Zanderkvothe

Goblin RP

---Kittim ~ makes a bad messenger?

@Pandalope@Jangel13
Kittim's hit the turn too hard, her feet slipped and her arms flew out, scrabbling at the ground in an akward recovery. She rolled, registering a paniced squeak as she found her feet beneath her. Forward Motion continued she cooked a tongue, both a call and a chastisement.

The small goblin glanced behind her only long enough to see a small brown lumb hurtling itself over the darker brown 'street'.
Eyes forward she turned herself toward the smoke that indicated the blacksmiths.
Forcing a gasp in-between her labored panting, she called out, "GABI! GABBERS!" along with a dozen bastardizations of the pregnant farmer's name.

She whipped around the smithies hut seeing her target holding a hoe.
Her mouth flapped open wide enough all of her teeth and stumbled to a stop leaning grasping the other females arm. She shook with exertion and the baubles hanging from her ear clinked. "Cousin, Gabin gaarbin. Ah!" Her voice faltered and raised as she tried to speak, "Why are you SO HARD TO FIND?! Shamas hut, big crowd- your sister on a - raiders hurt - ah oh, we - we got a pig. " She sunk as she continued still holding the plant tenders arm. "Thought you should- "
Now sitting on the ground the tiny goblin paused as a rat with a woven grass collar ran over her legs and circled her in excitement.
For the first time the little rumorey acknowledged the male with a nod of the head and fixed the tattered bow in her black hair before sapping her forehead.
" I-I shoulda heard more fore hunting ya -ah, huh- down" She looked down at the ground, wondering aloud "Tink.. we'll get da pig tahnigh?.. Don't wanna build ah pen.."

Goblin RP

Kittim and Kadim

Name: Kittim
Role: Trapper, Animal Handler trouble maker
Race: Goblin
Description: Probe to fits of fancy, and wild tantrums, Kittim is childish. But then she does have half a year to sort that out before becoming an ' adult ' She is only a 1' 11" deeply fears she will not reach a full 2 feet.
Her skin is dark green with piebald splashes of an almost turquoise blue green one her ears, neck and belly.. Her hair is black, and often held back by a tattered strip of cloth tied in a lopsided bow.
She often wears simple dress, little more than a rough cut leather with a thick strap on her left shoulder to hold it up. Over the last shoulder is a rope with a hook.
She and her brother sport very big ears. Kittim pierced her's and strung little good luck charms, often made of bone , river shells and rocks. Those that don't hang on her eats she wears on a string around her neck.
All of them were made by her brother, with whom she shares a creative and loyal bond.
They weave nets, and traps, and many a scheme together. But while her brother oft abandons the later as he works on his knots and baubles, Kittim works on implimenting them.
After all, they that get overlooked often go underfed.

Tools: A woven grass rock sling (slingshot), 3 ft. Rope with a wooden hook

extra she has an extremely fondness for soft things. For the last five months she's even been keeping a particularly fluffy rat as a pet. Under the guise that she will eat it when it's grown fat.



Name: Kadim
Role: Fisher, hopeful artisan
Race: Goblin
Description: Kadim has very big ears, they are the only 'bigness' he has. At 1'9" even his littermate sister stands over him. Even his voice is small, having gotten soft after he became ill over the last winter.
He shares his sister's deep, dark, sleepy forest skin tone. Splashes of a mossy green envelope his lanky arms.
Kadim has a knack with putting physical things together, some grass and a bit of bark became a sling shot. Yes stones are arrows, but polish them and they are like imortalized rivers and hand held stars.
He can fashion a spear, or weave a net without looking at them. Which leaves his eyes free to watch other Craftsmen at work.
He makes a nuisance of himself, loitering, badgering, and staring down the artisans of the clan. From the stinky leather tanner's to the (somewhat scary) smith.
The one profession that confounds his studious mind is shamnism. Perhaps due to his mother's dying in child birth, along with most of his siblings. How, he ponders did the rabbit skull not protect them? How was it sent to?
Why didn't it?
It is all he would do everyday if not for the fact the clan needs food more than it needs beads.
Even that chore gets tested and tampered with, often with the help of his sister.
He rough cut shorts and a pocket lined vest.
Ask him what he will be doing once he is a true adult in a few months, and watch him panic.


Tools: A catfish skin roll of rocks and bone shapped into tiny tools

extra he hasn't put together that the adopted human is not a Goblin. The sheet height of this strange clanmate is the source of much envy.

Goblin RP

@Aristocles
Oops, haha I had this joke I deleted about him being so rod thin that stepping in mud was like he sank in up to his belly.
Cut it out for lengths, so I'll delete the bag like shoes and post as soon as I get off work

Goblin RP

@Aristocles
For your consideration, two wee goblinoid pains in the tookas.

Kittim and Kadim

Name: Kittim
Role: Trapper, Animal Handler trouble maker
Race: Goblin
Description: Probe to fits of fancy, and wild tantrums, Kittim is childish. But then she does have half a year to sort that out before becoming an ' adult ' She is only a 1' 11" deeply fears she will not reach a full 2 feet.
Her skin is dark green with piebald splashes of an almost turquoise blue green one her ears, neck and belly.. Her hair is black, and often held back by a tattered strip of cloth tied in a lopsided bow.
She often wears simple dress, little more than a rough cut leather with a thick strap on her left shoulder to hold it up. Over the last shoulder is a rope with a hook.
She and her brother sport very big ears. Kittim pierced her's and strung little good luck charms, often made of bone , river shells and rocks. Those that don't hang on her eats she wears on a string around her neck.
All of them were made by her brother, with whom she shares a creative and loyal bond.
They weave nets, and traps, and many a scheme together. But while her brother oft abandons the later as he works on his knots and baubles, Kittim works on implimenting them.
After all, they that get overlooked often go underfed.

Tools: A woven grass rock sling (slingshot), 3 ft. Rope with a wooden hook

extra she has an extremely fondness for soft things. For the last five months she's even been keeping a particularly fluffy rat as a pet. Under the guise that she will eat it when it's grown fat.



Name: Kadim
Role: Fisher, hopeful artisan
Race: Goblin
Description: Kadim has very big ears, they are the only 'bigness' he has. At 1'9" even his littermate sister stands over him. Even his voice is small, having gotten soft after he became ill over the last winter.
He shares his sister's deep, dark, sleepy forest skin tone. Splashes of a mossy green envelope his lanky arms.
Kadim has a knack with putting physical things together, some grass and a bit of bark became a sling shot. Yes stones are arrows, but polish them and they are like imortalized rivers and hand held stars.
He can fashion a spear, or weave a net without looking at them. Which leaves his eyes free to watch other Craftsmen at work.
He makes a nuisance of himself, loitering, badgering, and staring down the artisans of the clan. From the stinky leather tanner's to the (somewhat scary) smith.
The one profession that confounds his studious mind is shamnism. Perhaps due to his mother's dying in child birth, along with most of his siblings. How, he ponders did the rabbit skull not protect them? How was it sent to?
Why didn't it?
It is all he would do everyday if not for the fact the clan needs food more than it needs beads.
Even that chore gets tested and tampered with, often with the help of his sister.
He rough cut shorts and a pocket lined vest.
Ask him what he will be doing once he is a true adult in a few months, and watch him panic.


Tools: A catfish skin roll of rocks and bone shapped into tiny tools

extra he hasn't put together that the adopted human is not a Goblin. The sheet height of this strange clanmate is the source of much envy.

Z's dirty sheets. Shameful stuff really

Name: Kittim
Role: Trapper, Animal Handler trouble maker
Race: Goblin
Description: Probe to fits of fancy, and wild tantrums, Kittim is childish. But then she does have half a year to sort that out before becoming an ' adult ' She is only a 1' 11" deeply fears she will not reach a full 2 feet.
Her skin is dark green with piebald splashes of an almost turquoise blue green one her ears, neck and belly.. Her hair is black, and often held back by a tattered strip of cloth tied in a lopsided bow.
She often wears simple dress, little more than a rough cut leather with a thick strap on her left shoulder to hold it up. Over the last shoulder is a rope with a hook.
She and her brother sport very big ears. Kittim pierced her's and strung little good luck charms, often made of bone , river shells and rocks. Those that don't hang on her eats she wears on a string around her neck.
All of them were made by her brother, with whom she shares a creative and loyal bond.
They weave nets, and traps, and many a scheme together. But while her brother oft abandons the later as he works on his knots and baubles, Kittim works on implimenting them.
After all, they that get overlooked often go underfed.

Tools: A woven grass rock sling (slingshot), 3 ft. Rope with a wooden hook

extra she has an extremely fondness for soft things. For the last five months she's even been keeping a particularly fluffy rat as a pet. Under the guise that she will eat it when it's grown fat.



Name: Kadim
Role: Fisher, hopeful artisan
Race: Goblin
Description: Kadim has very big ears, they are the only 'bigness' he has. At 1'9" even his littermate sister stands over him. Even his voice is small, having gotten soft after he became ill over the last winter.
He shares his sister's deep, dark, sleepy forest skin tone. Splashes of a mossy green envelope his lanky arms.
Kadim has a knack with putting physical things together, some grass and a bit of bark became a sling shot. Yes stones are arrows, but polish them and they are like imortalized rivers and hand held stars.
He can fashion a spear, or weave a net without looking at them. Which leaves his eyes free to watch other Craftsmen at work.
He makes a nuisance of himself, loitering, badgering, and staring down the artisans of the clan. From the stinky leather tanner's to the (somewhat scary) smith.
The one profession that confounds his studious mind is shamnism. Perhaps due to his mother's dying in child birth, along with most of his siblings. How, he ponders did the rabbit skull not protect them? How was it sent to?
Why didn't it?
It is all he would do everyday if not for the fact the clan needs food more than it needs beads.
Even that chore gets tested and tampered with, often with the help of his sister.
He wears little bag like shooes, rough shorts and a picket lined vest.
Ask him what he will be doing once he is a true adult in a few months, and watch him panic.


Tools: A catfish skin roll of rocks and bone shapped into tiny tools.

extra he hasn't put together that the adopted human is not a Goblin. The sheet height of this strange clanmate is the source of much envy.

Z's dirty sheets. Shameful stuff really

Saved for whenever we get a computer..

And we can make this pretty

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

@Zeroth

Yooo, don't beat yourself up. You're doing fine!
Being a gm/dm is exaughsting. There's a reason almost every 'intro to roleplaying' tells you to be greatful to the one running the show.
You're volluntering your hours to entertain us.
And keeping such an open RP straight is like herding cats.

You have my respects.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

@Lucius Cypher
Well seeing as the roster is currently full, and I can't really eat commit to a study schedule of play, it almost, it almosts feels like acting in bad faith to make a character.


That said of course I have a few ideas.

A concept I was originally playing with actually held a lot to do with The Reincarnation aspect. Namely the schism between past life and current life. I thought it might be fun to have a character whom was prone to overthinking, and morally ambivalent things.(think a calmer version of The Church of Euthanasia)
Someone who would jump at the chance of being opted a beastial creatures thinking that that would mean a a release from their theoretical qualms or responsibility.

Though based on other people's post that ends up a poor choice for them. Lol

I think more than this should be saved for pm?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Interested in jumpon in, just have to go make a profile.
Thinking of using two old and characters, one of who have had (traumatic) experience with pocket dimensions.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

@CollectorOfMyst
Ah well , darn. I had meant to say "join in anywhere" cause I don't think I could, responsibly, join any group. Things as they are I'd end up being too slow.
Though, honestly I hadn't seen any human inside, but.. i don't know maybe i can find something to tie me over.
Something super casual something supper cassual, pop in pop out ordeal.

@Zeroth
I do mightily appreciate it big boss. Survival is an oft overlooked genre in table top RPGs. I think it has to do with the magic making life much too easy to be engaging.
Presditigidation, Good Berry, create flame, conjure water, hell cast lightning. I guarantee some clever clod will harness it to invent all the modern convinces. I mean, I know a teifling bard and a rock gnome, in a campaign, trying to invent the electric guitar!
But limiting the characters to Challenger rating 1 monsters and taking away classes altogether (at least at first) should make it amply difficult.

Ah, come on now boys!( @Searat , @Zeroth secrets are always better when plundered.

Reeeeaaly wish I could minimize this go grab a link to an alestorm song to link here.

@Lucius Cypher In this economy, who can turn down a job?
Z, at your service.