Blood Moon Goblins
26-04-2005, 01:51
(Before you is an image transmitted from a video camera, visible are six Goblins in padded clothing and smoked goggles. They are fiddling with an object which the camera is zoomed to close to to be visible. The cameras operator is having trouble keeping the camera still.)
(OOC: All comments translated from Goblinese)
"What da hell are joo doin!? Dont! Joo wanna kill us all!? Dis fing is fulla 'nough powder ta blow up da whole stinkin' mountain! Don' touch it!"
One of the alchemists snaps at an assitant of some kind, and cuffs him on the back of the head.
The camera pulls back, well, the Goblin carrying it walks back, having not figured out the zoom function yet.
The strangest rocket ever assembled is now visible for all to see, consisting mostly of scrap metal and good thoughts. The entire assembly is roughly thirty feet high and just visible at the top is a small clear dome which can be reached by a ladder. The ladder is connected to a platform on which stand a number of priests to one or the other of the Blood Moons many prolific gods. Each of them is muttering in a differnt dialect of "Occult Muttering", which consists of gutteral symbols designed to sound imposing and sophisticated.
The Goblin ground crew finishes whatever it was doing and quickly retreats, the priests almost fall over each other in their haste to get off the ladder.
The camera turns to see the pilot and "lighter" approaching. The pilot is skinny, even for a Goblin, and wearing a heavily armoured suit with a fishbowl-style helmet. The 'lighter' carries an extremly long butane lighter.
The pilot climbs up the ladder and begins to secure himself in the cockpit, sealing the dome and wondering where the 'eject' button is.
The Lighter moves forward and applies the tip of the butan torch to the base of the tube, then leaves the area with an alacrity that generaly would be described as 'fleeing'.
With a loud FFFFsssssssstttttttt and then a FFFFWWWWWWWBOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!! the metal tube below the rocket explodes, sending the main assembly hurtling upwards on a ballistic path.
The radio included in the rocket registers the loud "YYYYEEEEEEEHAAAAAA!" by the pilot, who is apparently alive at this point.
Some time later the rocket touched down in a lake, and the pilot shortly after that.
Having managed to pry the dome off he had jumped out and parachuted down, clutching the altimeter which had been jury rigged so that the numbers wouldnt decrease. This showed that the rocket had not managed to get into space, but had attained a respectable altitude for a giant firework.
This data was relayed the the Alchemists, whos only comment was:
"Make a bigger one, we got lotsa powder."
OOC:
Reflective of the standard Goblin philosophy in most matters. If it doesnt work the first time you didnt make it big enough.
(OOC: All comments translated from Goblinese)
"What da hell are joo doin!? Dont! Joo wanna kill us all!? Dis fing is fulla 'nough powder ta blow up da whole stinkin' mountain! Don' touch it!"
One of the alchemists snaps at an assitant of some kind, and cuffs him on the back of the head.
The camera pulls back, well, the Goblin carrying it walks back, having not figured out the zoom function yet.
The strangest rocket ever assembled is now visible for all to see, consisting mostly of scrap metal and good thoughts. The entire assembly is roughly thirty feet high and just visible at the top is a small clear dome which can be reached by a ladder. The ladder is connected to a platform on which stand a number of priests to one or the other of the Blood Moons many prolific gods. Each of them is muttering in a differnt dialect of "Occult Muttering", which consists of gutteral symbols designed to sound imposing and sophisticated.
The Goblin ground crew finishes whatever it was doing and quickly retreats, the priests almost fall over each other in their haste to get off the ladder.
The camera turns to see the pilot and "lighter" approaching. The pilot is skinny, even for a Goblin, and wearing a heavily armoured suit with a fishbowl-style helmet. The 'lighter' carries an extremly long butane lighter.
The pilot climbs up the ladder and begins to secure himself in the cockpit, sealing the dome and wondering where the 'eject' button is.
The Lighter moves forward and applies the tip of the butan torch to the base of the tube, then leaves the area with an alacrity that generaly would be described as 'fleeing'.
With a loud FFFFsssssssstttttttt and then a FFFFWWWWWWWBOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!! the metal tube below the rocket explodes, sending the main assembly hurtling upwards on a ballistic path.
The radio included in the rocket registers the loud "YYYYEEEEEEEHAAAAAA!" by the pilot, who is apparently alive at this point.
Some time later the rocket touched down in a lake, and the pilot shortly after that.
Having managed to pry the dome off he had jumped out and parachuted down, clutching the altimeter which had been jury rigged so that the numbers wouldnt decrease. This showed that the rocket had not managed to get into space, but had attained a respectable altitude for a giant firework.
This data was relayed the the Alchemists, whos only comment was:
"Make a bigger one, we got lotsa powder."
OOC:
Reflective of the standard Goblin philosophy in most matters. If it doesnt work the first time you didnt make it big enough.