MrMojoMordor

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa, a newly baptised goblin looks over the row of missives and letters being slammed onto the notice board as the two sides go back and forth. He sits back in his seat - pondering to himself. "Wub would Zaint Zertok Da Dub-Born do here.." "... definetly nub blah-klomp like that ihn public." he nods.

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa, The Green/Pink Petran-Ranger nods solemnly and switches his shoes and salutes.

MC Name: LordMJO RP Name: Gob Ztabba-Zniffa Discord: ultradepresseddog Magics known, including tiers: Da Zpekial Uruk Gut Mojo agh Rokk kaztin' Bracket competing in: Journeyman/Adept Additional information: Da Flattener ohv Knightz, Da biter ohv Tree-huggaz agh Anz ohv da Hozh Urukz

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa nods as he puts away, the large hat: "Mister Rigo wuz da lazt mahn ztandin' afta da blah-klomp." Taking out a little miniature of a Smogger house the Goblin looks at it: "Guezz latz juzt nub redi for izi yet.. Bawt lat kubz will lub Izi!" "Maybe mi zhould grow ahn moustache next tik?"

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa did not expect to get his OWN page! He nods however - and *really quickly sends edits to the sleepy scribe as he was not clear enough what he wanted - darn the accent!*

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa rubs his temples, he's found answers but still the situation puzzles him and his little head: "Juzt.. flatten da otah branch.. There will bi khallengez down da line.. Da pinkeh politikz zo konfuzing agh zhort-peeperz.. " he mumblez to himself then perks up ".. LIKE MIZTER ADRIAN!"

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa is very confused. "Zo.. iz mizter Adrian agh ladi Wilhelmina Royalty now? Kan pinkehz alzo take many life-matez?! IS BEING A ROOMATE LEGA!?!?"

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa wakes up in the clinic, having lost to one of the podiums in the 'blah-klomp'. His clothes vaguely smell of fish and rotten eggs and general woozieness - the aspiring 'Lord-Mayor' and 'Squirrel' takes the transcript and reads it while sipping the poppy-milk-tea next to his stand. "Huh! Izi a lot lezz effektive ohv ahn blah when ihn Kommon.." he squints. "Maybe mi zhould uze Kommon next tik.." After reading through the whole thing, taking in his 'blah-klomp' opponents words as well Gob nods "Mi zhall zend zum fixez fo partz unklear!" The large-nosed and bed-ridden goblin would then begin writing to the scribes a translation! The People must know of the Walking-House fight's he promises!

wait - wasn't frost witches just re-wrote in like august or am i brain-damaged? Also, maybe i missed it but how do you even kill a Frost Witch? Bonk them all and then destroy/purge the altar? I would prefer if the blood thing was a bit different - 2 inches deep i understand but maybe add another option like, 6 inches surface level cut? or make it so that at first it seems like normal blood but after some time(let's say 15 min) it will begin to turn to more sludge like? Right now it feels like the only way to sus out someone is a frost witch, besides catching them red-handed, is putting a torch in their face to see if they begin to melt like a popsicle which will feel super meta-gamey.

Username: LordMJO Persona Name: Gob Ztabba-Zniffa Persona Age: 22 Place of Residence / Street Address: Mole Plaza IV

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa is just excited for a possible klomp. To keep things even - maybe Sir Aimo should be blindfolded aswell!

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa looks at point IX excitedly ...if it came true, he would LOVE to be part of the neutral commission from the Covenant! He's learned to read(kind of) and NOT make soup out of fellow soldier's heads! He would be perfect!

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa furrow his brow. Just in case he reads it again, perhaps he's just not good enough at it yet? And then just incase he lets a scribe read it to him. And then goes and bothers few nobles and knights about it. Finally - Gob arrives home, tired. He places the missive onto the table and looks at it. "WUB DA ZKAH!?"

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa looks at the missive and wonders - can he join the pink wearing ladies too for this war? He does love the fashion... Maybe he should rob one of them?

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa the terror of Knights and Thrower of Chickens - had fought in this war for a long time, since he was 13 in fact. Perhaps it was tiredness, perhaps he had finally grown up, perhaps he just did not feel like climbing up the hill with his little stubby feet - Gob focused on carving a hole into the enemy's keep with his cannon crew. As the call for cease fire was given - he climbed up the makeshift wall. Out in the distance, where the bridge was broken - he saw a lone, tall and hairy warrior in Petran uniform wielding a bow. He gasped - IT WAS KROGNAG! Gob watched as a Veletzian cavarly man rode towards him, his lance ready. Gob felt anxious, grabbing his 'totally-not-stolen-jester-hat' and pulled it over his ears in fear. Is he going to see his new friend and fellow bruddah fall in their first battle!? Yet Krognag stood tall and calm, putting an arrow onto the string - pulling it and aiming his mighty war-bow at the horseman. As the cavarly man forced his horse to jump over the gap, a single THWANG of the war-bow was heard over the battlefield followed by the screams of the horse, struck in mid air and it's rider as they fell into the chasm bellow. Gob jumped up - cheering for his fellow service man, as rest of the army began to move down and over the bridge on their assault on the keep. (@VoidDimensions)

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa is overjoyed - more learning material to expand his 'common' knowledge!

I feel like it would be a problem if not most of the player base and new players was human. Besides, most of these nations do have somewhat of a niche from what i have observed: Want slavic vibes and bonk everyone and everything in your way? Haense Want to be a Knight or a Mage? Petra Want to do some Religious RP? Aaun Want to RP World War I depression? Veletz I'm obviously abbriviating a lot with jokes nor do i know much about Balian, Numendil or Nordland, besides that they are/were fairly active - but the point is, most of these human realms DO have vassals and most of them don't die off like the smaller realms that pop up. Stassion did change their vassalisation from Petra to Aaun, same with Af Brasca with going to Veletz. Sucks that both of them got almost immedietly obliterated. TL;DR - Human nations aren't a problem imo but If you become a vassal of Petra, don't leave or we'll call papa Haense.

I've had people /insearch me - found out that besides a soulbound warhammer i have a rp hook-hand, handcrafter flute, half-finished love letter and some food + random building stuff and forced me to /d20. The **** is an Orc gonna do with a love letter and wooden stairs?? Build a staircase and send the letter to the Rex?

My recent experience in the past 2 months with CRP has been either: 1. I log on real quick to do something and "somehow" end up in a raid/bandit situation where I have to let myself get bonked and /d20 because I don't have 2h-3h to fight 2. I get jumped out of nowhere with "Halt!" *screams Goon 1 and blocks your escape.* *Goon 2 pushes you on the ground and ties you up.* 3. I win a CRP and then get told I was unfair like 8 emotes back, try to force me to PVP on the spot. Even if I say "OK you can just SS out." after a long OOC discussion, they put on the gear and start the PVP timer. My characters don't usually win CRPs, at first it was because they were shitters but now it low-key feels like it's because I allow hits get through to land or graze my character, while the opponent "Is stronger/faster than they looked!"(legit reason I got for having my 30+ military experience guy get folded by a 19 yrs old girl.)

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa would begin his slaughter of chickens. Soon, all will fear his improvised Bio-weapons. The mighty 'Raw-Chimkin-Fretz!' Both friend and foe, BEWARE!

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa the illiterate goblin, runs around and puts as much dirt onto his war pony as he can - this is what the fight was for.. right?

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa, the-cannon-aiming-goblin-wishing-to-be-knight-but-sadly-still-too-illiterate, foolishly thought this battle was over the dirt. Thus one could see him loading the carrier bags of his 'Wagh Pony' up with dirt. ..among his usual antics of making soup of fallen enemy body parts.

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa can only read a few words - but he nods his large nose, creating a wind current of it's own. "Anthillz zukk - Molehillz bettah, Glob Pinkez."

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa nods "Hozh hole - da Ztationzz are learnin' zum Goblin tekhniquez! Next tik iziz will hab da zmoggerz wit walkin' blargz!"