Girly Stuff! (BobolexSynoviaxSynovia's man candy.)

The shops are abuzz with so many things, foods, books, knives and armor, all sorts of amazing things, to Bobole. "So, do you think Grosilge would like a battleaxe?" he  says, looking back to his companions.

Synovia says " Maybe, but she doesn't fight anymore. You were gonig to help her train her Lynx, What about a pretty collar for the cat, or more writing supplies for her song writing? She turns to Imanhee and says " Grolsilge ia a Goblin that was banished from her tribe and has come to Sandpoint as an entertainer and she is also married to Vrinn/Mal." As she says this Syn eyes the weapons and armor on display.

"I dunno, she probably doesn't read or write...maybe a pink battleaxe?" he looks over to Imanhee "Hey you, what would you buy Syn?"

Turning a slight shade of scarlet, Synovia says "Bobole, Imanhee barely knows me."

"Well Grosilge is a girl, and your a girl, but the kind that kills, and your really red...Hey!" With that Bobole dashes off to the first armorer he can find "I need a battle dress! with a corset, and frills, but with spikes, maybe in a red color!"

" Not a bad Idea a new costume for her act."

Imahnee watches with mild confusion at the line of conversation. As Bobole runs off he tugs at Synovia's elbow, "I don't understand. Why does this Vrinn marry a goblin? Is he hexed?"

"Bobole looks over to Imahee "If that's the same as boing-boing, then yes, allot."

That large man's eyes go wide. "He... Vrinn? And the...Whooooooooooaaaaaa." He crosses his arms appraisingly. "Yeah, I'd get her a battlexe...and a medal."

Synovia laughs at Imahee's reaction " Yes, mine is a very unsual family. You and Naome should visit Sandpoint and I can show you around. It is nothing like here." Her voice tales on the quality of soft longing as she speaks of her home. "It is much smaller and more friendly. Even the ocean is different it carries a freshnes on the breeze that Magnimar lacks".

Bobole isn't really paying much mind to the two, already stepping upto the armorer "It should be like armor, but also a dress, with spikes! Studded spikey leather with a skirt? Yeah I think that'll work, can you use red for the not leathery bits, that'd be great!" he holds out his bag of coins, grabbing a fistful and dropping it in front of the armorer "That should cover it, right?"

Imahnee smiles kindly at Synovia. "I'd like that. To travel is to gain knowledge, experience and new friends..." The armorer meanwhile seems perplexed. "I ...I don't even know who I'm sizing this for? Is it a...well...you?"

Synovia snaps back to the task at hand " Maybe I can clarify, yes it is for a female goblin maybe an inch taller than Bobole. Oh and with breasts about the size of large oranges." She turns back to Imahnee "Tell me about you and where you're from. Although my parents were from Osirion, I have never been there."

"A goblin,"  the armorer begins, his confusion increasing, "with breasts? Is... Should I be even... Doing this?"  he says grabbing his sketch pad.  Imahnee smiles at the craftsman's confusion. "This is no ordinary goblin nor is this one who begs your talent! Both have found friends and loved among the goodly folk!" He puts his arm around Synovia's shoulder. "Protect these friends and you protect a kinder,  greener future!"  The armorer does not seem entirely convinced however he seems inclined to not anger Imahnee. He begins sketching with Bobole's help.  Imahnee, still draped around Synovia's shoulder gets a distant look in his eyes. "Imagine heat. Golden seas of sand, hearty people, fierce animals, and the sun like a molten disc in the sky..." 

Syn settles in comfortably under Imahnee's arm, thinking to herself that it is the perfect place to be, and listens to him weave his tale. Keeping just barely aware of Bobole to prevent mishaps.

"Osirion is old," he continues. "Although the sands shift constantly, it as though the desert has never changed since the gods laid it out. There are many cities and many people. Some rich, some poor. Some free, some bound - still there are one hundred millions destinies in that land. There are cruel gnolls that terrorize the merchant caravans, there are lavish parties that can turn desert dunes into a glimmering paradise. Music, food, and cloths of all colors fill the markets during the day and at night, the chill air is soothed only by warm drink and Desna's dreams..."

"Maybe some puffy sleeves, ooh some spikes on the knuckles too!" he briefly looks down at the sketch, annoyed that is isn't matching his imagination "No, no, no, not like that like! I'll just have to show you." in a burst of smoke he changes himself into Grosilge in the outfit in his mind "You see you had the skirt far to long, it should go to the knees not the not knees, also the chest hole is to big, don't want to be getting stabbed in heart. Of course much more spikes, much more! Stop looking to surprised and start drawing, I cannot do this for long!"

"Bobole! What are you doing!" Synovia looks around to see if anyone sees. "You can't shape shift in a crowed market."

"What?" he says, not even bothering to turn away from the armorer "People are already much freaking out about goblin, I much doubt that one who can change into a goblin with boobs will freak them out anymore."

The change has caused some discussion and there is pointing. The armorer, frustrated by the conflicting information, nearly dropped his pencilpencil. Imahnee puts a hand on Bobole's shoulder. "We should go. Words flow through Magnimar like water through a sieve. A goblin like you is prone to catch the attention of bad men who might want to make money from your capture." The last gives him a hard look in his eye. "When the work is done, I will bring it to Sandpoint though it could be some days." 

With that Bobole chuckles, still in Grosilge's voice "You do not know me, so I forgive you for saying stupid things. I do not know about goblins in ohcirian, but here we do not get captured, especially not this one." he turns his attention back to the armorer "Do you have the sketch down? This is getting very much weird for me."

The armorer shows Bobole the sketch, a look of consternation under his bushy eyebrows and beard. The paper is rough in several places from being erased and redrawn. With an example to look at it's a fair facsimile of Bobole's tranformation. Imahnee looks to Synovia, concerned but uncertain how to deal with a goblin.

"Yes very much good, I will be coming back before I leave, tomarrow I think. Please have when I return, yes?" with a puff of smoke Bobole is back to being Bobole "That was weird..." he looks back to his companions "So, what do you want to do now?"

The armorer puffs out his cheeks. "You little, disruptive beast! i have other orders to make! This will take me at least a week to complete! I have never in all my life had to deal with a more frustrating, rude, inconsiderate-" Imahnee raises his hands. "Please, friend, please!" He says soothingly. "A week will be fine. I am sure our small friend who has the coin to pay, has simple a different opinion on the flow of time." He looks at Bobole. "I will educate him later on how us taller folk think of such things! Thank you!" He nudges Synovia for help.

Synovia recovers from her momentary panic, and says "Bobole, you wish to have the dress to be the best,Yes? Well, I can tell from this gentleman's quality that if he is given the proper time, Gildy's dress will be exquisite. Let's go back to the inn and see how Miro is getting along." She grabs Bobole's arm and gently pulls him away. She turns to Imahnee "Sorry, I left you to deal with that, I am usually more on top of Bobole than that.I must still be more tired than I realized."  After walking for a few minutes, she says "your homeland sound intriguing, I have been wondering about the homeland of my parents a lot lately. Since I came Ameiko gave me the jar, it's almost as if ...." she trails off , sighs then continues "so do you visit Magnimar often,you seem to know the city well."

Imahnee crosses his arms and considers his feet in thought. "I've lived here for about 5 years. I spent some time in Riddleport and Magnimar, but since escaping Osirion, I've stuck to Magnimar the region mostly, and Magnimar the capital most recently."  He shrugs. "Reminds me of Osirion in a lot of ways, good and bad. Besides, Naomee doesn't travel easy and I hate leaving her alone for too long." "Bobole, you must travel much and bring tales of your adventures to your homeland, yes?" He says shifting the mood.

"Hmm, well I went thru Isger, allot of devil knights on the roads, had to keep on the roads, then there we're ladies who weren't devil knight but fought like them, I saw her tear an oger's head off!" he slowly begins to become more animated as he goes on, prestidigitation unconsiously flying from his finger to make the shadows around him reenact his memories "Then I made my way into this place, Moltunie I think it was called, it had these huge armies! Not only humans but hobs, horsemen, and a few wolfmen! I followed them for the most part, figured no one would mess with a big army,  then one day there's this littleler army, kind of dressed like sandpointers. Anyway their coming from the trees shooting bows and killing allot of the big army, but then the hobs started lighting the trees on fire and horsemen speared em when they jumped!" he's half giggling, half talking at this point, the shadows becoming more detailed as he goes on, striking with unmatched gore, albiet in the form of shadows. "The littleler army still did pretty good, I remember this one killed a wolfman even as he was being torn apart! I couldn't stay and watch of course, mostly beacuse allot of the forest was on fire and I was running out of places to hide. I think I was in the littleler armies home after that, beacuse I saw allot more of them, they we're much better at being in the woods, they actaully shot at me a couple times! Well I had to go by the river after that, wasn't going to go thru the mountains, I remember seeing this weird place along the river, it was big, bigger then Magmar tribe even, must have been a great chief. I had to stay away from it thou, they had these human riding on birdie horses, really, I think they might have also breathed fire, which was awasome! Well after that I met these cool goblins called the Breakbags in the weird swamp, not that far from Magmar, how did I miss Magmar? Anyway they told where to find Sandpoint, which was good beacuse I was wandering and I think it woud've taken me allot of time to find it, I didn't have allot of time." With that the shadows go back to as they once we're as Bobole trails off "Then I got to Sandpoint, stabbed a horse, met Miro, became a ranger, met Grosilge..."

Synovia sighs at the shadows and decides not to say anything, then looks at Imahnee to judge his reaction "It sounds like you came a long way. I didn't realize that before. I think you left out quit a bit of the story after you got to Sandpoint" and she picks up the story. "It's the morning of the Swallowtail Festival, merchants are setting up their stalls, the children are running through the streets chasing their butterfly kites and occasionally running thru the Rusty Dragon until Ameiko chases them out with her broom, and I'm running around like a crazy woman, because I let Aimee have the morning off so she could have fun with her kids. I'm dodging grabby fingers, smacking the few that actually make contact, when in walks this small child. I would usually not notice on such a busy morning, but the air around him seemed to sparkle with wonder and awe as he looked around. I walked over and realized it was a Halfling not a child. That's when I met Miro. He was so quiet at first until I brought him his breakfast, Ameiko has portion control issues during festivals, anyway, Miro nearly falls off his chair when he sees the amount of food set in front of him, after taking a few bites, he starts peppering me questions about Sandpoint, it's people and history. Now, I was raised as a gypsy, and there are two things we love above all others to dance and to tell stories. The rush was over by now, and the festival would not start for a couple of hours, so I settled in with Miro and started the storytelling. A few minutes later, in stumbles another hooded figure only this one was a street performer looking for a few extra coins. He was doing quite well until he starts singing the Goblin theme song in Goblin. The whole place gets quiet and you can hear the sound of steel being drawn, mine included. As I approach, the little devil casts some spell and I turn in to a complete idiot for a few minutes, when I snap out of it, this little goblin is surrounded by very angry townsfolk and what does he do, he stabs a horse to distract the crowd which just makes it worse. Then to my amazement, out of the crowd steps Miro, he tells the goblin to stop and come stand by him, then this little man convinces the crowd that this little goblin is his brother slave and has helped him and protected him on the road, and now you know the story of how we all met."  As they reach the Oasis, she says with a sassy grin  "the rest of the tale will have to wait until you visit Sandpoint."

Imahnee puts a hand on his brow and pretends to swoon. "Ah me, my friends, your stories are too grand for a city boy like me. My head is so full of wonderous tales, I shall sleep for a thousand years to imagine them all!" He gives a laugh and holds the door open for them both.

Bobole walks in between the two, sitting down at a table "I can wait here if you and Synovia want to do Boing-Boing, does Synovia squeak?..." he says bluntly.

Synovia turns bright red, which is hard considering her coloring, avoids Imahnee's gaze and says to Bobole "I'm going to turn you into Goblin Pickles, you little Imp."  goes inside still avoiding looking a Imahnee.

Imahnee has good enough sense not to comment or have the facial expressions of a man that would. 

Bobole tilts his head in confusion "You do know how to boing boing, right?" he thinks for a moment, his eye going wide "You don't, do you!? It's ah okay, I'm sure Imahnee does, and if not I'm sure Vrin could teach you, he's really good at it." he says, a look of genuine concern on his face.

Imahnee does not have the good sense not to snigger at this. He does have the good sense to excuse himself and head to his room, kissing Naomee on the head as he passes. 

Synovia kicks Bobole in the ass, and walks quickly toward her room.