#Chaglu and Princess Shredder

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First completed art since the thumb brace came off: Chaglu and Princess Shredder! Just a goblin who knows her dinosaur is the Best Boy.

(Male dinosaurs have fancier plumage than females. Princesses are the fanciest people around! Ergo, Princess Shredder. Chaglu knows. She's seen a picture book once).

I did this sketch before I had to stop most art. It would've looked very different if I'd been able to finish it in April! Since then I've transformed my palette, gotten more confident with watercolor, and discovered the magic that is a rose red + phthalo green. I used three* paints for this, and none of them were blue).

*Okay, also white acrylic gouache, because I really shoulda figured out what I wanted to do with Princess's eye before I started painting it. Instead I re-did it. Twice.

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It's Princess Shredder and Chaglu!

(My partner said it needed a banana for scale. Chaglu has never seen a banana.)

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I finished this in December and forgot to post it! Behold, what Chaglu absolutely did NOT do (but absolutely considered) when the house they were camping in was surrounded by kobolds.

Princess Shredder is probably glad she didn't.

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Our party is spending significant time around another goblin for the first time since the game started. Grit showed up with two clerics who'd been divinely sent to aid us. He is impressed by Princess Shredder and Chaglu, but not that much more impressed than he is by the Champion's riding cow.

Basil had Grit serve breakfast, which turned into a whole cultural digression about what that means among goblins --"serving food" to another goblin means they're the chief, they're sick, or you're really into them. Sure, we're goblins of the world, we know how other races behave, so Grit serves the others... but not Chaglu. Thankfully. Because that would be weird.

But then she saw him serving the half-orc cleric he arrived with, and that is *not* this whole "waiter" thing the humans and elves do. He served her that breakfast in *Goblin.* and the cleric didn't notice a damn thing.

Chaglu didn't say anything, but she's now a bit invested in the one-sided romance drama.

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Update:

Chaglu is now mostly in the cat's mouth.

Sadly GM @thesupersquirrel didn't buy my argument that with Chaglu on the inside and Princess Shredder on the outside, we'd have flanking due to being on opposite sides of our enemy.

The wizard's teleporting housecat appears! This time, instead of us being shrunk smaller than mice, we're our usual size -- but the cat is large. As in "as big as a horse." Still, that's better odds than last time, so Amity whips out her knives and growls, "PREPARE TO BE SPAYED AND/OR NEUTERED, BITCH!"

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We're still early days with our new characters, in our "real adventurers bit it, we were just the service staff" campaign. Tonight I learned some things about Chaglu and her companions:

1. While walking through heavy rain, she'll take off as much clothing as she can manage while walking. This counts as a shower.

2. Beautiful half-elven dancer monk Laurel thinks that's totally reasonable, and is willing to loan out her soap.

2. Chaglu has trouble with the concept of "personal property" when it comes to bedding, because goblins are communal sleepers. She does fine remembering most of the time, but in the middle of the night after a boring watch, she rousted Amity for her turn, then crawled into the warm spot without thinking about it.

3. Amity can sleep in trees (but she does NOT fit in a goblin-sized bedroll).

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Chaglu and Princess Shredder, ready for action!

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Chaglu locked herself in alone. She left Princess Shredder guarding the door. She saw it was a wood tub (harder to cook someone alive in). She tested with each limb individually. She got in with her jacket on and a knife in her hand, just in case. Then she gave in.

As she slipped under the water and into utter relaxation, she muttered, "This is how they get you."

Chaglu has encountered the idea of hot baths. She's fine with getting clean, but this sounds a lot like her friends are trying to trick her into making herself into soup.

The fact that they insist on bathing in private just enforces the idea that they're not actually doing it and it's all a ruse. Basil pointed out that his people often bathe communally, so he'd be okay with it. Chaglu whispered to Amity that of all of them, Basil THE CHEF is the most likely to cook something -- or SOMEONE -- into soup, and there is NO WAY she's getting shut in a room with a pot tub with him.