<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/e759e36755755566490740ad085572ac/tumblr_oowkrhztAj1utyn51o1_r1_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Gaz the Lionslayer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266483.msg13151811#msg13151811)</span><br/><strong>Goblin barbarian 1</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 15/15<br/>AC: 15<br/>Init:  +3<br/>Saves: 4/3/5/-1/0/0 (Str/Dex/Con/Int/Wis/Cha)<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Gaz discovrered something. She hated this wagon. The sides were too tall, so she had to stand up to see over the side, which made her tip and stumble around. If she sat coach, the rank smell of horses got her, and her endless fidgeting annoyed whoever had the reins. There was talk of strapping her to the undercarriage. In the end though, Gaz simply ended up jogging alongside the wagon, clambering back aboard whenever she needed a rest. Which was surprisingly infrequent; goblin's got some stamina to her apparently.<br/><br/>So, then night fell. That meant a fire, and food, two of Gaz's favorite things. Her companions discovered a third favorite thing - Gaz had a wide repertoire of campfire songs, and strangely, even had a pretty nice (if high-pitched) voice. granted there's only so much you can do with the goblin language, and<em>The Ballad of Grakmagarsh and the Hungry Grell</em>had limits besides that.<br/><br/>Maybe it was the singing that attracted the interlopers. Maybe the smell of dinner. Maybe, of course, the bright light of a fire in the darkness. Whatever the cause, Gaz was on her feet.<strong>"Who are you?"</strong>She barked at the intruders, red eyes seeing them perfectly clearly. She looked from one to the other warily. Three. Mounted. Talk too much. Her little fingers curl and flex with nervous energy.<br/><br/>And then she was insulted. Gaz' eyes focus on<em>that one</em>. She puffs out her chest (for all the good it does.) That was fine.<em>Everything is fine.</em>She's had to keep her temper in check before. Granted that was usually in a city, and being insulted by some innkeeper who couldn't lift a sword if you handed it to him. her little nostrils flare as she takes a deep breath.<br/><br/>But he kept talking. Gaz was not so dense that she couldn't hear the implied threat against her dragonborn companion. She didn't understand the appeal, but it was the<em>principle</em>. That's all it took, really. These humans were a threat. Or at least that one was. Gaz ducked down, snatching up one of her javelins, and with a sharp snarl, hurled the spear not at the speaker, but at his<em>horse</em>, which has so politely provided a broad side.<br/><br/><strong>"I am Gaz, the lionslayer! I will make all of you my bitch! and your ugly dogs will be my bitch, too!"</strong>She cried, thumping a fist against her small breasts. She wasn't 100% sure what making someone a bitch meant, but she's going to wager that it involves sticking something in someone when they don't want to be stuck.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">barbarian diplomacy, ladies and gentlemen. The beatings will continue until post rate improves.  &gt;:)<br/><br/>At any rate! Just as described, Gaz is going to spear the rude guy's horse at range. After all, he's wearing armor, and a panicked or fallen horse can probably hurt the shit out of him more than a little spear could. <br/><br/>At 2017-05-17 13:28:08, Gaz hates PETA (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103240)<br/>   At 2017-05-17 13:29:25, Gaz hurts things (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d6a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103241)<br/><em>Not</em> going to use Fury of the Small agaisnt it. I mean, it's just a damn horse. <br/><br/>If possible I'd like to follow up with an intimidate check. She means business!<br/>At 2017-05-17 13:32:26, Gaz ent skurred (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103242)<br/><br/>Yeah we all saw <em>that</em> one coming.</div></div>