Toops
17-12-2008, 14:31
(OOC: Link to OOC thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=576460, got enough players for now, hopefully though I'll be reusing this character)
The baby blue sky was reflected upon the calm deep seas, putting contrast on the dingy rusted metal of the desecrated Oil Tanker, old Cyrillic letters poked out from under crudely welded upon sheets of "Armour" The whole ship was so large that vast areas had gone without modification by the grungey Goblin crew, however, a large hand painted name was spread over the tip of the Bow, it seemed to yell "BLACK MEAD"
Crashing through the level sea was the tiny jug, its contents emptied, of the favoured Goblin alcohol, Gumwheat Cider, its responsible owner swept his scarlet red overcoat sleeve over his drooling lips, unlike the petulant four foot tall Goblins which rushed about his feet this Goblin seemed taller and more respectable, lacking the obvious mental deficiancies of a normal greenskin, he wore an array of human clothes including a trademark red overcoat and stereotypical tricorn Naval Hat, the bear of its original owner scrawled over with a crude skull image.
"Kappin!" A thuggish looking Goblin yelled from atop a large smoking spire, "Dis Humie thin' is beppin'!" He yelled and pointed at the looted radar console, Abscham, the Kappin, had suspected the usefulness of the machine, he knew what it was, but he had it installed by Humie slaves, and even they complained that it wouldn't work.
"Wazzit say!" Abscham shouted back to the Hobgoblin, "Iz der a big green bloob movin' tah-wards da zenter?"
The Hobgoblin took a moment to re-evaluate the screen, "Yah kappin! Wosizzit?" He yelled back, not even taking the time to look at the Kappin.
"Isiz lootz!" Abschams eyes began to beam, "Getaz Torkpedoes ready!" He yelled at one meek group of Goblins, they scattered, pulling out long narrow staffs and attaching large grape like heads to them, "Boyz! Getz ready fur some fightinz!!!" The next few minutes on deck were frantic as Torkpedoes were passed around and tossed into what looked like giant mortars, each of the Rokkits took off with a cloud of choking black smoke and a rush of fire.
Abscham pulled out the dented and bent 'Umiescope, he could see the target listing on the horizon, some of the many launched mortars had hit the lone vessel and it was now busily smoking, "Oy!" Abscham yelled, below the walls of the Black Mead there was resting a group of three Goblin Frigates, they were tiny vessels, but no less packed to the brim with gunz, they were small enough to have lashed themselves to the Black Mead for protection and food, "Ya Kowadzly Friggit Boyz! Getz yah Goblin buttz intah gear! Wez gotz inboun' lootinz tah do!"
The Frigate quickly pulled off from the large Oil Tanker, it was followed soon by two others, they made their way slowly towards the stricken cargo vessel, which was now limping away from the incoming flotilla, "Skug it!" Abscham yelled as the vessel dissapeared from sight again, "Bring us closah againz!" He shouted to the idling Helmsman, "Boyz! Getz de Torkpedoes ready an' 'ave em all pinned down!"
The Frigates, being much faster than the Black Mead, were catching on the cargo ship, close enough to bring their long guns to bear, they didn't want to sink the ship, just give them enough of a scare to slow down or falter, "No Torkpedoes, just Gumwheat Bombz fuh dis!" The Goblin Commander yelled over to his bretheren, Instead of attaching the grinning head of the Torkpedo the Grotz began affixing what looked like golden rum barrels, they were thrown into the mortars like before, only instead of exploding on impact, the Gumwheat Bombz detonated above the ship in a magnificent fireball, some close enough to the enemy deck to provoke the yells of "'Umie pain!"
"Kappin!" The Hobgoblin tossed a small handheld device down to the Kappin, "Iz da humies, dey wanna talk surrendah!" Abscham smiled.
"Attention unknown Pirate fleet, we will surrender our cargo if you ensure the safe release of my vessel and crew!" The radio transmitted.
Abscham squeezed the trigger, "Nah, dasiz no fun!" He yelled in boorish Goblin slang, "Wezis gonna take yah vessel and all iz kontenz or wez gonna send yah to da bottom!" He grinned visciously.
"But!" The human objected, "You'll have not gained anything if you sink us!" He cried in desperation.
"Yah butz wat we looz in loot, wez make up for in all da dedz 'Umies!" The radio fell silent, Abscham knew that Humies would have to discuss this proposal.
The human sighed, he whispered, "What if you let just me go?" The human asked, Abscham was a little taken aback, Humans usually interested themselves in the group pack mentality, this was a very Goblin trait that the Human had shared, Abscham knew in the same circumstance he would do the same.
"Yeh, wez gotz a deal!" The radio line went dead, "Stop da gunz!" Abscham yelled, "Boyz! Wez gonna eatz tonight!" There was a cheer from over the deck as the guns fell silent again.
The baby blue sky was reflected upon the calm deep seas, putting contrast on the dingy rusted metal of the desecrated Oil Tanker, old Cyrillic letters poked out from under crudely welded upon sheets of "Armour" The whole ship was so large that vast areas had gone without modification by the grungey Goblin crew, however, a large hand painted name was spread over the tip of the Bow, it seemed to yell "BLACK MEAD"
Crashing through the level sea was the tiny jug, its contents emptied, of the favoured Goblin alcohol, Gumwheat Cider, its responsible owner swept his scarlet red overcoat sleeve over his drooling lips, unlike the petulant four foot tall Goblins which rushed about his feet this Goblin seemed taller and more respectable, lacking the obvious mental deficiancies of a normal greenskin, he wore an array of human clothes including a trademark red overcoat and stereotypical tricorn Naval Hat, the bear of its original owner scrawled over with a crude skull image.
"Kappin!" A thuggish looking Goblin yelled from atop a large smoking spire, "Dis Humie thin' is beppin'!" He yelled and pointed at the looted radar console, Abscham, the Kappin, had suspected the usefulness of the machine, he knew what it was, but he had it installed by Humie slaves, and even they complained that it wouldn't work.
"Wazzit say!" Abscham shouted back to the Hobgoblin, "Iz der a big green bloob movin' tah-wards da zenter?"
The Hobgoblin took a moment to re-evaluate the screen, "Yah kappin! Wosizzit?" He yelled back, not even taking the time to look at the Kappin.
"Isiz lootz!" Abschams eyes began to beam, "Getaz Torkpedoes ready!" He yelled at one meek group of Goblins, they scattered, pulling out long narrow staffs and attaching large grape like heads to them, "Boyz! Getz ready fur some fightinz!!!" The next few minutes on deck were frantic as Torkpedoes were passed around and tossed into what looked like giant mortars, each of the Rokkits took off with a cloud of choking black smoke and a rush of fire.
Abscham pulled out the dented and bent 'Umiescope, he could see the target listing on the horizon, some of the many launched mortars had hit the lone vessel and it was now busily smoking, "Oy!" Abscham yelled, below the walls of the Black Mead there was resting a group of three Goblin Frigates, they were tiny vessels, but no less packed to the brim with gunz, they were small enough to have lashed themselves to the Black Mead for protection and food, "Ya Kowadzly Friggit Boyz! Getz yah Goblin buttz intah gear! Wez gotz inboun' lootinz tah do!"
The Frigate quickly pulled off from the large Oil Tanker, it was followed soon by two others, they made their way slowly towards the stricken cargo vessel, which was now limping away from the incoming flotilla, "Skug it!" Abscham yelled as the vessel dissapeared from sight again, "Bring us closah againz!" He shouted to the idling Helmsman, "Boyz! Getz de Torkpedoes ready an' 'ave em all pinned down!"
The Frigates, being much faster than the Black Mead, were catching on the cargo ship, close enough to bring their long guns to bear, they didn't want to sink the ship, just give them enough of a scare to slow down or falter, "No Torkpedoes, just Gumwheat Bombz fuh dis!" The Goblin Commander yelled over to his bretheren, Instead of attaching the grinning head of the Torkpedo the Grotz began affixing what looked like golden rum barrels, they were thrown into the mortars like before, only instead of exploding on impact, the Gumwheat Bombz detonated above the ship in a magnificent fireball, some close enough to the enemy deck to provoke the yells of "'Umie pain!"
"Kappin!" The Hobgoblin tossed a small handheld device down to the Kappin, "Iz da humies, dey wanna talk surrendah!" Abscham smiled.
"Attention unknown Pirate fleet, we will surrender our cargo if you ensure the safe release of my vessel and crew!" The radio transmitted.
Abscham squeezed the trigger, "Nah, dasiz no fun!" He yelled in boorish Goblin slang, "Wezis gonna take yah vessel and all iz kontenz or wez gonna send yah to da bottom!" He grinned visciously.
"But!" The human objected, "You'll have not gained anything if you sink us!" He cried in desperation.
"Yah butz wat we looz in loot, wez make up for in all da dedz 'Umies!" The radio fell silent, Abscham knew that Humies would have to discuss this proposal.
The human sighed, he whispered, "What if you let just me go?" The human asked, Abscham was a little taken aback, Humans usually interested themselves in the group pack mentality, this was a very Goblin trait that the Human had shared, Abscham knew in the same circumstance he would do the same.
"Yeh, wez gotz a deal!" The radio line went dead, "Stop da gunz!" Abscham yelled, "Boyz! Wez gonna eatz tonight!" There was a cheer from over the deck as the guns fell silent again.