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<blockquote data-quote="Azor Grimcleaver" data-source="post: 4346486" data-attributes="member: 70254"><p><strong><span style="color: black"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white"><u>The Swallowtail Festival</u></span></span></span></span></strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">A stage has been set up in front of the cathedral and a woman with short auburn hair stands in the center. Behind her sit four wooden chairs, three of them occupied. As the crowd notices her, a hush descends and all eyes turn to the stage. She smiles and begins to speak:</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #ff6600">"Welcome! As many of you know, my name is Kendra Deverin and I am proud to serve as mayor of this fine town. It's wonderful to see so many of you here to join us on this proud day. I'd like to extend my welcome to the many new faces I see in the crowd. I hope you all are enjoying your stay here in Sandpoint and especially if it is your first visit here I sincerely hope that you're having a wonderful time. And to all of the old faces I see today, thank you for coming and thank you for everything that each of you has done to keep this town strong in recent years. I see that even Larz Rovanky has torn himself away from work to join us today! It is truly a miracle from Desna herself! </span><span style="color: black"><span style="color: white">[</span><span style="color: white">There is quite a bit of laughter and many eyes are turned to a serious looking man dressed in all leather and wearing a sour expression on his face. Kendra waves to him and continues.]</span> </span></span></span><span style="color: #ff6600"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Without further ado, let me introduce your Sheriff, Belor Hemlock!"</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">A dour looking Shoanti wearing a worn breastplate and a longsword belted at his waist stands and walks to the center of the stage. His head is shaved and he his eyes are constantly moving about the crowd. He shakes the Mayor's hand and begins to speak.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black"></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #ff6600">"Thank you Mayor. Even in the heat of celebration, let us not forget the sad events that brought us to this day. And also let us not forget the souls that were lost five years ago. I would like you to all join me in a moment of silence to remember the lives that were lost in the fire that claimed our previous chapel on that fateful night.</span><span style="color: black"> <span style="color: white">[The Sheriff lowers his head and the crowd joins him, many of them quite awkwardly as the silence persists. After the moment is over, the Sheriff raises his head and begins to speak again.]</span></span><span style="color: #ff6600"> In remembering let us also not allow these events to repeat themselves. I am of the understanding that a bonfire is planned for tonight. I urge you all to observe caution during this event.</span><span style="color: black"><span style="color: white"> [he clears his throat and smiles awkwardly]</span> </span></span></span><span style="color: #ff6600"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">And ummm... Enjoy yourselves. Let me introduce the next speaker; here is Cyrdak Drokkus, proprieter of the local theatre."</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">He nods to the crowd and walks back to his chair, passing the next speaker who is already on his way up to the center-stage. This man is quite a contrast to the Sheriff; he is brightly dressed, sports a well-groomed goatee, and seems to be thoroughly enjoying the day. As he reaches the center stage he loosens his collar a bit, winks into the crowd and starts to talk:</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"></span><span style="color: #ff6600"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Well, thank you Sheriff for that uplifting oratory. Now I know this town has been through some hard times, but look at what we've accomplished [He motions towards the church.] And I'm telling you, they spared no expense with this place. Father Zantus' chamber pot? Solid gold. I kid you not, our generous nobles put a pretty copper into the construction of this joint. I think the Churches even chipped in a silver or two! I even heard a rumor that all of the Gods got together and scrounged up four gold pieces to help get this thing built! But don't take it from me, the Padre over here is the one with the direct line, he's the one you want to hear from! But before I let him get things going I'd like to take this opportunity to extend my personal invitation to each and every one of you to the new production of "The Harpy's Curse" starring the world-famous diva from Magnimar Allishanda as Avisera the harpy queen! It's all premiering tomorrow evening at the Sandpoint Theatre and it is going to be fab-u-lous! And now join me in a bit of applause for his holiness himself, Father Zantus!"</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">The crowd cheers as Cyrdak motions Zantus to the center stage. The young priest looks noticedly abashed at the reception set up for him. He wears the traditional ceremonial robes of a priest of Desna and a shiny silver holy symbol about his neck. He smiles and tries to calm the crowd down, eventually speaking when the applause has subsided:</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black"></span><span style="color: #ff6600"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Ahem, thank you. Thank you Cyrdak. And thank all of you for coming to join us on this most Holy day. Today is a day of new beginnings so without boring you with long speeches, I declare the Swallowtail Festival officially underway!"</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">And so the festivities begin. People give out cheers that seem to be half joy and perhaps half release. This is a new dawn for Sandpoint after The Late Unpleasantness (the term locals use to refer to the brutal serial killings of Chopper, and then the later fire that destroyed the old temple and much of the north eastern section of town). Drinks start flowing, food barrels get cracked open, and people mill around, looking to share their joy.</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><strong><u>Swallowtail Release</u></strong> </span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">At noon, as the new cathedral bell strikes for the first time, Father Zantus leads a small procession of his acolytes out into the square. </span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Everyone quiets down again, as Father Zantus mounts the small podium once again to recount a short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child who she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid. As he finishes his speech, his acolytes pull back the wagon's cover, letting loose what appears to be a thousand children of Desna, a whirling, fluttering, swarming wave of Swallowtail butterflies.</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">An almighty cheer rises up amongst the crowd, as young children immediately dart and scurry off after the butterflies. As you watch the joyful scene, you notice that no matter how close the children come to catching the butterflies, they never quite manage.</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><strong>Lunch</strong> </span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Despite the entire morning having already seemingly been spent in lazy consumption, the best was yet to come. As the butterfly wagon is rolled out of the square, a small flurry of activity takes place, as all of the town's taverns set out their massive spreads of food, ALL FREE!</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Roast chickens, lobster chowder, an entire roasted venison, and the most amazing curry-spiced salmon (from Ameiko Kaijitsu). It is amazing stuff.</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white"><strong>Consecration</strong> </span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">As the sun begins to set, a bell tolls across the town. Everyone then seems to be heading towards the Cathedral. At the square near the church, a large crowd has gathered. Father Zantus, looking tired, but with a massive grin on his face, steps once again up to the podium. He retrieves a small stone from inside his robes. Children are still running around the stalls, getting tangled up in adults legs, high to the eyeballs on sugared apples and dried cherries. Occasionally you come across folk slumped or slouching, already in blissful states of inebriation.</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">Father Zantus raises his hand, holding the stone aloft, and then throws it at his feet. </span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">The stone hits with a sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, which slices through the excited crowd as the sun's setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn toward the central podium.</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman's scream slices through the air.</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">A few moments later another scream rises, and then another. Beyond them a sudden surge of strange voices rises - high pitched, tittering shrieks and sounds not quite human.</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbed glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses to the ground. The little thing is upon it, seeming to hack and slash with abandon, and then a few seconds later it is up, holding the dog's head in its tiny hands like a trophy. A goblin!</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">The little monster takes the dog's head by one ear, spins it round and round, before loosing it at Father Zantus. It hits the podium with a dull crunch, spraying tendrils of blood up the fine robes of the shocked priest.</span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="color: black"></span></p><p><span style="color: black"></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: white">As blood drips from the podium, and the little goblin darts from view amidst the confusion of running people, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices:</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: #99cc00"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Goblins chew and goblins bite. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #99cc00">"Goblins cut and goblins fight. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #99cc00">"Stab the dog and cut the horse, </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #99cc00">"Goblins eat and take by force! </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="color: #99cc00"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Goblins race and goblins jump. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #99cc00">"Goblins slash and goblins bump. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #99cc00">"Burn the skin and mash the head, </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #99cc00">"Goblins here and you be dead! </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="color: #99cc00"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Chase the baby, catch the pup. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #99cc00">"Bonk the head to shut it up. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #99cc00">"Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed, </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #99cc00">"We be goblins! You be food!"</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><spot checks></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">[OOC - battlemap coming soon]</span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Azor Grimcleaver, post: 4346486, member: 70254"] [B][COLOR=black][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white][U]The Swallowtail Festival[/U][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR][/B] [COLOR=black][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]A stage has been set up in front of the cathedral and a woman with short auburn hair stands in the center. Behind her sit four wooden chairs, three of them occupied. As the crowd notices her, a hush descends and all eyes turn to the stage. She smiles and begins to speak:[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [/COLOR][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#ff6600]"Welcome! As many of you know, my name is Kendra Deverin and I am proud to serve as mayor of this fine town. It's wonderful to see so many of you here to join us on this proud day. I'd like to extend my welcome to the many new faces I see in the crowd. I hope you all are enjoying your stay here in Sandpoint and especially if it is your first visit here I sincerely hope that you're having a wonderful time. And to all of the old faces I see today, thank you for coming and thank you for everything that each of you has done to keep this town strong in recent years. I see that even Larz Rovanky has torn himself away from work to join us today! It is truly a miracle from Desna herself! [/COLOR][COLOR=black][COLOR=white][[/COLOR][COLOR=white]There is quite a bit of laughter and many eyes are turned to a serious looking man dressed in all leather and wearing a sour expression on his face. Kendra waves to him and continues.][/COLOR] [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][COLOR=#ff6600][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Without further ado, let me introduce your Sheriff, Belor Hemlock!"[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=black][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]A dour looking Shoanti wearing a worn breastplate and a longsword belted at his waist stands and walks to the center of the stage. His head is shaved and he his eyes are constantly moving about the crowd. He shakes the Mayor's hand and begins to speak.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [/COLOR][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#ff6600]"Thank you Mayor. Even in the heat of celebration, let us not forget the sad events that brought us to this day. And also let us not forget the souls that were lost five years ago. I would like you to all join me in a moment of silence to remember the lives that were lost in the fire that claimed our previous chapel on that fateful night.[/COLOR][COLOR=black] [COLOR=white][The Sheriff lowers his head and the crowd joins him, many of them quite awkwardly as the silence persists. After the moment is over, the Sheriff raises his head and begins to speak again.][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#ff6600] In remembering let us also not allow these events to repeat themselves. I am of the understanding that a bonfire is planned for tonight. I urge you all to observe caution during this event.[/COLOR][COLOR=black][COLOR=white] [he clears his throat and smiles awkwardly][/COLOR] [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][COLOR=#ff6600][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]And ummm... Enjoy yourselves. Let me introduce the next speaker; here is Cyrdak Drokkus, proprieter of the local theatre."[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=black][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]He nods to the crowd and walks back to his chair, passing the next speaker who is already on his way up to the center-stage. This man is quite a contrast to the Sheriff; he is brightly dressed, sports a well-groomed goatee, and seems to be thoroughly enjoying the day. As he reaches the center stage he loosens his collar a bit, winks into the crowd and starts to talk:[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [/COLOR][COLOR=#ff6600][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]"Well, thank you Sheriff for that uplifting oratory. Now I know this town has been through some hard times, but look at what we've accomplished [He motions towards the church.] And I'm telling you, they spared no expense with this place. Father Zantus' chamber pot? Solid gold. I kid you not, our generous nobles put a pretty copper into the construction of this joint. I think the Churches even chipped in a silver or two! I even heard a rumor that all of the Gods got together and scrounged up four gold pieces to help get this thing built! But don't take it from me, the Padre over here is the one with the direct line, he's the one you want to hear from! But before I let him get things going I'd like to take this opportunity to extend my personal invitation to each and every one of you to the new production of "The Harpy's Curse" starring the world-famous diva from Magnimar Allishanda as Avisera the harpy queen! It's all premiering tomorrow evening at the Sandpoint Theatre and it is going to be fab-u-lous! And now join me in a bit of applause for his holiness himself, Father Zantus!"[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=black][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]The crowd cheers as Cyrdak motions Zantus to the center stage. The young priest looks noticedly abashed at the reception set up for him. He wears the traditional ceremonial robes of a priest of Desna and a shiny silver holy symbol about his neck. He smiles and tries to calm the crowd down, eventually speaking when the applause has subsided:[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [/COLOR][COLOR=#ff6600][FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]"Ahem, thank you. Thank you Cyrdak. And thank all of you for coming to join us on this most Holy day. Today is a day of new beginnings so without boring you with long speeches, I declare the Swallowtail Festival officially underway!"[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=black][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]And so the festivities begin. People give out cheers that seem to be half joy and perhaps half release. This is a new dawn for Sandpoint after The Late Unpleasantness (the term locals use to refer to the brutal serial killings of Chopper, and then the later fire that destroyed the old temple and much of the north eastern section of town). Drinks start flowing, food barrels get cracked open, and people mill around, looking to share their joy.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][B][U]Swallowtail Release[/U][/B] [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]At noon, as the new cathedral bell strikes for the first time, Father Zantus leads a small procession of his acolytes out into the square. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Everyone quiets down again, as Father Zantus mounts the small podium once again to recount a short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child who she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid. As he finishes his speech, his acolytes pull back the wagon's cover, letting loose what appears to be a thousand children of Desna, a whirling, fluttering, swarming wave of Swallowtail butterflies.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]An almighty cheer rises up amongst the crowd, as young children immediately dart and scurry off after the butterflies. As you watch the joyful scene, you notice that no matter how close the children come to catching the butterflies, they never quite manage.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][B]Lunch[/B] [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Despite the entire morning having already seemingly been spent in lazy consumption, the best was yet to come. As the butterfly wagon is rolled out of the square, a small flurry of activity takes place, as all of the town's taverns set out their massive spreads of food, ALL FREE![/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Roast chickens, lobster chowder, an entire roasted venison, and the most amazing curry-spiced salmon (from Ameiko Kaijitsu). It is amazing stuff.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white][B]Consecration[/B] [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]As the sun begins to set, a bell tolls across the town. Everyone then seems to be heading towards the Cathedral. At the square near the church, a large crowd has gathered. Father Zantus, looking tired, but with a massive grin on his face, steps once again up to the podium. He retrieves a small stone from inside his robes. Children are still running around the stalls, getting tangled up in adults legs, high to the eyeballs on sugared apples and dried cherries. Occasionally you come across folk slumped or slouching, already in blissful states of inebriation.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]Father Zantus raises his hand, holding the stone aloft, and then throws it at his feet. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]The stone hits with a sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, which slices through the excited crowd as the sun's setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn toward the central podium.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman's scream slices through the air.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]A few moments later another scream rises, and then another. Beyond them a sudden surge of strange voices rises - high pitched, tittering shrieks and sounds not quite human.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbed glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses to the ground. The little thing is upon it, seeming to hack and slash with abandon, and then a few seconds later it is up, holding the dog's head in its tiny hands like a trophy. A goblin![/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]The little monster takes the dog's head by one ear, spins it round and round, before loosing it at Father Zantus. It hits the podium with a dull crunch, spraying tendrils of blood up the fine robes of the shocked priest.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [/COLOR][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=white]As blood drips from the podium, and the little goblin darts from view amidst the confusion of running people, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices:[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=#99cc00][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]"Goblins chew and goblins bite. [/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#99cc00]"Goblins cut and goblins fight. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#99cc00]"Stab the dog and cut the horse, [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#99cc00]"Goblins eat and take by force! [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=#99cc00][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]"Goblins race and goblins jump. [/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#99cc00]"Goblins slash and goblins bump. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#99cc00]"Burn the skin and mash the head, [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#99cc00]"Goblins here and you be dead! [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=#99cc00][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]"Chase the baby, catch the pup. [/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#99cc00]"Bonk the head to shut it up. [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#99cc00]"Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed, [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=#99cc00]"We be goblins! You be food!"[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [COLOR=black][SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]<spot checks>[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white][OOC - battlemap coming soon][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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