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McGruff's Bridge Part 2 of 3
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch #ThreeBillyGoatsGruff
#Wss366 HobgoblinAn hour passed, and Saya began to drowse. The water of the stream sang her a lullaby, and the sweet smell of grass lulled her senses. The troll had long disappeared from view, its camouflaged skin blending with the stone of the bridge.
“Ah,” she said and pinched herself as a witch with two long blonde braids approached. The gray road dust begrimed her white coat and brown pants. And as the Charcoal Witch had guessed, a cloud of tobacco smoke surrounded the new figure.
“Who’s that crossing my bridge?” the troll bellowed as the woman neared the center of the span. Both of the troll’s hands and a set of horns, like rotting stink horn fungus, appeared over the parapet. A lopsided head with hair like Spanish moss; gigantic, goggling frog eyes; and jagged yellow teeth soon followed.
“I’m Sheila, the Adventurer of Nike, and who wants to know?” the witch replied, blowing blue-gray smoke toward the face.
“Cough, I’m… cough, McGruff the… cough, Troll, and I’m going to eat you, Miss Nike.”
“You’re not my type, big boy,” the witch said and blew another cloud of smoke toward the troll. “But there is a fair maiden close behind me in black robes and a pointy hat, with ashen hair and amethyst eyes. Oh, and she has a witch’s star like this,” and she pointed to one pinned to her coat.
Puff, puff.
“And you might ask, Mr McRuffian, who this person is?” Sheila continued. “It is Elaine, the Ashen Witch.”
[That’s me, the Wandering Witch!]
“Cough, cough. You stink!” the troll gasped.
Shiela readied her wand. “Have at me, big boy!”
“I’ll wait.” Cough. “I’d rather eat a #hobgoblin than you.”
“Humph,” Shiela said and continued on her way. Upon reaching Saya, her eyebrows went up.
Saya waved to a grassy spot downwind of her and said, “Shall we wait and see what Elaine does?”
Shiela nodded and took a seat.
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McGruff's Bridge Part 2 of 3
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch #ThreeBillyGoatsGruff
#Wss366 HobgoblinAn hour passed, and Saya began to drowse. The water of the stream sang her a lullaby, and the sweet smell of grass lulled her senses. The troll had long disappeared from view, its camouflaged skin blending with the stone of the bridge.
“Ah,” she said and pinched herself as a witch with two long blonde braids approached. The gray road dust begrimed her white coat and brown pants. And as the Charcoal Witch had guessed, a cloud of tobacco smoke surrounded the new figure.
“Who’s that crossing my bridge?” the troll bellowed as the woman neared the center of the span. Both of the troll’s hands and a set of horns, like rotting stink horn fungus, appeared over the parapet. A lopsided head with hair like Spanish moss; gigantic, goggling frog eyes; and jagged yellow teeth soon followed.
“I’m Sheila, the Adventurer of Nike, and who wants to know?” the witch replied, blowing blue-gray smoke toward the face.
“Cough, I’m… cough, McGruff the… cough, Troll, and I’m going to eat you, Miss Nike.”
“You’re not my type, big boy,” the witch said and blew another cloud of smoke toward the troll. “But there is a fair maiden close behind me in black robes and a pointy hat, with ashen hair and amethyst eyes. Oh, and she has a witch’s star like this,” and she pointed to one pinned to her coat.
Puff, puff.
“And you might ask, Mr McRuffian, who this person is?” Sheila continued. “It is Elaine, the Ashen Witch.”
[That’s me, the Wandering Witch!]
“Cough, cough. You stink!” the troll gasped.
Shiela readied her wand. “Have at me, big boy!”
“I’ll wait.” Cough. “I’d rather eat a #hobgoblin than you.”
“Humph,” Shiela said and continued on her way. Upon reaching Saya, her eyebrows went up.
Saya waved to a grassy spot downwind of her and said, “Shall we wait and see what Elaine does?”
Shiela nodded and took a seat.
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A #hobgoblin stalked out of the forest. Carrying a long, wicked blade and chuckling maniacally, it approached the city gate.
The gate was closed.
"Open up!" the hobgoblin yelled, flexing its muscles.
There was no response. The hobgoblin listened and could hear distant yells and screams. (1/2) #wss366 -
A #hobgoblin stalked out of the forest. Carrying a long, wicked blade and chuckling maniacally, it approached the city gate.
The gate was closed.
"Open up!" the hobgoblin yelled, flexing its muscles.
There was no response. The hobgoblin listened and could hear distant yells and screams. (1/2) #wss366 -
An afternoon with Shelmigarii, mistress of cables
It’s a crowded day. New groups from Fort Ooshar are coming, fleeing the Fox and Crow, they are rushed and harried. The journey is not long. The families are large, mixed with halflings, goliaths and humans.
Work gets harder with these large groups. The gondolas are large enough for a few horses, maybe a cart. These families are multigenerational, at times there are dozens of animal companions. One may have only geese, another family with dogs. There was one with oxen — they took ages. The mulgobs don’t like when they need to come up.
Made with rerollBut seeing so many descend into a home without judgement, with an opportunity to build, with an opportunity to meet elves and dwarves with their magicks, with an opportunity to meet women from Mehmd and men from Crinth, the opportunity to meet the ratchets and the alchems and others from the Queen, the opportunity to meet Brewst Grisselle the ale drake and learn that not all dragons are Proctors hoarding knowledge with threats of violence — Brewst hoards alcohols and is getting along quite well with the alchems guild.
Every day there are new people. Every day another conversation.
Shelmigarii and Lukhchizh do not charge for their service. They’ve earned unfurled flags and banners from the Free City. This means the other goblins (all the Kon) in the area support them. Shel’s recent ratchets development and springwerks mean the mulgobs don’t work as hard. Lukh is working on employing some beasts rather than mulgobs, which is only possible because of the Free City empowers all thinkers rather than the caste system the Queen’s Lyfe demands.
At the top of the cliffs, summer heat bears down harsh on the Grand Entry. Those pilgrims working down the ramps and steps will be full of sweat, but not as much fear. These Kin don’t understand the sky-cables. Many shake in fear as they ride down the thousands of feet through the fog into the bog-city past and through the ruins over the brackish waters and abandoned orchards.
Shel never laughs.
She’s scored of all the beasts. The weather and the cables aren’t scary. These are knowable things. These are math.
Beasts and peoples don’t act according to math and strangers aren’t knowable, even known friends aren’t knowable. She loves Lukh, but calling him knowable isn’t accurate.
A long sip of cool coffee. The next gondola up from Chupmolea better bring more. That bean is a blessing, much better than the teas in the Queen’s Land (Tsavancoast). She once again ponders if there is a way that the bean can replace tar-tree pods as fuel — the switch of smells from oily smog to roast would be worth it. She doesn’t have the knowledge. But maybe the lesser power could be made up using gears and springs…
Her mind wanders sometimes. Operating the sky-cables is boring and routine.
Thoughts are for new things… maybe the fruits could become oils. Lukh’s been chatting with another hob freed from service to invention who won’t join the guilds, but is working on new ways to harvest steam.
There’s an unlatched safety bar she doesn’t notice.
Shel keeps thinking about this. Less power, more gearing, some springs, maybe using that fruit that’s waste now, then a steam box, could maybe the airxip props help the gondola and then we wouldn’t even need muls or beasts.
She sends the gondola with a halfling family and their dogs.
The windsock swings fast. An unexpected storm? She checks the broadsheet forecast section. Oh, no. This is on the schedule. It’s going to be a rocky ride for those hin.
She looks as they descend. Notices the safety bar free. Notices the sway. Notices the storm. Notices the danger.
Wandering thoughts are a blessing, except when they are a curse. She curses the queen. She curses herself. She curses the sky and for good measure she curses the gods of this land even though she doesn’t believe in them.
“Urp! Stop loading. See if you can bring that gondola back. Use everything you have.” She rushes to the head wheel to help.
There is a nasty screeching noise as the metal cables halt to change path. Then there is a scream of terror as the gondola rocks off the cables.
Another noise, this time a squawk, rises above the terrors and shouting, the breaking metals.
Panic. It’s all panic now.
Beasts and peoples all learning that their fears are real. The sky-cable isn’t safe (they’re wrong).
None feel empowered, none capable.
That squawk is a massive beast. A raptor the size of an airxip swoops overhead and dives at the sky-car. There’s a tiny man on the bird, hard to judge size at this distance with the massive bird unravelling understanding of perspective.
As the car jumps off the cables the bird rushes to it. The car starts to roll to a side dozens of feet under the cable.
A sharp command, sudden and cutting through the winds and terror is heard. There’s some Kirtin-ish to the tone with a bit of the Crinth rounding.
The immense bird grabs the cart, carries it up to Grand Entry.
Shel doesn’t want more coffee. She wants to hang out with Brewst after she fills out an after disaster report to establish a new checklist, one that involves two peoples in case her mind wanders again. That’ll start when she’s done shaking.
This narrative slice of life was an attempt at Tuesday Afternoon, a technique to test world building to see if the created world makes sense for normal people.
Bog-city of Sheljar in abstract paintThe Free City of Sheljar was the result of my first campaign in the World of the Everflow.
Once a city destroyed by dragons and later an empire destroyed from within by The Necromancer with their zombies and Tunneling Nightmares, Sheljar is now a Free City, open to all thinking peoples who respect other thinking peoples. Its leadership is the first group of PCs. A bog-city of a thousand islands each little piece of land offers a place for a family to return, a neighborhood to emerge.
Shelmigarii is one of the Queen’s women, a member of the ratchet guild. She and her husband run the sky-cable gondolas at the Grand Entry with its faster path to the city center or to Chupmolea (the goblin neighborhood) than the thousand-year old steps and ramps down the cliff. Shel is a tiny goblin and her husband a large hobgoblin. They have no companions nor children. They hired mulgobs (bugbears) to operate the ratchets, declining to use alchem nor magicks. Her background would be a cabbie, if playing D&D.
#DnD #DungeonsAndDragons #Everflow #fantasyFiction #FreeSheljar #Goblins #Hobgoblin #Sheljar #skyCableGondola #writing -
An afternoon with Shelmigarii, mistress of cables
It’s a crowded day. New groups from Fort Ooshar are coming, fleeing the Fox and Crow, they are rushed and harried. The journey is not long. The families are large, mixed with halflings, goliaths and humans.
Work gets harder with these large groups. The gondolas are large enough for a few horses, maybe a cart. These families are multigenerational, at times there are dozens of animal companions. One may have only geese, another family with dogs. There was one with oxen — they took ages. The mulgobs don’t like when they need to come up.
Made with rerollBut seeing so many descend into a home without judgement, with an opportunity to build, with an opportunity to meet elves and dwarves with their magicks, with an opportunity to meet women from Mehmd and men from Crinth, the opportunity to meet the ratchets and the alchems and others from the Queen, the opportunity to meet Brewst Grisselle the ale drake and learn that not all dragons are Proctors hoarding knowledge with threats of violence — Brewst hoards alcohols and is getting along quite well with the alchems guild.
Every day there are new people. Every day another conversation.
Shelmigarii and Lukhchizh do not charge for their service. They’ve earned unfurled flags and banners from the Free City. This means the other goblins (all the Kon) in the area support them. Shel’s recent ratchets development and springwerks mean the mulgobs don’t work as hard. Lukh is working on employing some beasts rather than mulgobs, which is only possible because of the Free City empowers all thinkers rather than the caste system the Queen’s Lyfe demands.
At the top of the cliffs, summer heat bears down harsh on the Grand Entry. Those pilgrims working down the ramps and steps will be full of sweat, but not as much fear. These Kin don’t understand the sky-cables. Many shake in fear as they ride down the thousands of feet through the fog into the bog-city past and through the ruins over the brackish waters and abandoned orchards.
Shel never laughs.
She’s scored of all the beasts. The weather and the cables aren’t scary. These are knowable things. These are math.
Beasts and peoples don’t act according to math and strangers aren’t knowable, even known friends aren’t knowable. She loves Lukh, but calling him knowable isn’t accurate.
A long sip of cool coffee. The next gondola up from Chupmolea better bring more. That bean is a blessing, much better than the teas in the Queen’s Land (Tsavancoast). She once again ponders if there is a way that the bean can replace tar-tree pods as fuel — the switch of smells from oily smog to roast would be worth it. She doesn’t have the knowledge. But maybe the lesser power could be made up using gears and springs…
Her mind wanders sometimes. Operating the sky-cables is boring and routine.
Thoughts are for new things… maybe the fruits could become oils. Lukh’s been chatting with another hob freed from service to invention who won’t join the guilds, but is working on new ways to harvest steam.
There’s an unlatched safety bar she doesn’t notice.
Shel keeps thinking about this. Less power, more gearing, some springs, maybe using that fruit that’s waste now, then a steam box, could maybe the airxip props help the gondola and then we wouldn’t even need muls or beasts.
She sends the gondola with a halfling family and their dogs.
The windsock swings fast. An unexpected storm? She checks the broadsheet forecast section. Oh, no. This is on the schedule. It’s going to be a rocky ride for those hin.
She looks as they descend. Notices the safety bar free. Notices the sway. Notices the storm. Notices the danger.
Wandering thoughts are a blessing, except when they are a curse. She curses the queen. She curses herself. She curses the sky and for good measure she curses the gods of this land even though she doesn’t believe in them.
“Urp! Stop loading. See if you can bring that gondola back. Use everything you have.” She rushes to the head wheel to help.
There is a nasty screeching noise as the metal cables halt to change path. Then there is a scream of terror as the gondola rocks off the cables.
Another noise, this time a squawk, rises above the terrors and shouting, the breaking metals.
Panic. It’s all panic now.
Beasts and peoples all learning that their fears are real. The sky-cable isn’t safe (they’re wrong).
None feel empowered, none capable.
That squawk is a massive beast. A raptor the size of an airxip swoops overhead and dives at the sky-car. There’s a tiny man on the bird, hard to judge size at this distance with the massive bird unravelling understanding of perspective.
As the car jumps off the cables the bird rushes to it. The car starts to roll to a side dozens of feet under the cable.
A sharp command, sudden and cutting through the winds and terror is heard. There’s some Kirtin-ish to the tone with a bit of the Crinth rounding.
The immense bird grabs the cart, carries it up to Grand Entry.
Shel doesn’t want more coffee. She wants to hang out with Brewst after she fills out an after disaster report to establish a new checklist, one that involves two peoples in case her mind wanders again. That’ll start when she’s done shaking.
This narrative slice of life was an attempt at Tuesday Afternoon, a technique to test world building to see if the created world makes sense for normal people.
Bog-city of Sheljar in abstract paintThe Free City of Sheljar was the result of my first campaign in the World of the Everflow.
Once a city destroyed by dragons and later an empire destroyed from within by The Necromancer with their zombies and Tunneling Nightmares, Sheljar is now a Free City, open to all thinking peoples who respect other thinking peoples. Its leadership is the first group of PCs. A bog-city of a thousand islands each little piece of land offers a place for a family to return, a neighborhood to emerge.
Shelmigarii is one of the Queen’s women, a member of the ratchet guild. She and her husband run the sky-cable gondolas at the Grand Entry with its faster path to the city center or to Chupmolea (the goblin neighborhood) than the thousand-year old steps and ramps down the cliff. Shel is a tiny goblin and her husband a large hobgoblin. They have no companions nor children. They hired mulgobs (bugbears) to operate the ratchets, declining to use alchem nor magicks. Her background would be a cabbie, if playing D&D.
#DnD #DungeonsAndDragons #Everflow #fantasyFiction #FreeSheljar #Goblins #Hobgoblin #Sheljar #skyCableGondola #writing -
@PurpleWeedyGit kindly reminded me that I don't currently have a hobgoblin OC to go with my orc and goblin. So here's Haarlan, an older, tired guy who is a tailor. He's overworked and depressed, unlike many of my other OCs.
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@PurpleWeedyGit kindly reminded me that I don't currently have a hobgoblin OC to go with my orc and goblin. So here's Haarlan, an older, tired guy who is a tailor. He's overworked and depressed, unlike many of my other OCs.
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The incredible #MikeHutchinson (#Gaslands, #Hobgoblin) is launching a new expansion to his hilarious tabletop miniatures game about drunk-ass orcs, #SpaceGits - and Peter and Will are playing one of the brand new scenarios! Enjoy!
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Be@rbrick Spider-Man Happy Kuji: #Hobgoblin #17 *Sealed* brought to you by the #PlastiqueBoutique https://plastiqueboutique.com/product/berbrick-spider-man-happy-kuji-hobgoblin-17-sealed/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=ReviveOldPost #Toys #ActionFigure #ToyCollectors #ToyDisplay #BearbrickFigures #ActionFigures #ToyCollection #Bearbrick #ActionFigureCollector #ToyCollections #ActionFigureCollection #ToyCollector #ActionFigureDisplay #ToyDisplays #ActionFigureCollections #ActionFigureCollectors #BearbrickFigure #ToysForSale
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Be@rbrick Spider-Man Happy Kuji: Hobgoblin #17 brought to you by the #PlastiqueBoutique
#Toys #Bearbrick #Marvel #Spiderman #Hobgoblin #GreenGoblin #ToyCollecton #ToyCollector #MiniFigure #MiniFigures
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I #Hobgoblin is a costumed identity of supervillains appearing in American comic books published by Marvel Comics, most of whom are depicted a
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Happy #KpopMonday to one and all!
Thanks to @Erzbet for setting this up and for choosing the surprisingly challenging theme of #PunctuationMarks .I'm going to post
CLC -- Where Are You?
https://youtu.be/khEW_JABKjw?si=8haLNaqcqXMe0WiEI know there are Cheshires (CLC fans) who claim that the decline of their group can be traced to their agency releasing this after "Hobgoblin".
I am not able to judge Cube's marketing strategy, but I can say that I much prefer this lush retro sound and the pleasantly mysterious MV to the cheap and raucous girl crush of "Hobgoblin".
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Happy #KpopMonday to one and all!
Thanks to @Erzbet for setting this up and for choosing the surprisingly challenging theme of #PunctuationMarks .I'm going to post
CLC -- Where Are You?
https://youtu.be/khEW_JABKjw?si=8haLNaqcqXMe0WiEI know there are Cheshires (CLC fans) who claim that the decline of their group can be traced to their agency releasing this after "Hobgoblin".
I am not able to judge Cube's marketing strategy, but I can say that I much prefer this lush retro sound and the pleasantly mysterious MV to the cheap and raucous girl crush of "Hobgoblin".
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CW: CW: Gay male orcs, goblins, humans, hobgoblins, and mind flayers.
Fun stream as always folks. See y'all on Saturday on Twitch for the next stream!
#NSFW #ArtStream #Orctober #Gay #Male #Orc #Goblin #Human #Hobgoblin #MindFlayer
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#crowdfunding in support of the lovely #HobGoblin music stores is now live - in the two months since the first announcement I managed to lose my passport for the crowdcube page ... https://hobgoblin.com/community/be-a-part-of-our-story/ #musicalInstruments #folk
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#crowdfunding in support of the lovely #HobGoblin music stores is now live - in the two months since the first announcement I managed to lose my passport for the crowdcube page ... https://hobgoblin.com/community/be-a-part-of-our-story/ #musicalInstruments #folk
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a month ago #Hobgoblin music shop announced there would be an opportunity to invest in their business via #crowdcube. https://hobgoblin.com/community/keeping-music-shops-on-the-high-street/ I signed up to the site, but since then nothing happened ...
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a month ago #Hobgoblin music shop announced there would be an opportunity to invest in their business via #crowdcube. https://hobgoblin.com/community/keeping-music-shops-on-the-high-street/ I signed up to the site, but since then nothing happened ...
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Hey everybody, check out the new game from Mike (#Gaslands, #Hobgoblin) Hutchinson- #SPACEGITS!
I did a batrep a while back and we had a hilarious time playing this totally unique take on tabletop games. Support independent creators!
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/planetsmashergames/space-gits-miniatures-game -
Full Marvel Universe Series 4 nine card "Spider-Man" (with a dash of Daredevil) page by Ron Lim!
#TradingCardADay #MU4 #SpiderMan #RonLim #Daredevil #Venom #Carnage #Demogoblin #Hobgoblin #Cadiac #Rhino #Shock
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Some gremlin-class yokai for you to color. More fun at sifillis.com!
#gremlin #belchkin #critter #spuurtis #munchie #queezimp #hobgoblin #coloring #coloringbook #coloringpage #color #bookstodon #book #books #promotionaltiein
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Card 058: Hobgoblin
I like the One Sentence Origin being both accurate but also leaving out, like, a lot when it comes to the Hobgoblin Saga.
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Drunk-arse Space Orcs! Tottering Dice Towers! Peter and Dylan play #SpaceGits and ask - is this the most fun you can have with miniatures?
#MikeHutchinson #Gaslands #Hobgoblin https://youtu.be/hvBt5cDOVWc -
Orctober is coming up, and that means it's time to get back into the world of Warband Wrestling!
This year we're revisiting Orctober 2022, and turning back the clock even more! A bunch of Warband Wrestling trading cards from the 90s have been discovered. Let's see who's who from back then!
Like every Orctober event I do, you provide me an orc (or half-orc, , or goblin, or hobgoblin, or ogre, or troll, or bugbear, or...) character. If you don't have one, that's okay - I can make your character into an orc!
You'll get a picture of your character in action on a 90s-style trading card, complete with a back side with a little blurb about them.
I'm selling these for 50.00 USD over at https://comms.zeiroslion.art. If you have any questions, feel free to let me know!
#Commission #CommissionsOpen #Orctober #Orctober2024 #WarbandWrestling #Wrestling #TradingCards #Orc #HalfOrc #Goblin #Hobgoblin #Ogre #Troll #Bugbear #Fantasy #ModernFantasy
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#Hobgoblin Loses In #GangWar Due To Sudden But Inevitable Betrayal.
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Mike Hutchinson , the creator of #Gaslands and #Hobgoblin, is striking out as a fulltime designer. Congratulations mate! Announcement video here:
https://youtu.be/CWkpWmNu50E?si=pLdIk-xjrPlIpCRR -
Ezra is a hobgoblin artificer who has a potion for every occasion... or can attempt to dangerously make one.
A friend's character from a recent one shot.
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Today's #retrogaming on the #Commodore64 #C64 #Hobgoblin, you'll need fast reactions and a good joystick (and good eyesight!) If you like Ghosts N Goblins, you will probably like this one!
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Cheers #YouGuys it's five o'clock somewhere
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We found a lost #sphynx in #Benalmádena and took him to safety. Still looking for the owner, but it seems he will become our third #cat. We named him #Hobgoblin.
He isn't #chipped but will be soon.
#CatsOfMastodon #LostCat #FoundCat #CostaDelSol #Spain -
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Fhel Dukastat, Haruk (goblinoid) god of trickery and shadows. #ttrpg #dnd5e #dnd #mythology #goblin #hobgoblin #pantheon
https://ko-fi.com/s/92a0ec8bd8
