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[Krulle]

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SFX: Flap Flap

Minmax: Well? Did you find them?
SFX: Flap Flap

Minmax: Did you find anything?
SFX: Flap Flap

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Minmax: No. I guess you didn't. There's no way they survived that fall.

Minmax: They're gone.
Minmax: Kickaxo is gone.

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Minmax: Everyone I care about, dies.

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panel 9 once read "Maxo is gone", first page with error in it

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Minmax: This looks weird. Like the bad 'Get Ready to Roll Up a New Character', kinda weird.

Minmax: Kin, are you in there? Don't worry, I'm gonna get you out!
Kin (thinking): Yes! Yes!

Minmax: This looks like a puzzle sorta deal. Forgath was always the one to handle the puzzle stuff.
Kin (thinking): You got this, Minmax. It's a simple 'Line Up the Colours' puzzle.

Minmax: Hmmm.
Minmax: Okay, so there's colours on each head and colours in each hand...

Minmax: Oh, I get it. I have to match the coloured balls to the coloured heads. Green goes to green, white goes to white.

Kin (thinking): Yes!
Kin (thinking): He's got it!

Minmax: Nnn!

Kin (thinking): Wait. What is he doing?

SFX: Crunch

SFX: Carunch

Minmax: Come on, get on there. Green goes to green.

Kin (thinking): I'm going to die. I'm going to die in a tiny room that has nowhere to pee.

sketches of panels 8 and 12

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Minmax: Sigh
Minmax: Damn.

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SFX: Clonk

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Kin (thinking): Oh Crapcrapcrap!

Sketch of Kin in panel 9

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Kin (thinking): Maybe they're friendly.
Kin (thinking): Are you things friendly?

Kin (thinking): Yeah, no. They're not friendly.

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Kin (thinking): Whew.
Kin (thinking): That wasn't so bad.

Kin (thinking): Except there are a scwillion of them on the door.
Kin (thinking): In Minmax decides to start bashing his way in here, I'm in big trouble.

Minmax: Kin's in big trouble. I can feel it.

Minmax: Don't worry, Kin! I'm coming to save you!
SFX: Clonk Whomp
SFX: Whump Cloonk
SFX: Clonk Wommp

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sketch of Kin in panels 1,5

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sketch of panel 2

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Minmax: Rrrrnnn!

Minmax: Rrraaaah!
SFX: Crack
SFX: Curack

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SFX: Carunkk

SFX: Thump
Minmax: Oof!

Kin (magic): Wall Of Ice!
SFX: Ssshhowak

SFX: Crack-Crak

Kin: Whew.

Kin: Um...
Kin: Hello.

sketch of panel 1, panel 3 originally had an error in the type of glove: original image with full glove for right hand, but left hand waearing it (which actually should have some "open fingers")

[Krulle]

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Fumbles: So Kore just jumped into the river? How does he swim with all that armour on? Do you think he drowned?
Complains of Names: I don't think he can drown.
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Fumbles: So what now? Do we go after Kore to save Chief's soul, or do we try to get the Axe of Prissan into hell before the demon deity comes out of it?
Complains of Names: You tell me. you're the Goblin who can see into the future.
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Fumbles: Yeah, but you're the...
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Complains of Names: I'm the what?
Complains of Names: The new chief?

Fumbles: Well... I mean.... We need a new chief.
Complains of Names: We need a Goblin chief. Look at me, Vorpal. I don't even know what I am anymore.

Complains of Names: Touching the Axe kickstarted something in me. I'm becoming more demon all the time. I don't know what I'll be when his finishes.

Complains of Names: I'm scared, Vorpal. I've never been so...

Complains of Names: ...

Complains of Names: Snif

Complains of Names: Anyways, Thaco should be chief.
Fumbles: He's too old.

Thaco: I heard that.
Complains of Names: How's Ears doing?
Thaco: Not good.
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Complains of Names: Is he still...
Thaco: Whining? Yes.

Big Ears: Well, there's no reason to be giving me your magic blindfold!

sketchof panel 10

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Thaco: Your head is made of gaping wounds and we're out of healing magic for the day. In the morning, we'll hit you with a few Cure Light Wounds spells and you can give it back to me then, okay?

Big Ears: I guess. I just don't like taking your magic items away from you.
Thaco: I know, youngling.

Pawlush: Hello?
Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'o): Did you guys hear that?
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Pawlush: Please help me.
Big Ears: Could that be Chief? Maybe his soul is still in the room!
Thaco: It's definitely not Chief. Sounds like someone else.

Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'o): I think it's coming from somewhere over here.
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Big Ears: I don't hear it anymore.
Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'o): Yeah, I think it stopped.
Forehead Fumbles: Monst..

Pawlush: Hello?
Forehead Fumbles: Monst..

Pawlush: Please.
Pawlush: Can anyone hear me?

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Complains of Names: Wait. Is that...?
Thaco: It's a chunk of Kore's head. It must've come off during the battle.
Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'o): Ew.
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Big Ears: Maybe some of the souls trapped in Kore, are still in this little piece of him.
Forehead Fumbles: Monste..

Pawlush: Yes. I'm trapped in here. I've been trapped in Kore's Hell for so long. There was a flash of yellow light and my prison got... smaller somehow. The other souls around me, sorta slipped away. I think they were lucky enough [to] escape and pass on. I'm stuck here though.

Complains of Names: Maybe we should take the talking piece of skill with us and leave, we dont' know if Kore is coming back.
Pawlush: Kore is coming back? Yes, I agree with the grumpy sounding voice. Please take me away from here.

Thaco: Complains, come and help me with this door.
Complains of Names: Grumpy?

Complains of Names: Do I have a grumpy sounding voice?
Thaco: That's a joke, right?

SFX: Kkkk

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original image with missing "to"error in panel three

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Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'O) (?): What are they?
Complains of Names or Thaco (?): I dunno.

Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'o): They look like some kinds eggs or sometthing, but with symbols in them.
Forehead Fumbles: ...ter

Complains of Names: Don't touch them, Fumbles.
Thaco: They look Gnomish.
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Pawlush: Gnomes don't lay eggs.

Complains of Names: Well obviously, Gnomes don't lay eggs, we're not stupid.
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Complains of Names: Do Gnomes lay eggs?
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Complains of Names: Alright, let's move on. Everyone stay low and don't touch the Gnome eggs.
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Big Ears: So can you see anything from inside that piece of Kore?
Pawlush: No. Only darkness. I can hear everything clearly, though. Including the The Grumpy One.
Complains of Names: I'm not grumpy!

original image with errors extra "The", first image coloured and shaded by Ellipsis again, giving her more enjoyment of creating the comic

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Big Ears: Speaking of seeing darkness... Thaco, your magic cloth is broken. I keep loosing sight through it.
Thaco: It's a Monk item. If you're holding a weapon, it loses its power. Give me that, genius.

Big Ears: Oh yeah. I forgot.

Big Ears: So new friend, if youc an't see us, do you even know what species we are?
Pawlush: Well you're not Gnomes. I know that.

Pawlush: Perhaps the grumpy one is some kind of infant Hill Giant?
Complains of Names: You know that I can hear you clearly, right?
Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'o): snicker
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

Big Ears: That's Complains of Names. He's a Goblin. We're all Goblins.
Pawlush: Even you?
Big Ears: Of course. What did you think I was?

Pawlush: You just sounded like some sort of Celestial being, to me.
Big Ears: What? You mean line an Angel?
Pawlush: Yes.
Big Ears: Ha ha. Hardly. I'm just Big Ears, the Goblin.

Pawlush: I am Pawlush.
Big Ears: And what species are you, Pawlush?
Pawlush: Try to guess.

Big Ears: Hmmm... Drwo?
Pawlush: No.
Big Ears: Um... Wemic?
Pawlush: No.

Big Ears: Well give me a hint.
Pawlush: I have horns.
Big Ears: Uh... Minotaur?
Pawlush: No.
Big Ears: Merfolk?
Pawlush: Merfolk don't have horns.
Big Ears: Then... um... Are you some kind of horned Merfolk?
Pawlush: You're not a very good guesser, are you?

Panel 4: sketched (image), half-coloured (image)

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Pawlush: I'm a Gargoyle.
Big Ears: A Gargoyle? You mean those living statues?

Pawlush: That's actually a myth. We're flesh and blood. We just have a hard, outer shell that looks similar to stone. That, combined with our love of keeping perfectly still for long periods of time, means we're often mistaken for statues.

Big Ears: You love keeping still? That doesn't sound very fun.
Pawlush: Oh, but it is. The first few days are okay, but it's the weeks after that, that are very pleasurable.

Big Ears: Are you saying you hold perfectly still for weeks at a time?!
Pawlush: Months, usually.

Big Ears: Months?! You mean you just sit there and do nothing for months?!
Pawlush: The older Gargoyles do it for years.
Thaco: Doesn't sound so bad to me. Sitting undisturbed in the peace and quiet. Nothing to do but look around and watch the world go by.

Pawlush: Look around? Oh no no. That's far too much movement. That would ruin it.

Big Ears: But don't you get bored?
Pawlush: "Bored"? I'm unfamiliar with this word. What does it mean?

Complains of Names: Bored, is crawling through a field of a scwillian Gnome eggs, with no end in sight. There's no walls or anything. It just goes on forever.
Fumbles: Maybe we're supposed to do something with the eggs.
Forehead Fumbles: Monster

SFX: FWOSH
Complains of Names: Fumbles!

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Big Ears: No!
Thaco: Is he dead!?
Complains of Names: I... I don't know. He's just... gone.

SFX: Fwosh

Forehead Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'o): Monster

SFX: Fwup
Forehead Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'o): Monster

Forehead Fumbles (Senor Vorpal Kickass'o): Monster

Vorpal: Please don't call me Fumbles anymore. I've never liked it.

Big Ears: Umm... Alright Vorpal. But are you okay?

Thaco: What happened to you? Where did you go?

Vorpal: Someplace bad. it was about my character sheet. It's hard to explain.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Complains of Names: Well try to explain!

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Complains of Names: I mean, what happened to you, might be important.
Complains of Names: I think...

SFX: Tink

Complains of Names: Oops.
Complains of Names: Uh oh.

SFX: Fwosh

Thaco: Complains!
Vorpal: Oh no!
Forehead Vorpal (formerly known as Fumbles): Monster

Thaco: He's going to come back, right?! Like you did?!
Vorpal: That depends on how well he knows himself.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

SFX: Fwosh
Complains of Names: Raaaah!

Complains of Names: Snif
Tumbleblade: (three lights on)

sketch of panel 8

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Thaco: Complains, is that your I.M.E.?
Complains of Names: Huh?
Forehead Vorpal (formerly known as Fumbles): Monst..

Complains of Names: Yeah, I guess my individual magic effect is bigger now, because I leveled up. I'm a level 5 barbarian now.
Fumbles: I leveled up, too. Now I'm 4/11_ths of every class. Maybe everyone who survives her, gains a level.
Complains of Names: Maybe.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Big Ears: Is that... a mark of leadership?
Complains of Names: Oh yeah. I forgot. I'm your chief now.

Vorpal: What?! But there was never a chiefing ceremony!
Complains of Names: Sigh. technically there was. She chiefed me to prove a point. It's so stupid.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Vorpal: Well, I guess She has the authority to do that. So you were chiefed out of spite. That actually fits you.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Vorpal: Is that Her horn tip?
Complains of Names: Yeah.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Complains of Names: Ouch! That really hurts!
Vorpal: Well, don't touch the inside of it, dummy. That's an angel horn, and you're part demon.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Thaco: What the slippery hell are you two talking about?!

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Narration (by Complains of Names):: Thaco raises a good point. All of us should really know what happened to us after we touched the Gnome Eggs. I'm starting to think that each of us might have to go through this.
Narration (by Fumbles/Vorpal): Yeah, I guess you're right, Complains. I mean Chief. Umm... Chief Complains.
Narration (by Complains of Names): "Complains" is fine, Vorpal.
Narration (by Vorpal): Right. Okay, here's what happened.
SFX: Fwosh

Trolls Mortals: Hello, little one.
Forehead Fumbles (Vorpal): Monster

Vorpal: I... who are you? What are you?

Trolls Mortals: In a way, I am a Goblin like you. I am what our species looks like if it has not been mutated by the decay of mortality.

Vorpal: Are you... the God of Goblins?
Trolls Mortals: If I were, you'd be dead. Any mortal who looks upon a god, disintegrates. No, I am one of his angels.
Vorpal: Wow, a real Goblin angel? So have you met the Goblin God?
Trolls Mortals: Yes.
Vorpal: What's he like?
Trolls Mortals: Grumpy.
Trolls Mortals: He says every Goblin is using spears wrong.

panel 3: sketched image, coloured image

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Trolls Mortals: So anyways, any mortal who ends up here, must face an angelic or demonic mentor, based on their species. And because I'm still paying for a law that I broke a long time ago, I'm currently the Goblin mentor.

Trolls Mortals: So I've got a copy of your character sheet here and I'm going to ask you one question about what's on it. If you get it wrong, I'll pull the lever on my left, dropping you to a painful death, okay?

Trolls Mortals: If you get it right, I'll pull the lever on my right, ascending you to the portal above, which will return you to where you came from.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Vorpal (formerly known as Fumbles): But I thought Angels performed miracles and made people happy because they feed off the joy of others.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Trolls Mortals: We do.
Trolls Mortals: I'm not hungry right now.
Trolls Mortals: Now pay attention because I'm only going to ask you this once.

Trolls Mortals: What's your name?


Vorpal (formerly known as Fumbles): Really? That's it? That's the question? This is easy!
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Vorpal: I am Se...
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Vorpal: Oh, I guess I'm F...
Vorpal: Wait. I...
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Vorpal: This is hard.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

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Trolls Mortals: Everyone thinks it's going to be easy but it never is. It's okay. I believe in you, little one.

Vorpal (formerly known as Fumbles): Well the thing is, I'm pretty sure that I know what's on that paper, but... y'see, when I became my clan's teller, I think I got a wisdom boost...
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Trolls Mortals: You did.
Trolls Mortals: Wow, a big one.

Vorpal: ... and it's helped me realise that I don't like the name given to me. That name is based on mistakes I've made and not who I am.
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Trolls Mortals: Believe me, I understand.
Trolls Mortals: I know what it's like to be seen by others as something that you're not. You are the foremost authority on who you are. No one else, in all of existence, knows more about you than you do. So it's silly to let others define you. Being yourself is dangerous, but you have every right to try.

Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Vorpal: My name...
Vorpal: ...is Senor Vorpal Kickass'o!
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

Trolls Mortals: I am so proud of you.

Trolls Mortals: But that's wrong. Your name is Fumbles. I gotta kill you now.

Vorpal: What?! But... but you said...
Forehead Vorpal: .onst..

Trolls Mortals: I told you. Being yourself can be dangerous. Sorry, little one.
SFX: Shunk

sketch of panels 1,3

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Vorpal (f.k.a. Fumbles): Aah!
Forehead Vorpal: Monster

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Trolls Mortals: What?

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SFX: Fwosh

Trolls Mortals: But Goblins can't do that. How did he do that?

Trolls Mortals: Oh, a magic item. Of course. "Potion of levitation applied to a... false mustache"? That's a new one.

Trolls Mortals: Well good for him.

sketches of panel 4, and panels 8,9

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Narration (by Complains of Names): Okay, well here's what happened to me...
SFX: Fwosh
Trolls Mortals: Hello, little one.

Complains of Names: Er? Who are...
Complains of Names: Wait.
Complains of Names: Snif Snif

Complains of Names: Aw, you stink! How can you smell so bad?!

Trolls Mortals: Yeah, you kinda reek too. Almost like you're a demon. But that can't be. Only goblins appear before me. Lemme check your character sheet.

Trolls Mortals: Well look at that. You're "part demon". I've never seen that before. Well how can you have a goblin soul if... Oh, I see. The transformation magic is acting like a virus. Seems a bit contrived, but whatever.

Complains of Names: This is unbearable. You smell like boiling ogre pee! Can you just tell me how I can get back to my friends?

Trolls Mortals: I'm going to ask you a question about your character sheet...
Complains of Names: You smell like a rotting corpse, except the corpse is inside my skull.

Trolls Mortals: Okay. Can we cool it with describing my smell? It's starting to hurt my feelings. Angels and demons just repel each other. It's just science or nature or something.

Complains of Names: You're an angel? Well, you don't seem to be having much trouble dealing with my smell.
Trolls Mortals: That's because you're only part demon, little one. To me, you only kinda stink.

Trolls Mortals: Okay, so if your answer matches what's on your character sheet, I pull the lever on my right and you return to where you came from. If you get it wrong, I pull the other lever and you fall to a painful death.
Trolls Mortals: Ready?

Complains of Names: Um...
Complains of Names: I...
Complains of Names: ...sure?

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Complains of Names: Are... Are you gonna ask me something, or...
Trolls Mortals: I'm trying to find a good one. Let's see. Has a problem with anger... Has an odd kink for females with hair... Mother is dead... Father was meant to be chied..

Complains of Names: Y'know, that is a suspiciously large amount of information on what looks like two sheets of paper.
Trolls Mortals: It's very small font.
Trolls Mortals: Okay, I've got one. Now pay attention.

Trolls Mortals: Could you be a beneficial chief for your clan?

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