BoMoJo

Backstory

  “Should we stays BoMo?” asked Joseph Archibald Pennynether the 8th. The most dashing of three goblins huddled together for warmth at the east end of their camp.   “Noes, we gon’ cooka dat kitty-cat da others found. Ya know, da one in da pit!” Said Bough, the tallest and fastest of the three.   “Didja’s hear dat?” asked Moe, the smallest and most nimble of the trio, just before a chittering sound echoed from the prisoner pit at the opposite end of the camp.   What happened next was a blur the less-than-merry lads managed to share. Each of their accounts cobbled together would paint a clear picture of the event if ever anyone stopped to talk to all three. “And den da two spidahs came outsa da dum-dum pit wit a one-eyed weirdo riding one of em!” “Nuh uh! Dere was fire puppo and it bern evree’buddy!” “I saw a troll. Call me dude. Name not dude.”   Ami, Curie and Oktar’s escape from the occupied goblin bridge brought another shared thought to Bough, Moe and Joseph Archibald Pennynether the 8th; maybe goblins aren’t well received generally? “Shits….maybe’s we be noice so we can live?” Bo said. “Yep, but we’s should make sure we sound nice nd it looks like it’s just one’s of us.” remarked Moe. The three set out to find a long coat, some sturdy stilts, and a voice coach. The voice coach really didn’t take. But when they signed up, and the proctor asked for their name, each one sang out his own name. Thankfully two were slow on the draw, and hence BoMojo gained a name.   After much vocal training (or so they believe) BoMoJo took up the art of combat, but put a particular focus on using their piecemeal body to their advantage. The boys then decided to go see “where the spooky spidah kitty with the fire dog livin at?” as they searched for strong allies to put their faith in….only to come upon the Last Rest in varying stages of destruction. “Times to nawt die boys!! CHAAARGE!!!” screamed Joseph Archibald Pennyne- you get it. And the boys leapt into the fray.