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11 years ago
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We played "We Be Goblins" in our Pathfinder tabletop game on Saturday, March 29th and I ended up writing two little goblin songs to go with my alchemist character, Brexx. I realized that, in order to create his "bombs", he'd no doubt learned how to mix reagents together while attempting to create pickles. (Goblins love pickles.) So, in short, he would quickly assemble exploding pickles.
The first song is "the Pickle-Bomb Song":
verse 1
Here's a meal to make you moan,
Rupture lungs and burst your bone,
Boiled blood and pain they brew,
Taste the pickles that, first, bite you.
verse 2
Brew the brine from seeds I toast,
Spicy pickles: more than most.
Try a bite, it's true what's said:
"The bestest pickles make you dead."
The second song came from the fact that the chief of our goblin tribe wanted us to have a bonfire to burn away our bad luck before going on a mission. Brex, who hates spiders, figured that while others were gathering kindling and wood for the fire, he would gather spiders. He went around the goblin village hunting, stunning, (and often squishing) spiders to, later, toss into the fire.
As he did so, he sang this little bit: "the Spider Bonfire Song":
Spindly legs: crackle-pop,
Into fire, let them drop,
Around the kindling, spiders tuck,
With smoke and fire, bring us luck!
Arr!
I want to play him, again: soon!
Yours,
Sylvan (Dave)
The first song is "the Pickle-Bomb Song":
verse 1
Here's a meal to make you moan,
Rupture lungs and burst your bone,
Boiled blood and pain they brew,
Taste the pickles that, first, bite you.
verse 2
Brew the brine from seeds I toast,
Spicy pickles: more than most.
Try a bite, it's true what's said:
"The bestest pickles make you dead."
The second song came from the fact that the chief of our goblin tribe wanted us to have a bonfire to burn away our bad luck before going on a mission. Brex, who hates spiders, figured that while others were gathering kindling and wood for the fire, he would gather spiders. He went around the goblin village hunting, stunning, (and often squishing) spiders to, later, toss into the fire.
As he did so, he sang this little bit: "the Spider Bonfire Song":
Spindly legs: crackle-pop,
Into fire, let them drop,
Around the kindling, spiders tuck,
With smoke and fire, bring us luck!
Arr!
I want to play him, again: soon!
Yours,
Sylvan (Dave)
