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Post by Pesmerga on Jun 6, 2006 19:12:20 GMT -5
OOC: So how many are left at the camp?
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 6, 2006 19:13:08 GMT -5
ooc- to your knowledge, the two guards and the chief
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Post by Pesmerga on Jun 6, 2006 19:23:06 GMT -5
All Pesmerga saw left were the two guards around the chiefs tent, time to make your move. A frontal assault would be too risky, and he wanted to have fun anyway. He ran out into the woods and eventually behind the chiefs tent. He shapeshifted himself quickly then began to return to the camp.
...stomp....
A loud noise would be heard from the camp...
...Stomp....
The noise would be getting closer and closer...
....STOMP......
It would seem like it was right at the camp.
RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
The loudest noise these creatures ever heard came from behind the chief's tent. Pesmerga now had a new form to play with these goblins with. He got it from the Cretaceous period and it was one of his favorites.
A Tyrannosaurus Rex was now at the back of the tent letting out a screechingly loud roar and was hungry for blood.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 6, 2006 19:29:02 GMT -5
*One goblin runs away screaming. The other has a heart attack. Literally....*
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Post by Pesmerga on Jun 6, 2006 19:35:56 GMT -5
The results of Pesmerga's arrival was, not as fun as he hoped. He quickly changed back to his human form and pulled one of his 1911's out, modified with a silencer/suppressor, and put a bullet in the guard laying on the ground to insure he was dead. He then grabbed the tent cover and pulled it off.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 6, 2006 19:38:17 GMT -5
Inside is a group of 4 goblins!!!
One has a headress decorated with feathers and crap.
Goblin: Str- 10 Dex- 10 End- 8 Int- 7 Wis- 10 Eng- 5
Goblin Chief: Str- 14 Dex- 12 End- 10 Int- 12 Wis- 15 Eng- 9
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Post by Pesmerga on Jun 6, 2006 19:41:31 GMT -5
Oh good Pesmerga thought, time to have fun.
He jumped back through the air and drew out another 1911 and opened up on the goblins being sure not to hit the one with the frilly head dress.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 6, 2006 19:45:29 GMT -5
*One goblin dives to the right, unharmed. Two are filled with lead and fall dead. The chief is scared shitless.
The goblin who dodged cgarges you with a short sword!!!*
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Post by Pesmerga on Jun 6, 2006 19:47:52 GMT -5
Pesmerga puts his guns away as one of the goblins charges him. He sidesteps to dodge the weapon and turns his right arm into the body of a cobra with his hand being the head, and tries to strike the foul creature in the throat.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 6, 2006 19:49:24 GMT -5
*Your attack lands. Poison surges into its body. It falls, convulses, and dies.*
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Post by Pesmerga on Jun 6, 2006 19:58:10 GMT -5
Now with those silly little goblins out of the way he approaches what appears to be the chief, turns his arm back to normal, and pulls out a shotgun and sticks the barrel up to his nose,
"Where is the necklace you took from the girl?!"
He demanded in goblin tongue.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 6, 2006 23:46:51 GMT -5
"THE SHINY IS MINE!!!"
He yells, withdrawing a dagger and running towards you
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Post by Pesmerga on Jun 7, 2006 9:51:05 GMT -5
As the goblin charges he points the shotgun towards the legs and pulls the trigger. A street sweeper tactic to remove his mobility would be best so he can still question him.
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Post by The Judicator on Jun 7, 2006 21:50:43 GMT -5
*The goblin's legs were eviserated. The creature falls, screams, and trys to drag itself away.*
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Post by Pesmerga on Jun 7, 2006 21:51:47 GMT -5
Pesmerga graps him by what's left of his legs and drags him back to his tent.
"Where is it?!"
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