BobolexWar Chanter (After Shelaua Left.)

Bobole wanders into the woods, looking for the war-chanter, listening for her song.

(Assuming Tickwoods) The fall leaves the air damp and cool. Branches snap under the steps of forest animals and their own weight and age. When the wind rustles, is makes a soft roar as crisp, dead leaves rattle. For many hours, the calls of birds, coyotes, and other creatures' conversations is all the breaks the silence. After many hours, Bobole happens upon a goblin male in the woods with 2 of his "friends" talking animatedly about how to split a deer for eating.

Bobole traipses in, sitting down as if he had been there the whole time, Bawdily singing about the various ways to boil dwarves.

The goblins stop when they see him and before he sits down they brandish their weapons at him. One missing an ear says, "THIEF! You're not Seven Tooth so maybe you'll be food." He sneers. One using a wooden bowl for a hat nods vigorously. "Food." The last considers him carefully. "Grunglemort, isn't that the one that captured the longshanks what escaped?" The one eared goblin being identified as "Grunglemort" tilted his head and poked Bobole with the dogslicer. "Hey, you that guy what captured the longshanks what escaped?"

"Yeah, anyway I'm looking for a crazy War Chanter, sings at the moon. Seen her?" he says, stabbing at the ground in his boredom.

Grunglemort sneers with the strain of thought. "War Chanter what sings at the moon?" Wooden Bowl Hat shakes his head 'no', ears flopping and waving with the motion. The final goblin seems contemplative. "Warchanter what sings at the moon..." Bored with this line of questioning, Grunglemort gives Bobole a shove. "Tell us how you catch longshanks! I hear the Mosswood leading being attacks. I want to lead a big attack and become warchief! Grunglemort the Longshank Herder!" "Too long," whines Wooden Bowl Hat. "Grunglemort the...the....Biter!" To illustrate his point, he begins biting and gnawing on the leg of the deer. This sends Grunglemort into a rage as he tackles wooden bowl and begins punching him. The remaining goblin sidesteps out of the way and observes them a little quietly. "One of the warchanters," he begins, "was run out. We tried to kill her but she was too fast. Grosilge. She's probably dead though; we pulled out her fang teeth. Her spirit is broken so she'll die."

Bobole wanders away in his search of Grosilge, leaving the two goblins to continue their fighting.

If Bobole searches all or nearly all of the Seven Teeth Clan's range, he'll find many goblins doing many things but none are Grosilge. To mention her name, is to garner hisses or generalized anger. Grosilge the Traitor, Grosilge HumpLongshanks, and other unkinder names are mentioned. All assure you of the death due to the mutilation she incurred. Grosilge NotBiter. One goblin's tracks look much like any other however you do see a patch of goblin graffiti that is a crude depiction of a yellow haired man and a tiny green "man" holding hands. It's clawed through.

Bobole follows the tracks, keeping his ears open for singing.

Gurgle's tracking leads generally down the farm road heading towards Sandpoint and the junk yard and there it ends. The junkyard is much as one would expect with various kinds of refuse lying scatter and in piles. The smell of the place reeking of some decaying organic bits and of old neglected things. The goblin dog ruffles and snorts around, her mangy whiskers twitching as she sniffs the air and ground looking for a fresh trail. Eventually she finds a pile of ragged clothes. They're children's clothes - boy and girl, doll clothes, and boots, shoes, and left over packs in piles and scattered but generally all together. Gurgle sniffs around further and seems to lead back out the way she and Bobole came in.

Bobole begins to dig around in the trash, sidetracked from his quest at the thought of getting stuff to eat/take.

Bobole finds 15 copper a leather helmet in rough condition a 1/5 ship model a saucy painting of a mermaid a teenager's angsty journal with interesting drawings a dead chicken still in the cage

Bobole throws away the copper and helmet, pockets the painting and journal (after tearing out all the evil words.) and rips the head off the chicken (storing the rest for later.) and after gathering some twine to keep it in place, makes a lovely pommel for his Dogslicer. Suddenly he remembers what he doing before this and continues to look for Grosilge, calling out her name.

A few of the citizens of Sandpoint look at him oddly as he passes. A few offer to help him look but no one can seem to recall ever seeing a goblin other than the ones that attacked Sandpoint and Bobole himself.

Bobole ignores the Longshanks for the most part, wandering down the roads and singing the song to himself.

Bobole's song is never answered by Grosilge.

Bobole, now giving up on finding the war chanter, returns to the dump and spends an hour looting thru the mountians of junk.

Bobole finds: An ugly vase A rocking horse in good shape A wardrobe closet...why this looks familiar. A broken hammer A burnt cake in the shape of a pyramid A torn stuffed unicorn A broken crossbow

Bobole takes the ugly wooden horse apart (the head is thrown away) the vase is smashed with the hammer on the basis it would be very entertaining (it was.) and the shards are shoved into the bag of sand. the unicorn is saved later for burning. And the crossbow and hammer is stored for later cobbling, And then his attenion is brought to the tiny house. Slowly, then, screwing it, quickly Bobole throws open the doors to see what there is to take.

A magical world awaits! That is it can if Bobole uses his imagination. Otherwise he will be disappointed to find an empty wardrobe with "AEREN" beside various ages and and horizontal lines ascending until "AEREN" is 10.

Bobole uses his imagination (or ingenuity...or neither.) he takes out his broken crossbow and begins to smash apart the wardrobe with the hammer for material. With a bit of nails, wood, and other garbage Bobole has created his "Improved" crossbow, with a bit of ceramic used as a bayonet (Cobbled heavy crossbow for a small creature, weighs twice as much and has a 10% chance of becoming broken whenever it's fired. taken from Goblins of Galorian: Cobbled Item.)