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Leandar chuckled and began to follow the footprints, "I'll play along," he said to the strange voice. The green-eyed wildcat was relaxed for the moment, content to let the day's events take him wherever. A mellow melody began to fill the air, his feline fingers strummed on Leandar's dulcimer, which managed to ease the mild amount of stress that the wildcat had accumulated. Leandar began to sing an accompanying harmony
"da- da- da- aaaaa- aunt marge- eeeeee."

((note:: if your post hasn't described a gnome, then you don't know what they look like yet, but here:: this is what they look like XD ))



Shai

"'ere, listen Colin... 'e's insulin' 'is own sister!" - "I know! I heard, and I like 'im already!" You can hear the giggling from all around you. "Give 'im a chance, there," - " Oooh! Watchit, 'e's a-comin up the tree, like." You can hear scrambling in the branches above you. Then suddenly the creatures all around you start pelting you with pine nuts, hard enough to sting a little. As you get half way up, something grabs your tail, trying to pull you out of the tree. "Hang on there Colin! He'll make a great splat if you can get 'im." You glance back and can only barely see what's pulling your tail. It looks like a lump of green dirt! Or maybe a gnome? Short and stumpy, lots of lumps, about a third of your size, and clinging to your tail. .. it's taking most of your might to hold on (these little green creatures are really really strong!) Roll a random number between 1 and 5 either here or in the main thread.

Roland

"What's a matter Birdie boy? You deef?" - "Maybe he don't understand the english." - " I SAID ARE YOU DEEF?" - "Which means deaf." - "Dinnae help me Stuart! I speak English just fine!" Suddenly a pine nut comes out from nowhere and hits you in the goggles. "He'll have felt that even if he is deaf."

Leslie

"Oi! Buckethead! You're pretty good at that, but it usually only works if the other people didn't see you stop moving. I know you're there, and I'm special magical, so I don't count." The bushes wiggled and the creature very obviously moved out of them. Then foot prints started to appear in front of you, as if someone were walking but you can't see the creature making them... "It's done like this anyway." The footprints walked a circle around you, and then seemed to dance a little jig at the end. "And I don't even need a bucket for my head to make that trick work" Suddenly something grabbed your tail and pulled... "Kin I have the bucket then?"

Imogen

"Ain't she a talkative one then?" Suddenly your bag seems really heavy, as if the contents had tippled, and it moves as if it were full of a medium large creature. When you try to pull the lid on the top it's as if something is holding the bag shut and you can't get into it... "What do you say rock?" Comes a voice from the bag. "What makes you so special that she keeps you in a bag like this? Can you do tricks?" The bag kicked out to one side as if the creature inside was moving around violently. Do you drop the bag? Attack the bag? something else?

Newt and Abeya

In the tree in front of you there is a large space... a hole if you will... and in the hole is... nothing. You could have sworn that there was a voice coming out of here just a moment ago. As a pebble sails out from the hole behind you and hits one of you in the head, a little lumpy green hand shoots out of the hole in the tree where there was nothing a moment ago and grabs the other one one the nose. "HONK HONK!" Laughed the voice, and then the hand was gone. "They won't get that joke, Dewly." - "I doan care, I think it's funny."

Gormen

As you start to get even more riled up, the voices also get even more riled up. You only have a second to get a look at the creature (short green and lumpy with lots of warts and little yellow boar's teeth- not to mention that it's naked) before it lands on your face. You appear to have been dive bombed from the trees above you. As you grab at the one on your face you feel at least 5 others grabbing at your back spikes and tail and feet and arms... do you try and fight them off? Or stop drop and roll? (say which and then roll a rando between 1 and 5 either here or in the main thread)

Bean

"You heard me Tubbo!" Came the reply. As if that wasn't insult enough, pinecones (rather largeish ones) came dropping out of a pine tree above you as if they were bombs. You're forced to take cover... do you dive for the hole next to you? Or jump in the Pond?

Marty

"Aww, Hubret, you made 'im cry." - "How was I supposed to know that he was a wimpy baby?" - Jest look at 'is puny little wings and 'is baby beak?" - "Yeah, I guesso... should we make it up to 'im?" There was suddenly a lot of hushed whispering around him, and every once in a while the sound of paper rustling slightly. "Tell you what Sobby McBabypants, if you can answer one question, I'll give you back your letter.... What lies on the ground, a hundred feet in the air?"

Jeeves

As you try to nestle back down into your comfort zone, you get splashed on the head and chest with something wet and warm... as you start to open your eyes you notice that it's looking yellow and smelling quite... personal... "Ooh, yer aim is gettin' better Fillip." - "I know! But it's my calling card... sort of like, a personal hello, if you will." The treetops chuckled at you.

Leandar

"He'll PLAY!!!" Came a shout of joy and triumph from the bushes around you, and then all went quiet... too quiet. As you take several more steps forward you see that the invisible creature's foot prints keep going, and since you seem determined to follow them, you do. After about 20 steps of your own though, you look up to see a most hideous creature in front of you... a lumpy greenish brown blobby creature... with a tapir's snout and beady little eyes, and boar's teeth, little chubby hands and a pot belly as it stands on two legs... "Here handsome." The creature calls out to you, and places it's hand on it's hip in what you're almost sure is supposed to be a seductive gesture... it's voice is deep and gravely... overly comical for a female, but you suppose that you are looking at the female version of the creature... or at least a pretend female version... "Geeves us a kiss, handsome, right here on the lips and I'll make it worth your while." The creature leans forward with it's big greasy lips pursed out... Do you kiss it? Or punch it? "WHOO! MARGE!" come the catcalls all around.

Etto

"You know..." came a voice from behind a rock... "I didn't exactly say that, but it's funny how your mind jumped to that right away..." The bushes on the other side of you laugh. "I mean, you are a tubby, and you look like you'd be fun to chew on, but I think you've got some weight issues that you need to deal with." suddenly you're poked in the side gut with a stick, but as you spin to look/attack the stick falls to the floor as if there was never anyone holding it. "I like your stick better... kin I have it?"

Sunfur

Your trick works, and you hear not only a thud, but also an 'oooff!' preceding it. As you spin around you see a chubby little greenish brown creature laying in the dirt behind you. It sits up and rubs a fat little lumpy hand over it's snout and tusks, making a face with it's beady little eyes... the gnome scowls at you. "You're a crafty one..." - "Or just lucky!" came a call from the woods behind you. "Alright." said the gnome on the ground. "You bested me at my own game." He gets up (I say 'he' because he's naked and you now have definite proof that he is indeed a 'he'), dusts himself off, and holds out a chubby hand as if he wanted you to shake it.... "No sore feelings alright?"

Leandar cringed as the ugly, brown creature made its appearance. The wildcat was the first in line to have fun, and kiss a dame, who asked it of him, but this gnome-esque creature.... absolutely not. The melodious tune ceased, and Leandar's bow replaced his dulcimer in his hands. An arrow was quickly notched, before Leandar pulled back slowly on the feathery end of the arrow. The feline's normally happy and carefree demeanor faded for the more serious and bloodthirsty one that he adopted in battle. Leandar let the arrow fly forth.... let us see what we're dealing with here shall we, he thought.

"Tch"

Of course maybe Etto had been overreacting a bit. He HAD been lazing around lately and his subconcious had a way of angrily getting the better of him. Probably not healthy to jump to conclusions especially when, now that he thought about it, wasn't it kind of bad that there was a hidden voice in the-

And that was the point the pointy end of a stick made contact with his hip.
"Ow-ffffff"

Wheeling around, Etto found that-
...
There was nothing there?

"No. No you can't.." He huffed angrily, picking up the second stick so that these ghost-voices or whatever they were couldn't continue jabbing at him.
Excluding of course the whole flaw in that plan, being that the forest was littered with sticks that were acceptable to be annoying with.

Ah well, he'd deal with that issue when it came up.
"Now how about y'show yourself, if you're gonna be throwing insults around and asking to take other people's things?"
It was nothing personal, he had to keep up the act after all.

Buckethead? Leslie thought, confused as he glanced to the bucket in his hands for a moment and then back to the bush. He watched as the bush moved, looking as if something was walking out of it except that nothing was there. At least, he couldn't see anything there. He did see the footprints that showed up, forming a circle around him, however, and stared at them in fear. He could tell whatever it was was small, but that didn't matter in his opinion. It had said that it was magical and he could see that it was invisible... or at least able to look invisible, even while moving. For all he knew, he could be surrounded by these things, all of them planning to attack, like a colony of fire ants. His thoughts made the situation infinitely more horrible than it probably should've been for him. So much so, that by the time the creature had pulled on his tail, he was terrified. In fact, he had been frozen by that terror until he felt that tug and, because of his fear, the tip of his tail disconnect from the rest of him. He hated losing it, but it would grow back. It always did. It wiggled madly in the creature's hands in order to distract it as Leslie ran as fast as he could away from the thing hoping and praying that things weren't as bad as he imagined them, that there was really only one and he could outrun it and would be safe soon.

Despite her fighting stance, Silvia rolled her eyes casually at the immature creature's antics. Really? Name-calling? Perhaps the so-called 'threat' wasn't all that serious afterall.

Then the pine nut pinged off her cheek and she sneered, instinctively turning her face away from any follow-up projectiles. The offending object went bouncing and rolling along the ground, and Silvia followed it with a leap and a whirl, throwing the object back towards the source of the voice, all in a single fluid motion.

"And you're a rude little snot! Your mother should have taught you better manners!"




The timid little bird seemed to sink away at the thought of someone threatening to take his hard-won shinies. Instead, it was replaced by a mad beast, or so it seemed, as the tiny bird started flapping and squawking wildly. There was a mad light in his eyes, and he seemed more ready to fight now than run.

"No! They're mine and you can't have 'em! Get your own shinies! You try to take mine and I'll peck yer' eyes out and eat 'em for dinner! I'll make myself a necklace from yer innards, ya' mean, old, rot bottom! Ya' hear me?!?"

Yep, definitely a mad bird.




Koriss looked uneasy, mumbling as he tried to wipe the worse of the mud off his shoulder, "How about raw? That's good..." Then he paused, sweatdropping. "Err...that didn't come out right..." He rubbed his head, glancing about awkwardly. Maybe he should try to slip away and make a break for it while the voices were distracted by their quarreling.

Doing his best impression of the landscape, he started side-stepping, attempting to blend in to his surroundings while looking for the best exit option.

Leandar

Your notched arrow flies straight and true, but at the last second, right as it seems to connect with the gnome's Aunt Marge, she puffs into a dirty wad of smoke and the arrow goes right trough her and embeds in a mound of dirt behind her. "Oh, lovey, that's no way to treat a lady!" She looks upset with you, and you might have felt bad for firing an arrow at her... except you're dropped on by what feels like 5 other gnomes. Do you fight your way out or go submissive?

Robert

"You're BOTH!" Hollered one voice. "Yeah," shouted a second. "You're hot to trot and near to Kaymid, and cold as ice and not even close enough to Dewly to get peed on!" the trees around you chuckle. Go to your left a little so that Dewly can pee on you, we think that's funny!" The speaker seems to be behind you in a set of bushes...

Sunfur

"Hehe, he called you young." chuckled a voice behind you. The gnome in front of you scowls at you and thrusts his hand out further towards you. "No go, Giff, he wants an explanation. " but the gnome in front of you just scowls deeper, not moving his hand. "We'll he's not getting one."

Marty

"Ugh." A gnome stepped out of the bushes beside you, not yet near enough to touch, but certainly near enough to smell. "It's not like it's science or anything, it's a stupid question." He sighed, his dirty little body heaving with the effort. "I'll give you your stupid hint though, it's tasty."

Etto

"hey," the bushes rattled to your left. "At least I asked and didn't just take. I can do that you know." suddenly, on a rock in front of you, a small gnome like creature appeared at about eye height and struck a pose. "Ta-da!" The little man said, flashing this way and that. "Oh, and when I said you were edible, I did mean that you were fat." He grinned.

Roland

"That's the point!" Whooped a voice nearby behind you. "It's a game, and you're losing. You have to figure out where to go and what to do to make us leave you alone." said the voice behind you. "And he's losing" said another. "I already told him that" replied the first.

Leslie

roll a rando 1-5 either in here or the main thread please.

Imogen

"Now what would I do with an invention?" The bag flap opened revealing a little gnome like creature with a scowl on his dirty face. "I don't wear clothes, I don't have hobbies other than pissing other creatures off, and I'm magic." He snapped his fingers and the pillbug in the bag with him dissapeared. "See?" He grinned... "Now... if you want him back, all you have to do is give me a kiss." He puckered up his greasy lips and closed his eyes... Hit him? Kiss him?

Silvia

roll a rando 1-5 either here or in the main thread please.

Tarke

As you flail madly, the creatures all around you start to whoop and holler at you... before you know it, they're dropping down out of the trees onto you... roll/ rando a number between 1-5 please, either here or in the main thread.

Koriss

"'ere, 'e wants to be cooked raw." the bushes chuckled. "Of course he does! We couldn't very well cook him cooked, you idiot." This time even more bushes chuckled. "I thought you were going to try and get a kiss, Giffle?" came a voice... "Neh, he's not going to kiss me..." Suddenly you feel a tapping on your left hanch, as you turn around you find one of the creatures tapping you... "Are you?" asked the creature, who's voice identifies him as Giffle.

Mortimer

Before you get a chance to get up any trees or even see a beast, one drops out of the tree onto your face. He's like a little alien facehugger and you don't seem to be able to get him off. Maybe running facefirst into a tree with help? Maybe you should bite him...