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Goblin Barth
Day Five
@Crusader Lord@Jangel13@demonspade64@ReusableSword
The moment that numbers began flashing upon the corpse of the recently slain spider Barth focused all of his attention on them. It finally settled on the number five with one die falling on one while the other landed on four. He felt a surge of power course through him and instinctively knew that it was due to rolling a four. Any elation he felt at this discovery was soon forgotten as he learned the consequences of rolling a one.
The single face shown let out a horrendous screech. If this had not been bad enough it was swiftly followed by the sensation of a fist burying itself into his stomach. This forced him to hunch over and begin gasping as he tried to recover the air that had just been knocked out of him. It was while he was trying to catch his breath that a voice appeared out of nowhere. Barth couldn’t help but grin at the words.
’It is going to take more than that to prevent me from using your gift. After all, there isn’t any fun in taking chances if there is no risk.
After his mental response he was breathing normally again. With the ordeal past he straightened up, having picked up the dice just prior to this, before turning towards the group. ”Well that was fun! Nothing like a punch in the gut to fire a goblin up.” His eyes shifted towards Nyma, flashing her a massive grin. ”See! I had a plan all along, with all those reckless chances I took. Figured I’d either die or catch someone’s attention.”
As the Hobgoblin half of their group went about their own business, Gird looting the nest while building himself some frightening armor and Luz set to work on making her blade prettier, he approached Nyma. Before doing anything else he took a moment to carefully spin himself a small sack out of his threads. It took a few tries due to the unpredictable nature of the silk, but eventually he accomplished it and placed his dice within the sack and attached it to his hip near the Alpha Rabbit Horn. With that taken care of he slowly made his way around the mother spider’s nest, hoping his lucky streak would continue and he would find something of use.
”So, what’s next on the agenda gang?” He called out to the others while continuing his search.