Bluntmunch

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Bluntmunch is one of Sir Toadswallow's euphemistically-named goblin underlings.<ref>“When a practitioner drops a bit of meat from their nethers and wants to teach it to deal with goblinkind, they like to have goblins they’ve met and made deals with beforehand for the practice and initial lessons. They summon, I go, they pay me.”

“You might get better business if you didn’t call the clients nether-droppings,” Lucy said.

Toadswallow smiled, and it was so fake it looked like someone trying to smile for the first time and doing it badly… with added fangs. “My most regular summoners seem to have misplaced their books, and I have some time to myself. I’m training some of this lot to do the child-work. Cherrypop is the noisy little foetal deposit here in my hands. The big one is… let’s call him Bluntmunch.”

The big goblin groaned, low, long, and drawn out. - Excerpt from Lost for Words 1.2</ref>

Appearance

A lumpy, misshapen figure that could be mistaken for a stone. Larger than the other goblins.<ref>She could see the things in the bushes. Small, ugly, and twisted. Something she might have taken as a stone in the corner of her eye was a figure too lumpy and misshapen to be a person. Three other things were perched on him, one maybe a girl, tiny with red-stained skin, her expression twisted into a permanent scowl, then a fat one with what looked like nails sticking point-out from the inside of his belly, wearing a waistcoat and monocle, and a scrawny one with a nose like a pickaxe. - Excerpt from Lost for Words 1.1</ref>

Abilities and Art

Said to specialize in theft. Physically bigger and stronger than most goblins.<ref name=":0">Interview Notes 2</ref>

He has a lot of goblin contacts<ref name=":0">Interview Notes 2</ref> and is skilled in summoning and bullying smaller goblins. He's able to reach into the Warrens in seemingly random places and pull out goblin minions<ref>“I can call friends,” Bluntmunch said.

“He’s good at that.  Having dregs he can call,” Gashwad said.  “Not good at much else though, are yeh?”
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Bluntmunch prowled across the area, found a tree with a decent sized hole in it, and spat in his hand.  He drew in the spit, then shoved his hand into the hole.

He brought out a goblin, kicking, scrabbling and making sounds of protest, then held a calloused mitt to their mouth. - Excerpt from Out on a Limb 3.6</ref> and to bully minor goblins sent against him into switching sides.<ref>Bluntmunch picked up two of the gremlins that had overwhelmed his minions, then hollered in their faces.

He dropped them, and they scampered back.

He pointed, and they obeyed.

That was part of his deal.  Bossing goblins around.  Having that clout.

“Well, we gave them more troops,” Verona observed. - Excerpt from Out on a Limb 3.8</ref>

Chronology

Before the Story

Was a long term member of the kennetcommunity.

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