Scabnose has been on a scouting mission around the burgh of Mittelmark when Necroburgher's curse was unleashed and was damned just the same as the town's residents. Goblin brains, however, are not as advanced as other inhabitants of the old world. So when Scabnose returned to the goblin encampment, well, no one really noticed. A zombie goblin doesn't smell any worse than a regular goblin, nor are they any less intelligent (a sad indictment on the intelligence of goblins in general). Sure, he talked less than he used to, but who really wanted to hear him talk anyway? So with no good information to pass on, since Scabnose could only repeat "brains...," the goblin encampment moved on and took Scabnose with them.
Showing posts with label Night Goblins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Night Goblins. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Gloomspite Gitz Fanatics
The fungus brew was almost ready. Skabrot stirred it slowly in the bubbling cauldron, waiting until Gork (or was it Mork) told him it was ready...but he knew it would be soon. And when it was, he would fill the wineskins full so that he could give it to the most faithful of the clan. Then, and only then, would he also give them the large ball and chains with which they were going to smash them stunties with...


Wednesday, December 11, 2019
Stiggaz Stikspit, Boss o da gits
"Oi, 'u lot! Git ova der! Nows, like!" shouted Stiggaz. These boys wouldn't know what to do if the Bad Moon itself gave them orders, he thought. But being dumb has its advantages too, if they're dumb they don't realize they can talk back to you or, even more importantly, stab you in the back! But dumb or not, he had a battle to win, and that mob better be where he needs or or he'd have to bash their head himself.
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Night Gobbos Assemble!
"Ere now! Wot do you think you're doin'?" bellowed the big Black Orc Boss. Furtive Goblin faces turned round and flinched instinctively.
"Nuffink Boss, just 'aving a bit of grub is all," whimpered the bravest of the greenskins.
"Don't give me that. Yer up to sumfink..." The towering Orc looked around suspiciously. "Where's Ratgash? You 'aven't et im?" There was a shocked silence.
"Et Ratgash," the Goblin sounded hurt. "'Et Ratgash. That's disgustin' Boss. E's one of us ladz."
"Besides," squeaked another greenskin "'E's all grease and gristle 'im. Give us all innagestion e' would."
"Then who is this then?" The Black Orc pointed a damning claw towards the meal. "And none of yer lies or I'll give yer sumfink a whole lot worse than innagestion."
"er... Gitter, Boss. One of Maggot's lot. But 'e was dead when we found 'im." The Goblin paused a moment. "Course 'e claimed 'e was just sleepin'...but that lots is all liars ain't they." The Goblins nodded reassuringly on this point. No Goblin really trusted another, and with good reason.
"Well that's all right then," pronounced the Black Orc. "Carry on. And you'll save me a leg if you know what's good for you."

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