My monster skins bring all the boys from the yard
Player Account: Splat Ski
PC Name: Nufwit
Class: Monk/Divine Champion (evil)/Rogue
Faction: Underdark (Merchant)
“Hol one and hol all, step up to mreebo store, mreebo iz da grooza werker and da best goblin sak-mekanik in da whole world! Dats right, naggo tricks here ,all top notch quality grooza workmanship here and naggo junk ever anywhere yaggo. Yaggo?"
"Hay Dirt elf, hay rottie, come look, see buy it all and makes mreebo rich.. um.. mreebo means grab a bargain honestly”
The goblin yells out at the top of his lungs trying to drum up some business after that ‘stompa incident’.It wansn’t his fault really, he figured if snappans could make a stompa but failed on a few simple rings and whatnot, that he could make one twice as big with half the parts… Long story short the boss had a few more scars, heaps of scrap metal and Nufwit had a huge debt to pay back to the boss instead of the boss taking it out of his flesh.
There was no way in the several pitd of hell that he could have paid it back by doing all the work himself but luckly he had convinced the chief to give him a not-to-bright minotaur to do all the grunt work for him. This minotaur’s name was Bal Yurrza, although Nufwit cared less about his name and more about how much he could carry, and how well he could remember instructions on what ingredients to collect. So far a lot and not too well, respectively. Still, he was young and there was time.
Business was very slow today and Nufwit figured that seeings no one was shopping today, he could work on his plans for his gargantuan Stompa of Doom. He sat and out came the schematic papers and various pens and pencils. The scribbling and scrawling began accompanied by a few phrases like ‘naggo wonder it naggo work, da fingamajiggz are supposed to be zapp-watsits’ and ‘of course, dis here sprokkit launcha iz supposed to be a spring loader’ and ‘oh drak.. naggo draking reason why it blew up… maggo mreebo should replace da vodka with rum in da fuel tanks..’
This is the way it usually went in Nufwit’s day except today was going to be different. In the middle of Nufwit’s planning a rothe arrived asking to trade a crusty looking ring for some food and somewhere to sleep. The rothe explained he was from a far off drow kingdom that Nufwit had never heard of. Normally Nufwit’s reaction would to throw the rothe out of his store telling it that he did not do trade ins but Nufwit being the sneaky goblin that he was noticed that with a bit of spit and polish he could probably sell the ring off for more than what the food would cost him so he accepted. Nufwit put the ring on and everything went black. When he awoke his shop had been cleared of everything (except his plan for his new stompa) and that the ring was gone from his hand “DRAK… dab oz iz gonna kill mreebo…”.
Under Consideration - geepl
Approved - geepl