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Mouth is my pick for most fun character in ALFA right now. I just wish he didn't have to be in the body of a Halfling - I think it would be so much more awesome if Rump could just play him as a the goblin he was born as. Regardless, Mouth is awesome.
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Love and Marriage

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Pimping ain't easy
But if you're selling it
It's alright


- Robbie Williams

...

Suudr thought fast, he was in a very unfortunate position. In front of him stood the most hideous halfling woman. Her skin was pink and free from pits and craters, and smooth as flowing water. Little wonder she chose to wear a mask. Her breasts did not sag and point downwards, but instead were disgustingly full and voluptuous. Then her hips and buttocks were revoltingly curved and plump, not at all bony and muscular like a goblin womans. Worst of all, she did not smell of stale musty sweat and meat, but of... flowers. Ugh.

All in all, she sickened him to his stomach. And yet there she was, trying to buy his body with her food and water.

If only he wasn't starving.

He snatched the apple she offered, cramming as much of it into his mouth before she changed her mind. He chewed painfully, his cheeks bulging, juice spilling out. She watched him, with a lecherous look on her face, talking of unimportant things he pretended not to understand. If he was going to do this, he was for sure going to eat first. He'd probably have no appetite after. He gagged just thinking about it, spilling apple chunks from his mouth all over the muddy cobbles.

Suudr snatched them back up, cramming them back into his mouth where they belonged, before uncomfortably swallowing.

Maglubiyet. Why him?

He reached deep into his flour sack, and pulled forth his dead rat. At least they would be goblin married first, so as not to offend the gods. She accepted his rat, reluctantly it would seem.

Ungrateful woman! (Perhaps she wasn't so bad afterall)

He lead her by her arm around the corner, and unceremoniously lifted his flour sack garment over his head. It become tangled around his face, and Suudr stumbled sideways into a wall, falling over. When eventually he had freed his face from the sack, standing naked as the day he was born, he found himself alone.

He looked down at the limp little pink worm he had been cursed with, sadly. He doubted it would have worked, hideous as she was. Yet that left him with a different problem, now that she had vanished. Suudr was now married under the eyes of the goblin gods, until she was either heavy with child (at which point he could abandon her in good conscience), or he had honorably killed her.

Women!

...

The halfling known as Sprite (unwittingly) hands over a dowry.

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Catastrophe

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If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.

- Terry Pratchett

...

Suudr loved cats. They were silky slinky furry creatures whose liver tasted wonderful, and made fine trophies. Their fur and meat were a blessing from the goblin gods, and he fondly remembered the day when he had first seen one lying in the alley in Baldur's Gate.

He was thinking this as he petted the small young cat in his lap, feeding it tidbits from another cat he had caught the day before.

...

Suudr hated cats. They were loathsome horrible abomination beasts, envoys of the spirit world. Bringing forth foul cursed rings to good gods faring people like himself. He looked back and mentally spat (for his mouth was otherwise full with toe) at the time he had ever thought otherwise. He would not make this mistake again, mentally filing cats in the same category as Dwarves and Gnomes and flappy things.

He was thinking this as he tried to gnaw off the big toe from his right foot.

...

Or rather, to be more exact, he was trying to bite off the ring which was stuck on the big toe of his right foot. The ring which was obviously a cat gifted horrible spirit ring which compelled him to chase after horrible spirit people who passed their horrible spirit hands through his body. The ring that had been brought to him by a loathsome cat, who had since run off.

But back to the process.

Suudr had once watched a fox chew off its own leg when caught in a goblin snare, as it tried to escape (it did not escape, being easily scooped up in a goblin sack after as it comically limped away on three legs). It had been a slow deliberate effort by the fox. Chewing through a limb (especially ones own) can be a very drawn out process. Even more so if one is equipped with relatively large (and stupidly halflingly hairy) toes, and relatively small (and stupidly halflingly blunt) teeth.

But... Suudr was not going about this in a deliberate fox-like way, but rather in a goblin frenzied-backed into a corner with no way out-panic. The pain was overwhelming, and intoxicating, causing him to bite down harder, especially once he tasted blood in his mouth. Sweet agony and eventual release was his reward as he eventually tore the toe free in his mouth, throwing it away into the mud, with the cursed ring attached, mentally praising himself for his goblin-gods-given tenacity and brains.

...

It was a few days later (and an terrifying experience involving more spirits and falling into caves and old crones and more loathed cats) that he was making a whimper, and a sad face, and a despaired “Aiieee”, as he felt an itch from where his toe used to be.

He tried scratching the stump (agony). He tried scratching where the itch was where his toe should have been (no relief). He tried scratching at the shrivelled toe which he had recovered and kept (nothing). He tried scratching the toe on his other foot (which strangely made his elbow itch, though scratching his elbow cured that).

He tried pleading with the goblin gods (ignored). He tried offering sacrifices to the goblin gods (two cockroaches and an earth worm which he loudly declared were rabbits, knowing the goblin gods to be notoriously short-sighted) crushing them with due ceremony (ignored).

This was when he started to get desperate. This itch was maddening.

He tried praying to the Hruggek, the bugbear god, surely he could relieve a little itch, if he could but holding out his great and all powerful morning star long enough for Suudr to scratch his spirit toe with it, he would be eternally grateful (ignored). He tried praying to the ill-defined and vague “halfling gods”, thinking to fool them, and laugh with his own gods later over it (ignored).

He then got angry. Very angry, and spiteful as only goblins know how. He cursed at his goblin gods.

Then promptly hid underneath the collapsed porch of the burnt out house he was squatting in.

When no retribution was forthcoming, he did so again, declaring them weak and useless if they would not scratch his spirit toe at once (and ideally give him back his real body and make a tree fall on Kofi, he hated that guy). He shook his fists as the sky, and hissed, and bared his teeth in a display of goblin intimidation.

Ignored.

Suudr crawled into a miserable little huddle (alone after being abandoned by his wife and gods) with just his itching phantom toe for company.

Stupid cats.

...

The evil cat plots its evil upon an innocent goblin halfling

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Great reads Rump. Keep 'em coming. :)
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DarkHin wrote:Keep 'em coming.
Don't tell him what to do!
just be very very quiet... and listen. *puts chin between two palms and listens*
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Mouth/Suudr is teh awesome!!!!!
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Mikayla wrote:Mouth/Suudr is teh awesome!!!!!
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Re: Birth

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When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.

- Oscar Wilde

...

Suudr started the day as he would finish it, curled up into a little ball of halfling flesh and goblin maliciousness. It had not been a good week. He had been cursed (twice), bitten off his own toe, been abandoned by his ugly wife (maybe a good thing), and had a fist sized portion of his scalp cut off by a gigantic woman. Worse than this though was hearing the words…

“We can be friends”

Suudr cringed in the long grass at the memory. Not so much that someone wanted to be his friend (he knew it wasn’t a sincere offer) but that the sneering dark captor had spoken the words in the true tongue of his tribe. He had guessed at Suudrs secret. But how? Suudr had been the perfect Halfling as far as he could tell.

And now he had fled Soubar and that horrible captor. Leaving behind his gifted “room” with a “door”. Not to mention the pile of shinies he had stuffed into the mattress. And his hated tribe.

Alone again. Suudr rolled over in the long grass, and parted the reeds high on the river bank. Below him the reeds gave way to a slope covered in dead grasses, and below that slowly bubbling black water flowed. There was no sign of life below. What had happened here that had killed the river, and turned it black and wrong?

It offended Suudr.

He had grown up a Chointhar goblin. That was his river, that was where his father fatherered him, and where his father’s father had fathered his father. The river goblins of his tribe depended on the river for their existence. They drank, fished, pissed and crapped in that river. Often at the same time (goblins being noted multi-taskers when waste excretions are involved). As a child he had played with and “accidentally” drowned other goblin children.

So to see a river in this completely dead state… pissed him off.

He fantasized for a long moment about riding a worg up river and killing everyone upstream at the bridge. Clearly it was their fault. Sadly he had seen no worg sign around here, and attracting and taming a worg was a dangerous business indeed. Perhaps… yes. A worg. That was what he needed. Something with bigger teeth than his, and bad intentions to match his own. A worg to ride, to curl up with at night and share fleas, and to ride down his enemies. And to tear the face of sneering dark skinned captors who guessed at his secrets.

Attracting a worg though… Suudr pulled himself to his feet. That was shaman business. And suudr was no shaman. Though how hard could it be? Eat the bright colored mushrooms (no doubt they taste delicious), pray to Maglubiyet to destroy his enemies (he did that anyway), and generally kick around lesser goblins(yes please), while humping the fertile ones as “Maglubiyet commands us to”. Yes… yes. He could do this.

...

Suudr made his way north into the tussocky moors. He was going to want some privacy for this. Along the way he discarded all he was carrying, He picked random treasures out of his pockets, letting them fall behind him, then peeled off his flour sack garment, letting it fall behind him. He walked with purpose.

Proud.

Naked.

Cold.

After several hours of walking he was seriously regretting leaving his garment behind. Why couldn’t the fur on his feet cover more of him? Perhaps he should stop now. Suudr looked around at the bleak landscape. Lightly rolling moors covered in tussocky grasses. The odd outcropping of pock marked boulders. A chill wind shrinking his worm to nothingness.

Suudr made for an outcropping. He sheltered from the wind. He had found no mushrooms as he walked, brightly covered or otherwise. He was hungry after his long walk. And thirsty. And cold.

Still… he had come here with a purpose. Suudr shifted a few small stones into an approximation of a circle then squatted in the middle, shivering. A little urine here, mixed with a little dirt… and mud. He dotted mud dots and lined himself with lines. A few handprints and smears completed the process. He was sure he looked the part of shaman now.

No brightly colored mushrooms though. Suudr picked a few bitter grasses and random and chewed them. Blargh. Who knew being a shaman would taste this bitter? Now for the chants.

Suudr began, starting as he remembered the river shaman chants, then improvised as his memory failed him…

Maglubiyet
Fathers father
Great one
Eater of all
Great raper
Send me a worg!
Worg!
Worg!
Worg!
Rape
Shit
Kill Kofi
Piss
Food
Maglubiyet!
Give me a worg!
I’ll fix the river
And tell everyone it was you
Scratch my toe!


Suudrs teeth began to chatter as the sun went down. But he was a goblin with a purpose now, and did not stop his suplications for many hours even after the sun went down and the moon rose, hanging rose colored and sickly, low in the sky. Instead they trailed off as the cold sapped his energy, his words becoming gibberish, his sharpened focus becoming primal desires for sleep and warmth.

Suudr the individual become a dream as he curled up against the monolithic pock marked rocks and shivered himself into a hypothermic coma, with the wind howling, worg like, in his ears.

He dreamt of black rivers drowning him in their cold depths...

...and awoke to something trying to kill him.

...

Maglubiyet "answers"? Suudr's plea?

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The End

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When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.


- William Shakespeare

...

Suudr held his breath, and remained very, very, VERY still. He was in total blackness, the lid of the sarcophagus just over his nose. Just outside he could hear the wheezing moans and shuffles of the dead as they wandered around. He had just clambered inside to escape them, and congratulated himself on his cleverness. He wiggled a little (carefully). He was lying on something very uncomfortable. His movements jostled something which fell across his torso.

He elbowed it off.

It flopped back over his chest.

He elbowed it off again.

It flopped back over him.

Suddr frowned into the darkness, and explored whatever it was with his hands. Hmm. Spongey.

Boney.

Fingers.

Twitchy?

The zombie that Suudr was laying on reached up and grabbed him by the neck. It squeezed. Hard. Suudr struggled and kicked, striking the lid of the sarcophagus with his nine remaining toes. One of them broke, but he did not even notice. Of far more pressing concern was that the zombies fingers had closed around and crushed his windpipe, and was in the process of destroying completely. Teeth gnawed at his head. There was a sudden scraping noise of stone on stone, then a shape looming above him, backlit by a soft glow…

The figure pulled at his stomach, lifting a heap of entrails high. Suudr watched with eyes that did not see, as his goblin spirit fled his obscene halfling body. Finally, he would know peace in the afterlife.

...

All he wanted was a hug...

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Really? Really? Why on Toril did you keep going after the rest of us logged?!? That place is a near certain death trap for FOUR of us, and you kept going?

Mouth may have been your PC, but I was attached to him - hell, he was the most entertaining PC in the Ascension group by far. You owed us more time!!!!

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(( Alas, while I partially DMed it I cannot take credit for this kill. It was done under orders from Führer DarkHin. ))
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((Pfft, the Nuremberg defense))
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Aww... Well I know a certain pretty hin that will remember him for a very very long time ;)

Who knows they might meet up in the after life as married couples before the gods

That will be... Awkward
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A great story, I am bummed to hear it ending so fast.
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