The leaves in the trees had just began to start turning colors and the geese were beginning their first treks south. Nasher sat on the railing outside the tavern, staring at the town post in its paper-covered glory. He looked at his bottleof mead and then looked back at the post. "Nasher think long nuff!" he said to himself before hoping off and scampering in the direction of the pole. He snatched a previous post off the post, mumbling something about "Nasher needing it more." Then, creating a mud puddle at his feet with his trusty bottle of mead and even a little help from his fox carcass canteen, he began to draw. Using the mud like finger paints, he drew what looked to be a gnome with 2 extra legs and feelers, looking a bit like a cockroach. He then used the pin from yet another post to hold it up, leaving the other in the dirt. Slowly, Nasher then proceeded to shimmy his way up the post to sit on its top. "NASHER NEEDS MORE GOBB'NS!" the goblin shouted, his voice echoing out into the distance. "NASHER TOWN OVERRUN BY CHERRY CHEEKS! NASHER NEEDS'S REINPORTSMENTS!"
(OOG: This is your last chance to be goblins before they're nixed. If you have a worthy life dream of green hood, nows the time!)