Down, Down to Goblin Town [Day 5, Midafternoon, Open]

[Ikkit the Bastard]

[One hot garbage persuasion roll coming up!

Persuasion. Captain Charisma Penalty gets to roll Persuasion. Fuck me.: 1d20-1 14

Holy shit.]

[Flession]

Perhaps it was the passion in your voice, or the reason. Maybe, just maybe, the goblins felt that this was their chance to make something of themselves. You were never really the wordsmith, but maybe the Powers or something were with you, as at least 10 goblins come to you, nodding their head.

It's not much, but it's a good start.

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Ikkit took a moment, noting down the names- Tup, Smink, the triplets (Hekk, Jekk, and Rekk, and not even they seemed clear on which was which), One-Ear, Grevvy the Albino, Lucky Jaddo, Feezal, and Vaneel- and suggesting that they coordinate with each other and swing by the Bazaar if they needed to find him to clarify anything.

He was pretty sure he wasn't going to recruit many other members for the Guild, but that was all right. He'd already rounded up ten more than he'd expected!

[/Scene, methinks, unless there are further developments...]