The blacksmith steals your prize-winning goat

>The blacksmith steals your prize-winning goat

But why?

To make goatsteel of course?

Godspeed fair blacksmith.

His got too loose.

It's part of his culture. If he gets away with the goat then he earns the right to marry you.

He doesn't own any livestock and want to practice crafting bardings.

He wants the right to shoe your horse.

He wants to armor up the goat.

It's a well kept secret that pig iron is in fact goat iron.

It is the worlds most durable goat, he wants to test if its a good anvil.

He's bet his last month's earnings against your horse at the races, and he's trying to upset your horse so it does poorly (and the missus won't kill him for blowing all their coin on gambling again).

He's a goatlover

To fuck of course

Because he wants to ear it without paying.

Awfully hard to smith iron with one hand isn't it, theif?

Because the blacksmith goat nothing to lose

Source?

ISIS agent detected

The goat knows. Thus why it must be silenced.

Why don't you fucking prove it infidel.

Because I stole his prize-winning wife.

Because he is a jelly breton. Goddamn bretons. She was also me wife.

Because it's an overgoat, only the bestest of elite goats.

he wants free enchants on his gear, this happens each Tuesday. its a thing.

I chortled

goatspeed

>Overgoat
>Not Heptagoat
>Not even Ubergoat

Fucking pleb goatherds.

I wonder what the hell goat demons do all day. Devils get all the spotlight with their ambiguous soul trading, but we barely know anything about goat demons other than that they're buff as fuck, seem to work as hired muscle for the devils and for some reason the more powerful ones don't mind being kept as pets.

Despite the fact they have a chance of fucking stealing from the Bazaar and are fluffed with an eldritch Lovecraft-aura of terrifying goatiness.

A prize winning goat is like a 15 million dollar car at the time.

Hes going to make a quick buck.

The prize my goat won was in blacksmithing.
He's getting rid of the competition.

I still have no idea how my goat holds his tools.

Don't question the goat. There are answers you don't want to know. You think Mr Eaten is terrifying? You know nothing about the GOAT.

The blacksmith believes your goat has more potential than just being readied for prize shows all the time. The goat's going to be his new apprentice, and forge the finest steel in the realm.

He needed a gift for his daughter/wife.

To keep the Cubs from winning the World Series.

...

Because sometimes they just get your goat.

He discovered my goat is a metal golem, and he wants to reverse-engineer it for profit.

Oh, Aye. This sword be o' the finest Dwarven make, the metal painstakingly milked from the finest goats, bred fer their rich metals by Dwarves fer centuries!

>I wonder what the hell goat demons do all day.

"A blacksmith stole my prize-winning Goat, so I...stole his eyes. A fair exchange..."

Thanks for the chuckle, I needed it.

Because I stole his prize making anvil

...

This was rather amusing.

Tell me the source of this wonderful zing

>But why?
goat piss steel, the only thing better than a virginal redhead's piss for quenching

Fell's five. A d&d comic that's pretty great imo

Only sadness lies down that path friend.

He found out that my goat was actually a princess of another plane.

Welp, looks like we'll need another blacksmith. *throws ax*

What jab comic?

He plans to imitate a demon to scare off other black smiths by wearing the goats horn and covering himself in their blood

Because he's always been jealous of me beautiful wife.

Sauce on these?

a great thing that will never be continued

Obviously the goat IS the blacksmith.

The creature which has possessed the blacksmith's body and imprisoned him in the goat is attempting to get rid of the evidence.

Berserk, shortly before second Eclipse.
And some low quality western incest comics I can't be bothered to remember the name of.

>But why?
Over a matter of 80 dollars

Jab comics

He need references to make the perfect mecha-goat.

My gm is shit at writing.

Post more goatly shenanigans.

...In the yellow hell of its eyes, you see only resignation. 'Braah,' it says, gently. 'Braaaah.' ... You heave the body painfully into the well. ... Here comes St Cerise's candle, to light you to bed. One day, perhaps, it will chop off your head.

You've gained 2 x Seeking Mr Eaten's Name

Not really

Wait!
It wasn't the blacksmith at all!