Ari would refrain from bending over with the threat of a meat helicopter still in the room. She will just look at the shinies and scoot them over to someone else to pick up with her foot.
"Ari, come here. That bed-sheets can be wrapped around like this, see? And you, Meatface - cover yourself already. There is enough cloth for all of us." " You too, Jerry".
"Well, that's better. Now what this key can be from?"
Meatface tears off clothing form the goblins, bloodied or not, and tries to give it to the women as they are making nice ramshackle clothing from a sheet or two.
Eh, yes. You are right.
He then burritos his junk with a goblin tunic. Like this does not look good. Like wrapping a towel around your arm. And speaks out again.
There. That should do it. Keth! Let me know next time. That was bad ass, but if you had shoes, that would have ******* hurt.
At the table Meatface looks around the table at the rooms they have been to.
"I think i found another riddle..."
In game
Meatface grabs one of the goblin bodies, and takes it to the statue room and stuffs the body into the secret compartment that Kiir found and shuts it. He backs up and waits for a moment for the statue to come to life, axe in hand, but not ready to swing just yet
Morty looks smug as he takes the clothes off a goblin and puts them on. He doesn’t realize at first that they’re like a billion sizes too small, and now he looks like a Santa elf that hit a weird pre puberty growth spurt.
“Come on guys! We gotta get our gear back! Jesus!”
"Well,"now, when Lyan (and everyone else) was covered to some degree the game could continue, "if we are to check every room, I think we have to go to the room seven. It's this door. And then return and go to number six through that door."
“Thanks...” Ari would sheepishly accept the cloth and wrap it around herself like a towel. Though, she’d continuously reach around to hold the back of it down to make sure it was covering her ass all the way.
Two pissed off goblins chatter in their native language. Between them is a dead body of a third goblin. All of them look alike, so maybe they're related? Something for your noodle to bake on for a while, *****es. Behind them is a pile of glittering treasure. Wealth beyond reckoning! It could be yours! Just deal with these goblins first, and remember: these are someone's mommy and daddy, maybe, you ******* shits.
"Yeah meatface! It's your fault the magic door stole our items, you poked it with a javelin!" Finding the thinnest layer of defense to hide behind, Jerry remains resolute on Meatface being the culprit.
Upon entering the room, Jerry exclaims "Ooh I know Goblin! I mean, Kiir knows Goblin! What are they saying?"
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Meatface walks straight up to his pile of belongings, gets dressed, grabs jerrys pants and tears then in the crotch by grabbing both legs and pulling gingerly, that way Kiir can never truly be covered (lmao). Then continues to gather everyone's things.
Slight of hand for the pants tearing, 1
Lol! Well..
Meatface will keep his eyes locked onto Kiirs' as he delivers everyones items, and drops kiirs on the ground in front of him
Your pants pulling and ripping is so blatantly obvious EVERYONE in the dungeon knows what you just did. And I mean everyone. It was just so completely obvious. Any actions, Kiir, that involve you running or jumping or anything that involves you flapping your legs around in a manner more than just walking is now at disadvantage as your tiny little balls flap and jingle in the wind.
"HA!!"Rick ha's.
The two goblins continue to argue using swear words in Common like mother ****er, *******, and ***** ass - they're arguing about who killed the dead goblin on the floor. They see you all approach and start yelling and swearing at your group - implying YOU, as well, might be responsible for the goblins death. Rudely. *****es.
"Well, we saw the room seven and there is no point to kill those poor goblins. We can move to room six now? Let's go to room six. Would someone open the door?"
Ari would refrain from bending over with the threat of a meat helicopter still in the room. She will just look at the shinies and scoot them over to someone else to pick up with her foot.
just an unstable unicorn.
"Ari, come here. That bed-sheets can be wrapped around like this, see? And you, Meatface - cover yourself already. There is enough cloth for all of us." " You too, Jerry".
"Well, that's better. Now what this key can be from?"
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"Smart move Beth! Was just about to do that myself!" Kiir fashions the cloth like an ancient greek robe if there is enough cloth.
Meatface tears off clothing form the goblins, bloodied or not, and tries to give it to the women as they are making nice ramshackle clothing from a sheet or two.
Eh, yes. You are right.
He then burritos his junk with a goblin tunic. Like this does not look good. Like wrapping a towel around your arm. And speaks out again.
There. That should do it. Keth! Let me know next time. That was bad ass, but if you had shoes, that would have ******* hurt.
At the table Meatface looks around the table at the rooms they have been to.
"I think i found another riddle..."
In game
Meatface grabs one of the goblin bodies, and takes it to the statue room and stuffs the body into the secret compartment that Kiir found and shuts it. He backs up and waits for a moment for the statue to come to life, axe in hand, but not ready to swing just yet
Morty looks smug as he takes the clothes off a goblin and puts them on. He doesn’t realize at first that they’re like a billion sizes too small, and now he looks like a Santa elf that hit a weird pre puberty growth spurt.
“Come on guys! We gotta get our gear back! Jesus!”
(When you guys are done RPing beautifully, let me know what room is next)
"Well," now, when Lyan (and everyone else) was covered to some degree the game could continue, "if we are to check every room, I think we have to go to the room seven. It's this door. And then return and go to number six through that door."
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“Thanks...” Ari would sheepishly accept the cloth and wrap it around herself like a towel. Though, she’d continuously reach around to hold the back of it down to make sure it was covering her ass all the way.
just an unstable unicorn.
“Meat-sack should open the door! It’s his fault we look stupid!”
Keth tries to put his daggers on his nonexistent belt and stabs himself because he’s not wearing that belt anymore. He looks sad. And miserable.
Morty sighs.
“This isnt going good, guys. We gotta pull it together!”
Meatface hears this as he rejoins the group from his trip to the statue room.
Erm, beg your pardon, but the magic mouth did this, and Kiir answered wrong. But ill be glad to give the next door a knock.
He walks over to the door and slowly pushes it open.
Keth, want to sneak in?
And he continues to push the door readying his recovered bloody javelin
ROOM 7 - THE ******* THIRD GOBLIN ROOM
Two pissed off goblins chatter in their native language. Between them is a dead body of a third goblin. All of them look alike, so maybe they're related? Something for your noodle to bake on for a while, *****es. Behind them is a pile of glittering treasure. Wealth beyond reckoning! It could be yours! Just deal with these goblins first, and remember: these are someone's mommy and daddy, maybe, you ******* shits.
"Yeah meatface! It's your fault the magic door stole our items, you poked it with a javelin!" Finding the thinnest layer of defense to hide behind, Jerry remains resolute on Meatface being the culprit.
Upon entering the room, Jerry exclaims "Ooh I know Goblin! I mean, Kiir knows Goblin! What are they saying?"
Meatface walks straight up to his pile of belongings, gets dressed, grabs jerrys pants and tears then in the crotch by grabbing both legs and pulling gingerly, that way Kiir can never truly be covered (lmao). Then continues to gather everyone's things.
Slight of hand for the pants tearing, 1
Lol! Well..
Meatface will keep his eyes locked onto Kiirs' as he delivers everyones items, and drops kiirs on the ground in front of him
Your pants pulling and ripping is so blatantly obvious EVERYONE in the dungeon knows what you just did. And I mean everyone. It was just so completely obvious. Any actions, Kiir, that involve you running or jumping or anything that involves you flapping your legs around in a manner more than just walking is now at disadvantage as your tiny little balls flap and jingle in the wind.
"HA!!" Rick ha's.
The two goblins continue to argue using swear words in Common like mother ****er, *******, and ***** ass - they're arguing about who killed the dead goblin on the floor. They see you all approach and start yelling and swearing at your group - implying YOU, as well, might be responsible for the goblins death. Rudely. *****es.
Meatface shows them the old bloody goblin clothing junk wrap, with a grin points to it and to them.
"Wait, I'm confused - the treasure is our clothes? And that treasure killed the goblin? Well, if it is - I am happy to put it on."
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"Aw man, you ripped my pants! Take this!" Kiir casts [Tooltip Not Found] to attempt to pull Meatheads pants down.
17 (d20 + spell mod?)
"Is not [Tooltip Not Found] a high level spell?" :)
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The clothing was in a different room, but we'll just assume it's here with the dead goblin and the two alive ones.
"Alright!" Rick yells, "So what's it going to be! Where to next! Whatcha guys wanna do! Let's go! Stop holding this shit up!"
"Well, we saw the room seven and there is no point to kill those poor goblins. We can move to room six now? Let's go to room six. Would someone open the door?"
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