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Enter Scallop and Asper
Faeries are in fact mortal
Yes but tell us now!
Too much lip will kill you!
And smurf you too!
The Goddess with her butt in the air
Don't worry, little mortals
Getting out of the Goddess's sight
Popping the question
Aléas knows how to get an answer
This is how isolated they are
Are They Gone?
We're getting a bit bored
Spear-fighting!
The sacred ritual of Goblin brotherhood
Warm bath, scram
No, no, no!
Wakatonka's avatar
What's this avatar business all about?
Oh, that avatar
Greeting the day
What are you giving me that look for?
So does Neive know about this?
Your majestic, throbbing presence
Wakatonka makes a gland, er... grand entrance
More than just a pretty -
He has needs
Wakatonka prefaces his demand
Wakatonka drops a bombshell
And there we have it, a god who plans for the long-term future!
The ethics of the situation
Erp, might have overplayed my hand here
Wakatonka lays it on the line
At last, questions get asked
The all-seeing godly eye sees and does not see
Make our women proud!
Thrashbarg's tokens
The Goblin village
Ancestor's kidneys, Emea's ears and goblin happies
Cuteness attracts insects and crows, among other things
Up the chain
Wakatonka shows up at Emea's hideout
You promised WHAT?
Some information desperately wants to be free
Prisoners in a sack.
Squirrel every day
An existential crisis
Let's face my fears
What are your bona fides?
A thousand explicit visions?
Meanwhile, in the cage...
Whaaagh!
..our enslavement will begin
The sniff test
Flashback!
Badger badger badger hog
I've got it!
Hit me!
Not that much fun, honestly
Who's the next to be made as pretty as me?
Responses from the target audience
A penile predicament
Team Neive establishes their boner fides
The ultimate honour for little faeries
Fearing for safety
Emea thinks outside the box
Your goddess commands you
A friendly invitation
Neive, hippy
Neive, what have you done?
Murder on the appetite
Thrashbarg is very reverential. Or is it deferential? Sort it out among yourselves.
All that bravado
What a strange question to ask of a god
In which Emea finds out her worshippers are barking mad
A big ask
Oh, yeah, that thing.
Facing the crowd
The party's started!
Goblin etiquette explained, and a surprise
Throbmeat girds his loins
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