The sun had just began to set on the horizon as Nasher skittered excitedly back to his cabin. He had struck inspiration in the tavern for what would seem his greatest project yet and was thinking of nothing else than the mingled gizmos and gadgets he would need. The goblin giggled maniacly to himself as he reached his door. But, try as hard as he could, Nasher just couldn't get the door to budge. "Blasted junk door! Nasher must have locked it to keep greedy tomato faces outs. Yes!" Nasher shrieked to himself as he reached for his gnarled key. But as he stuck it into the lock and turned it, the key snapped right above the teeth. "WHAT!!!" Nasher shrieked as he began to pitch his little temper tantrum. "Why Nasher key break in Nasher door!" the goblin continued to shriek as he spewed out several other profanities. Nasher calmed himself down just a bit and took off his hat, retrieving the lockpick from the brim. "Door wanna fight Nasher, Nasher will fight back!" The goblin mumbled to himself as he began to pick the lock. But, right after starting on the process, the pick gets caught inbetween the keyhole and the bit of key lodged in the lock, snapping the pick. Nasher stepped back for a moment, looking over the lockpick handle in his hand and the still locked door. He the explodes in a flurry of obscenities and kicks against the door, all to no avail. "STUPID DOOR WORKIN FOR DA CHERRY CHEEKS! KEEPING THE NASHER FROM HIS SCIENCE!!! BWAA!!" Nasher yelled as he continued to beat on his own door.
The goblin shot an angry glare in the direction of the laughter. He squinted his eyes to see the outline of the urodeq that he had the displeasure to have already meet. "GO AWAY DARK EYES! NASHER NO WANT YOU HERES!" the goblin shrieked. Nasher looked over to the window to his right and decided it would be the best way though. So, with a series of grumblings and curses, the goblin began to push the heavy pane of glass up. It moved an inch before slipping through his hand, slamming back down in place and the lock shifting ever so slightly in position behind it. Dumbstruck, the goblin stepped back yet again to access the sitution before erupting in a tirade of curses and pounding back on his door.
Starling grinned and shrugged, twirling a lock pick between her fingers. "I'll leave you to it then. Good luck getting in without blowing it up or burning it down, your majesty," She sneered turning to slip quietly away back in to the trees, chuckling the whole time.
Nasher shot the urdeq woman an incredibly nasty look followed by an even more rude hand gesture as he contemplated how exactly he would get into his house. The goblin paced back and forth, scratching his green head as he raked his mind for any other possible way to get in.
Zwey finds Nasher pacing, "My king, can you not get into your lab?" Zwey notices the broken key and lockpicks. "Hmm, that is troubling, here, maybe I can help." Zwey hefts his hammer, and swings it into the door -breach-. With a final kick to help the door fall, Zwey shows stands to the side, and holds his arm out, "There you are my King"
Zwey finds Nasher pacing, "My king, can you not get into your lab?" Zwey notices the broken key and lockpicks. "Hmm, that is troubling, here, maybe I can help." Zwey hefts his hammer, and swings it into the door -breach-. With a final kick to help the door fall, Zwey shows stands to the side, and holds his arm out, "There you are my King"
They goblin lets out a half squeal as the door falls on the goblin. Nasher tries to wiggle himself out to no avail as he lets out gasped curses and profanities, pointed half at the door and half to the angori that dropped it on him. "Get... Door... Off... Nasher!" the goblin was barely able to let out as he continued to attempt his cockroach like escape method, to no avail.
Nasher laid there for a bit as he attempted to regain his bearing, sprawled out with his arms and legs in all directions. "Horny one. Why you drop door on Nasher?" the goblin muttered. He rolled himself over and stood himself up, feeling a bit woozy from the hit. "Nasher going inside to do science," the goblin proclaimed as he staggered his way inside. Just before crossing the treshold, Nasher thought about the door. "Put Nasher's door back where it goes," Nasher said to the angori before walking back into the cabin and heading into one of his other rooms.
A quiet but obvious snort of laughter sounded from beside a tree near the Goblin's cabin. Starling was not at all displeased by the sight she had happened upon as she watched him break not only his key but his lock picks as well. In fact, it just about made her day to see that thing hopping around cursing and so clearly unhappy. For once, the Uordeq was content to not attempt to rip out his vocal cords.