due to fear of grimlug pounding it.
Zunik angry with the blacksmith quickly grabs the bag of teef back fr The blacksmith and runs off to blud eyz. " dese gitz am I roight ? Ehehehe" Zunik says nudging blud eyz Zunik then tries to nudge blud eyz towards a more goblin favoring district on the camp. " I fink we shud get outta ERE da black sniff is a zogging cheat on us gobbos we betta go ta un a da gobbo shop keeps fa our gear." Zunik looks around and then whispers to blud eyz " I gotz a plan ta make it dat dese ZOGGIN' orc's can't just kick us round no more " Zunik then stomps off looking for a goblin shopkeeper that'll respect his well spent teef
