Pathfinder 1E Pathfinder's Goblins


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Ok, Im sold. Those goblins are freaking awesome. That and magic specializations based on the seven deadly sins.

And this is inspired:

10: Goblins Believe Paintings and Writing Steal Your Soul: The walls of goblin lairs and ruins of towns goblins have raided are littered with pictures of their enemies. They never draw pictures of goblins, though—that's mean. Writing steals words out of your head. You can't get them back.
 

Klaus, I can just see the caption for that illustration now:

"Crikey! These little fellows are pathfinder goblins! As you can see, once they start swarming, their prey is quickly torn apaAAARGH!!!"

:D
 

Klaus said:
"Those looking for symbols are bound to find them."

Just a coincidence, Kae'Yoss.

Yeah, sure. Next thing you tell me that the indeniable fact that I was born on a 23th doesn't mean that I was destined to rule the illuminati. I mean, that will come as a shock to them! I had two executed for insubordination this week, and that sort of thing is alwas somewhat awkward even if you are allowed to do that! ;)

In fact, this fighters armor is far less mishmashed than Regdar's. If anything, he's closer to the 1e depictions from Jeff Dee, DCSIII and others. Like these goblins are somehow bringing the game back home. ;)

No symbolism there, eh? :p
 

+5 Keyboard! said:
Holy crap, man, wasn't it the coolest?!
I was singing that Goblin song to my little almost-2-year-old girl while my wife looked at me like I was crazy. Makes me want to immediately run an andventure with these goblins in it.
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They look like the little monster from the last part of Cats Eye. The one that's stealing the little girl's breath.
 

I love these things. They remind me a lot of the goblins from Labrynth. As for the song, it has good competition. :)

Clap! Snap! the black crack!
Grip, grab! Pinch, nab!
And down down to Goblin-town
You go, my lad!
Clash, crash! Crush, smash!
Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!
Pound, pound, far underground!
Ho, ho, my lad!
Swish, smack! Whip crack!
Batter and beat! Yammer and bleat!
Work, work! Nor dare to shirk,
While Goblins quaff, and Goblins laugh,
Round and round far underground
Below, my lad!

and my favorite...

Fifteen birds in five firtrees,
their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze!
But, funny little birds, they had no wings!
O what shall we do with the funny little things?
Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot;
fry them, boil them and eat them hot?
Burn, burn tree and fern!
Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch
To light the night for our delight,
Ya hey!
Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast 'em!
till beards blaze, and eyes glaze;
till hair smells and skins crack,
fat melts, and bones black
in cinders lie
beneath the sky!
So dwarves shall die,
and light the night for our delight,
Ya hey!
Ya-harri-hey!
Ya hoy!
 

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