Datura is a Gloom Stalker. From what I heard I should play her like a stealth archer, but so far she absolutely sucks at archery. Doing pretty well with the sling shot, except the opponents want to close the distance and chew on her. Occupational hazard for all gnomes >> mistaken as squeaky toys I suppose.
Recently, while trekking with the gang we spotted a strange farm-ish arrangement including a corral of goats.
Note: You have no idea how long he had been eating wolf or broth of wolf or gods only know what was in those pies the dino kept eating.
Goat. A small herd. In and out, none would be the wiser… except for the alarm system and the hag…
As I was polymorphed into a goat, it dawned on me… I would make a Great Goat.
I would be Legend like Thor’s rams (Tanngrisnir / Tanngnjóstr) “Gnashing Tooth” and “Tooth Grinder”
Only one spell in all my gloom stalkery spell list… without a verbal component Minor illusion!
Range: 30 feet
Components: S, M (a bit of fleece)
Duration: 1 minute
Gee… wonder where I might get fleece?
Hell yeah!
Mirrored goats circle round and ram in the center!
With the epic ricocheting sound effects of mountain top rams!
It is decided… I MUST Dual class. I love playing with druids.
Thus inspired… I wrote a song,
…. expanding on the legend of Huff and Puff.
Hope you enjoy it!
https://suno.com/s/uFrICcwmm07ieMgQ
and on YT
or my TikTok
“G.O.A.T. HUFF & PUFF Part 2
Verse 1
Wolf shows up breathing stories,
full of huff, full of puff, full of lore,
came looking for the quiet kind
who line up by the door.
He scans for wool and lowered eyes,
counts dinner in his head—
doesn’t clock the horns, the stance, the grin,
or the rhythm in their tread.
Pre-Chorus
He thinks “livestock.”
We think “squad.”
Someone skipped a footnote in the myth they bought.
Chorus
G.O.A.T.—yeah, say it slow,
Greatest Of All Time, but the wolf don’t know.
He hears “baa,” we hear war drums float,
wrong pasture, pal—these ain’t prey, they’re GOAT.
Verse 2
There’s a black sheep in the lineup,
side-eye, scar, crooked smile,
never fit the fleece agenda,
been feral for a while. Stands with goats that pull the thunder,
run alongside the gods,
dragging skies like chariots
over shattered odds.
Pre-Chorus
This ain’t sheep-shame, this ain’t slander,
this is species mis-ID—
you expected soft compliance,
you got mythic infantry.
Chorus
G.O.A.T.—yeah, say it twice,
Greatest Of All Time don’t ask permission nice.
You came for a meal, came ready to gloat,
you met a bridge full of battle-ready GOAT.
Bridge
No huff—
No puff—
Just shoulders built for pulling tough.
Horns out front, jokes in back,
we laugh while we hold the line intact.
Verse 3
Wolf is pausing, head tilting,
something’s off in the sound—
prey don’t banter, prey don’t joke
while they’re standing their ground.
He don’t know about acronyms,
or rebels dressed in fleece,
or gods who pick their running mates
by endurance, not by peace.
Final Chorus
G.O.A.T.—welcome to the truth,
you charged a punchline with a hoof.
Not sheep, not weak, not here to float—
just legends hiding in plain goat.
Huff and puff all that you wrote,
this bridge is held by Greatest Of All GOAT.
Outro
Moral of the story?
Read past the cover, check the notes—
some “prey” run with gods,
and some gods run with goats.
Traveler Chimiru 
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