<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/>Amidst all the daily toil that kept Quinza bustling day in and day out, reveling in the sharp crunch of brittle shell beneath his feet, bumping into kneecaps and drawing irate stares wherever he goes, was a very singular goblin.  The sight of a goblin in Quinza--one that wasn't dead and strung up on a post--was odd enough, but this one was<em>strange</em>, even for a goblin.  The cretinous little thing had fashioned a brilliant red costume out of old tanned hides and festooned with real teeth to look like some sort of pint-sized dragon.  At a glance it looked as though he'd been attacked by a lizard, butchered it as the thing tried to bite his head off, then decided not to shrug off the corpse.<br/><br/>Tak was just about to shove a wriggling caterpillar down his throat when he came upon the butcher and his delicious wares.  His wide face split lengthwise into a massive toothy grin, and he damn near shoved passerby out of his path to get to him.<br/><br/>"Scale-meats!  You kill yourself?  Tak taste!  How much?" the goblin asked, spitting out questions a mile a minute with a voice not unlike a man gargling broken glass.