<div class="floatleft">(http://img845.imageshack.us/img845/2907/goblinicon.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Goblin Barbarian:</span></span></span><br/>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">"Tak"</span></span><br/><em>- Monster Hunter</em><br/>- 37/37 HP ; AC 19<br/><hr/><br/>Never being much one for stony silences, Tak took this opportunity to bless the breezy morning with his singing voice.  It actually wasn't all that bad, barring a few tonal foibles and that telltale goblin scratchiness, but, as usual the<em>lyrics</em>left something to be desired.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Goblins flee and goblins run,<br/>Hide in trees from wicked sun.<br/>Longshanks chase with nasty dogs,<br/>chase the goblins into bogs.<br/><br/>Boggy ground and boggy air,<br/>But the goblins do not care.<br/>Hunters chase the goblins round,<br/>Never seeing pits in ground!<br/><br/>Trappers now the trapped they be,<br/>While the goblins dance with glee!<br/>Heads get smashed and longshanks dead,<br/>And goblin bellies soon get fed!"<br/></em></div><br/>He hummed it to himself for awhile after, far too exhilarated at the prospects of a fine hunt to notice any discomfort in his impromptu band of swords and spellslingers.  At the very least he didn't seem to be in any hurry to eat any of<em>them</em>, and the remaining crocodile eggs sloshed merrily in the pot at his side.<br/><br/>The goblin laughed at the bodyguard's addition to the marching chant, clapping excitedly.  "Good, good!  Longshanks do song-crafting well!"<br/><br/>Tak gladly answered Quinta's questions, and listened eagerly to the tales of tactics and triumph that the woman was willing to dish out.  He seemed to have a keen ear for such things, and though he struggled to express himself in the common tongue, it was clear by the gleam in his eyes that he understood the former soldier perfectly.  The goblin seemed somewhat hesitant to go into too much detail so long as the halfling was in earshot, but there were a few tricks that he was willing to share.<br/><br/>As could be expected, goblins were not formation fighters.  There was little thought for rank and file.  Mob mentality reigned supreme, with squad morale ebbing and flowing as swiftly as the tide.  Skirmishes were a constant series of brutal assaults and hasty retreats (what he called "Fight-Flight"), leading enemies into hidden traps or difficult terrain where all their size and strength meant nothing.<br/><br/>"Most goblins is cowards, true enough.  But Tak no coward.  Tak never turn back on sunmeat.  Clan no like that Tak is strong, won't run.  But, Tak trickier than they think."  Tak grinned somewhat unnervingly at that, but the intent was clear enough.  Whatever he was, he was no fool.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Once they'd arrived at the farm, Tak was all business.  He scurried about between cart and fence, scattering the chickens but otherwise ignoring the admittedly delicious-looking fouls.  His every sense was on fire, from his bulging eyes to his twitching ears to his flared nostrils, eager to find even the slightest sign of his quarry.  For the time being he didn't stray into the farmhouse, but his shining silver greataxe grinned cruelly in his grip.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>[Taking 20 on Perception Check] 25</strong></div></div>