A strange little creature, standing far shy of the 3' mark, casually walks up next to the wounded Alcheringa and turns to take in what is so engrossing south of their position.
His hemi-fetid breath is a melange of pickled snails and the sweet stench of women's perfume. Lazily lounging atop the goblin's bulbous sick-hued skull is a ratty bicorn cocked akimbo at a jaunty angle, perhaps an early warning sign of the twisted creature that has donned it. One bulbous crimson orb is visible, the other residing behind a threadbare eyepatch, scant inches above the noises that drew your attention before he announced his presence. If the crepitus sound of masticated snail shells is not enough to make the druid lose your lunch, the eruption of snail guts, wrought by needle-sharp teeth lancing into one of the tougher molluscs, is bound to. Wiping his too large mouth with the back of his green-skinned hand, leaves you wondering if he is smiling or simply leaving his maw agape to eat off your face.
With the mismatched bicorn hat, eyepatch, stereotypical captain's outfit his clothes give at least a passing impression of what a pirate might wear, if the goblin had ever met a pirate.
After waving to Silklur he continues walking until he is in the middle of the fray with the arachnids. Wandering closer he looks up at each of you, and more importantly your belongings, as a prospective home buyer might survey a new property, and says, "Permission to come aboard?"
There is a space of a few heartbeats before he remembers to add an awkward "Arrr" at the end of his sentence.
Jinx smiles, in what he hopes is a friendly manner, but it's just all sorts of disconcerting.
A 'bomb detector' of sorts he must be, since he only carries a heavy eyeless child's toy, rather than any weaponry. Jinx cocks his head to the side as if the answer was obvious to all present,
"Me hunt a trap,
Fall flat on face,
Take little nap,
Stand now here in dis place."
Running his fingers along his belt he tucks in the conspicuous rat's tail lest it betray the rationale for his departure, or worse have someone else grow hungry and want to share the sumptuous repast that awaits.
Poking the fallen spider with his doll he wonders how it would taste if he pickled it.
Sidling up next to Vaughn, since he is not quite sure whose side the great cat might be on, especially with how it glances back at the tasty tengu from time to time, glances he also shared since raw tengu flesh sounds might tempting. Then again eating a big cat with a tengu inside sounds so much more appetizing. Now if he could just get the tengu to eat a rat: Catratengu.
A line of spittle falls from his gaping maw.
The motion is shielded by the eyepatch, but Jinx blinks one eye and then the other, separately from one another, as if only then fully realizing the truth of the situation around him. He certainly was not going to skulk in behind the one with the other bug right behind it, thank you very much no siree.
Jinx had attracted enough attention already, and with that in mind he works on doing his best impression of blending into the backdrop:
Stealth: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (14) + 24 = 38
The child's doll is cocked back and ready to be aggressively swung in case someone does glance his way.
Two adventurous fingers, up to the second knuckle for both, had traversed up Jinx' left nostril, acting the role of fishermen in search of sustenance that clings to the side of the flesh cavern's wall. Vaughn's words shake the goblin from his reverie, which also evicts the be-sodden fingers, leaving behind a long string of accusatory ick between face and phalanges.
Crimson eyes widen, well at least you imagine that the second eye wides, though it's just conjecture since it is hidden behind the eyepatch, staring in mouth agape wonderment that the human had seen him when hiding. No one saw him when he was hiding. This man must be special.
Reaching out he grabs hold of Vaughn's leg for a moment and gives him an awkward and seriously snotty hug. "You smart. Me like you." The words were a bit difficult to understand since they were spoken around the fingers jammed deep into his mouth.
Jinx was far too polite to point out that by the looks of Vaughn, he should also heed advice about getting stepped on, because the man looked like someone had used him to play a rousing game of punt orc.
M Human Fighter / 6 AC: 23 Touch: 16 HP 70/70 Init: +3
the trouble with posting Salfon's actions is, he doesn't have a "spells prepared" section on his char sheet. If he had Neutralize Poison, or Slow Poison, I'm sure he'd cast that to save Al . . . but we dont' know!
Jinx leans in close to scrutinize Kyren, ensuring that the halfling has no kobold, horse, dog or gnome blood running through his veins, before flashing a gap-toothed smile that turns to distrustful awe at the overt display of magic that rips past his head.
Lip seal and then part just wide enough to let forth a prolonged, "Oooohhh, pretty."
Berry's lob is perceived and tracked with a tinge of confusion until it erupts, and then the tiny rogue claps his hands together in excitement.
Tossing a dirty thumb at his tiny chest the goblin proclaims, "Me Jinx", as if that would explain everything to everyone's satisfaction.
The conflagration is sufficient to spark the diminutive rogue's interest in having Kyren survive another day, if only for more fire shows, or perhaps because the halfling is a god of sorts, or it could be explained simply as a whim that pushes him into action to move closer to the little guy and launch an attack.
A relatively large sack, smelling of tar, resin, and other sticky substances, finds its way into his non-doll-wielding hand and is launched at the closest spider.
Suddenly from behind the group (AP 30) a powerful and deep voice calls out, "Iomadae heal these worthy warriors that they may fight evil another day!" as a tall figure in gleaming fullplate and a crimson cloak raises it's glowing sword. The sword flashes once before a wave of soothing white energy explodes from the blade and washes over the group.
"We can do introductions later my freinds but for now I beg of you to trust my good intentions. Iomadae surely foresaw this moment and your need for us to cross paths and I will aid you in this fight!" The figure says taking a firmer grip on his glowing blade and broad sheild that proudly displayed a downward pointing longsword whose hilt and crossgaurd were surrounded by a golden sunburst.
Never played a character with intimidate and diplomacy before. Should be fun.