Poog the Pregen |
I claim Poog lol unless the rest of you have prior claims.
Shifty |
You are goblins of the Licktoad Tribe. Or at least you will be someday. For now, though, you’re whelps—ravenous, amoral, grumpy goblin children who learned to stop eating rocks only a few months ago. But with every day that passes, your whelping cage seems smaller and smaller. The outside world increasingly beckons to your goblin curiosity (and appetite), but the hateful cage bars holds you at bay.
A few other whelps flourish in the cage, even as the smaller and weaker ones are thinned out. Kettlehead stands literally head and shoulders above the competition, being a goblin of impeccable flatulence and having already fashioned himself an impressive hat from a teapot left lying too close to the cages. Even adult goblins—legendary Chief Rendwattle Gutwad among them—have taken note of Kettlehead and his advanced skills of poking the rest of you with sticks and delivering bruise-inducing noogies.
But today is special. Today, instead of a bucket of fish heads, whelp-wrangler Loptop brought a key and unlocked the door to your cage, spilling you sorry lot into the world for the first time. Other Licktoads gather around, eyeballing you and chewing on the fish heads that should have been yours. “You all are too big for cages,” Loptop snorts. “But you’re not Licktoads yet. Licktoads gotta be useful. Licktoads gotta be tough! Licktoads gotta earn their places in the tribe. And that’s what you’re gonna do now! Show us where you belong, even if that ends being the boneyard!”
Allowing time for final check-ins, then we can start pushing forward
Poog the Pregen |
Too be honest, I can't remember what I picked. I'll go with Mogmurch since I chose that. Apologies to TomG.
Shifty |
All good mate - TomG stick to Poog.
Nightdeath to Mog :)
Every goblin tribe has unique traditions to mark whelps’ coming of age and to determine their roles in the clan. The Licktoads borrow a tradition used by nearby humans and force their young to earn a variety of so-called “badges” by succeeding at arbitrary and cruel tasks. More than simple patches, Licktoad badges are unique magic items, crafted largely through accident and goblin stubbornness, that grant accident-prone whelps a few second chances at survival.
Like potions, Licktoad badges can be used by anyone (although a full-grown goblin caught using one is rightfully shamed for playing with “baby toys”). A goblin can activate a Licktoad badge as an immediate action, usually in responseto some danger or special condition. If a Licktoad badge isn’t used within one week, its magic fades and it transforms into a useless scrap of cloth. Once a Licktoad badge is used, its magic fades forever.
Whelp-wrangler Loptop lines the four of you and a handful of other goblin whelps up for your assessment, excusing Kettlehead because of his obvious superiority and remarkable headgear. A large crowd of grinning Goblins come over to spectate - all carrying mud pies and their favourite bit of refuse and over ripe fruits and vegetables.
"We see how you go with being bestest Animal Friendship" cries Loptop with a malicious grin as he holds forth a leash expectantly.
You may prove your mastery over dangerous creatures by tying a leash to a particularly large spider - of course the spider might well have some other ideas on the issue. The choice to do so is 'voluntary', but not trying/amuzing your fellow Goblins may have a consequence.
Wrangling the head-sized scarlet spider requires a DC 9 combat maneuver check,
followed by a DC 12 Dexterity check to tie a secure knot.
Princess Reta |
Reta grumbles at Kettlehead's skipping of the takss, but keeps it to herself. Be quiet and wait. Full Licktoad first. Then see what else Reta can use that kettle for...
The beautiful goblin spares only the briefest of glances at the other whelplings for the moment, but the moment Loptop holds out the leash Reta rushes into action. She'll be the first goblin, and the best at animal stuff too!
Approaching the spider, leash in one hand, Reta fishes the other grubby mitt into her pocket. It emerges with a handful of wood lice, which she places before the spider. "See lotslegs? Food for you. Eat up, before they scurry away!"
Waiting until the vermin is suitably distracted by the meal or if that takes more than a few seconds, until she gets bored, Reta then rushes forwards and tries to hold the beast down, while drawing on her experience with her own bulbous head to help fit a good loop around the arachnid.
Wrangle!: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Tie!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
My Little Green Friend |
Poog considers racing forward to try and beat Reta. He could, but maybe he can steal the crowd's attention instead.
"Behold," he says "Goblins be great because of Zarongel also be great."
Poog throws his hands in the air, and prays loudly. "Oh, great burninator, It's uh, me, Poog. Grant Poog power of winning. And winning more than Reta."
guidance
Then, a bit more under his breath, Poog casts touch of fatigue, and dances around the little beast until he gets a successful touch.
Hopefully, reduce the spider's CMD by 2, making the DC 7?
touch+guidance: 1d20 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) - 3 + 1 = -1
"Hah! You sneaky spider think you can dodge from Poog's god-power?!"
Wiping the mud from his face and ignoring the jeers from the watching goblins, Poog tries again.
touch: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (18) - 3 = 15
DC 11 Fort negates touch of fatigue.
CMB to wrangle: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (16) - 3 = 13
Dexto tie knot: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
"Zarongel says you 'knot' go anywhere, spider!"
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch watches.
Mogmurches grins
Mogmurches stalkes!!
stealth 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Morgmurches studies!
[ooc]Knowledge (nature) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Mogmurches Wrangles!!!!
Wrangle 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (5) - 3 = 2
And again! 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (16) - 3 = 13
And Knots!! 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Shifty |
Reta makes spider wrangling look like childs play. There is much gasping in surprise at her brilliance.
Poog upts the ante - apparently hes a magic Goblin, much amaze.
Fort 1d20 ⇒ 13
The spider is having none of this magic business though, but too bad - Poog gets the leash on.
Mogmurch tries neackstabby style - all goes well until her accidentally grabs at the fangs.
Attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Mogmurch gets bit!
1hp damage, and DC10 Fort save or -1 Strength
He then ties it up!
Chuffy - TBA
Mog - Yay!
Poog - Yay!
Reta - Yay!
Poog the Pregen |
The Fangs......
Fort Save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Yep -1 Str.
Mogsmurch grimaces at the bite but he still gamely goes on and gets his tied up.
Shifty |
Chuffy gets in and wrangles the spider!
All the Goblins did gud! You all gets a shiny Animal Fiendship badge!
Licktoad Badge Benefit: Following a successful attack roll against a creature of the animal type, the user of this Licktoad badge increases her damage from that attack by +1d6 points. This extra damage is not doubled on a critical hit. The user can decide to activate this badge after rolling the regular damage for the attack.
"That a good show! But now we want BETTERER show! Nothing funnier than hurt Goblins! You do HAPPY BEAT!"
The whelps must injure themselves in creative ways for the tribe’s delight. Each whelp’s attempt deals 1d3 points of nonlethal damage to himself (especially creative injuries deal an additional 1 or 2 points of damage). The whelp can make the injury entertaining with a successful DC 15 Bluff or Charisma check, gaining a circumstance bonus to this check equal to the amount of nonlethal damage sustained. Whelps can retry this challenge so long as they remain conscious.
My Little Green Friend |
Poog likes fire. More than animals, and definitely more than other goblins.
Hey, if it's only 1d3 ...
Poog looks for a tree. He doesn't like trees, but sometimes they burn well. He wants a big one. He pushes a small caldron of water under it. Maybe oil. Maybe oily water.
The diminutive goblin mutters a quick "prayer". "Uh, Zarongel? Your bestie, Poog, here. Don't let me die, okay?" Then he begins to climb.
Guidance
Climb+guidance: 1d20 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 + 1 = 13
Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
Once at the top, he looks out over the branches, and tries to line himself up with the waiting cauldron underneath. He mutters another prayer, then he calls forth holy fire, hoping to catch the tree and the branches underneath him on fire. Poog has a vision of him standing gloriously in the flames before diving into the small caldron of water. Or oil. Or soup. Or whatever.
burning hands
fire: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Poog jumps. Through the burning branches, hoping to land in the pot.
Base attack + Dex+guidance: 1d20 + 0 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 0 + 2 + 1 = 10 To target his jump into the pot.
Poog is a crowd pleaser? (Cha)+nonlethal: 1d20 + 0 + 1d3 ⇒ (18) + 0 + (1) = 19
"Oww..."
My Little Green Friend |
Chuffy's huge effort is rewarded by a thundering round of applause.
Some of the goblins throw their old fruit and vegetables into the pot with Chuffy, half hoping he stays in there!
Poog "Harrumphs" slightly in his pot, water streaming down his face, and looks around wondering why everyone is cheering for Chuffy.
;-)Then he lets out a very ungoblin-like shriek as he notices someone tossed in a bar of soap. Poog climbs quickly out of the pot, tripping on the lid, and spilling it on himself. Rotten vegetables flow in the mud around him, and he stands as regally as he can.
Poog nonchalantly brushes something green, leafy, and partly rotten out from behind his ear, and sniffs the air haughtily.
Princess Reta |
Seeing 'Chuffy''s grand display, Reta decides use her head to come up with a good way to make the real Licktoads laugh. Eventually she settles on using her head.
Reta takes out her monster beetle and puts it on the ground facing the Rusty Earbiter. "Hey BiBee, you get back here!" she yells as she exaggerates chasing the beetle closer and closer towards the device (sometimes needing to nudge the beetle gently towards it, other times correcting its path less gently.)
When BiBee finally starts crawling through the wires of the contraption, Reta crouches down and starts to move into it herself, wincing and loudly yelling as the Earbiter's hooks rip into her. "Hey, no fair! I get stuck!" She calls out through the pain, playing up how cramped her large skull is getting.
damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2
Finally popping her head out with a *RRETT* she holds up her hoarded spare ear and angles only one side of her head towards the crowd. "This supposed to come off, right?"
Reta's Beat so Happy: 1d20 - 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 + 2 + 2 = 3
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch looks around.
Sleight of hand to hide attack. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Attack with Rock 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 101d3 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
Charisma 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9
Attempting to have the surrounding goblins beleive that a rock came out of nowhere to have it land on his head, he mucks up. Badly.
He tries again but somehow the fates conspire against him as he glares at the rock before.........
Sleight of hand to hide attack. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Attack with Rock 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 101d3 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
Charisma 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
picking it up again to attempt to curry more favour.
Sleight of hand to hide attack. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Attack with Rock 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 211d3 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
Charisma 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
feeling slightly whoozzy, he gives it a go once more.
Sleight of hand to hide attack. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Attack with Rock 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 191d3 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
Charisma 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16
Shifty |
LOL
Poog gets out of the pot with the evil soap! Poog has rapidly become a crowd favourite!
Reta manages to stop the cheering - people admire her big head getting stuck, but they not overly impressed.
Mog manages to go for the magic third time lucky - the crowd eventually gives a round of applause, if nothing else - for the sheer determination!
Chuffy Lickwound, esq. |
"Amateurezs..." Chuffy exhales broodingly.
The whelp Chuffy knows that everygoblin loves to see the misfortune of another, and nothing is more misfortunate than somegoblin's whelp-making bits getting smashed... so the Chufster uses some puss from his face sores to stick his cicada shell onto his crotch area. He then runs up to the Licktoad Chief yelling, "Helpzis, Helpzis... a bugz is on my whelpmaker! Killz it wit yous foots!"
Chrismia: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
[dice=CMD- Dirty Trick - "Kick me in the Jimmy!"]1d20-2+2[/dice]
damage- Non-lethal ball brusing: 1d3 ⇒ 1
"Kicks it againz!" hoping that the additional crunching sound will add to the clan's enjoyment...
Chrismia: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9
[dice=CMD- Dirty Trick - "Kick me in the Jimmy!"]1d20-2+2[/dice]
damage- Non-lethal ball brusing: 1d3 ⇒ 2
Weakly the whelp adds,"Almosts deadz, one more timzes!"
Chrismia: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14
[dice=CMD- Dirty Trick - "Kick me in the Jimmy!"]1d20-2+2[/dice]
damage- Non-lethal ball brusing: 1d3 ⇒ 2
Shifty |
The Goblins stare aghast at the Jimmy kickin'.
Chuffy notes they only started clapping after the third hit - either they waz stallin or three is a lucky number. Same happened to Poog.
Every wins the Happy Beat Badge!
Licktoad Badge Benefit:
The user of this Licktoad badgegains DR 5/− against a single attack, and is hurled 5 feet away from his attacker in a direction he chooses, landing on his feet. The user can activate this badge after he is hit, but before damage is rolled.
There is polite applause again as the older Goblins examine all the smashed whelps.
"That big head goblin still has her noggin stuck, unstick it"
Reta is roughly dragged from her self imposed trap/
"Singing songs and hurting feelz we know is sign of genius Goblin - now you show us how mean you can be!"
To prove her wit, even in the face of extreme pain, each whelp must deliver a clever insult while chewing on a hot stone plucked from the fire pit. A whelp must succeed at a DC 8 Fortitude saving throw to hold the hot stone in her mouth the first round; calling out a clever insult that same round requires a successful DC 14 Intelligence check. Whelps can try again if they fail the Intelligence check, but the DC for the Fortitude save increases by 1 each round, and a whelp can’t try again once she fails the save. When a goblin fails this Fortitude save, she reflexively spits out the hot stone before it actually causes damage.
My Little Green Friend |
Chuffy notes they only started clapping after the third hit - either they waz stallin or three is a lucky number. Same happened toPoogMoggy.
FTFY
Poog stares around exasperated, wondering why everyone either ignores or misattributes his grand feats of machismo and daring.
Words. Words are Poog's Bread and butter. Or toadstools and bug slime, if you prefer. Poog grabs the first hot rock with confidence, and almost swallows it accidentally.
Fort: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9 Too close for comfort
Int + trait: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) - 1 + 2 = 10
Not content with a simple insult, Poog breaks into goblin song:
"Reta's face like thorny plant,
Mogmurch poopied in his pants,
Chuffy's boils turning orange——"
Poog stops, suddenly realizing he's made a mistake. How can he rhyme with 'orange'?!
Biting through the pain, Poog starts over.
"Kettlehead makes kissey face
With longshanks' girls
(a disgrace!)
And Reta's head be empty space."
He adds in a stage whisper, "That's why it be so big."
"Chuffy dumber than a rock
And stinky feet and moldy socks,
Moggy dresses up in lace;
And Poog is gonna win first place!"
Fort-second round: 1d20 + 0 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 0 - 1 = 18
Int + trait: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) - 1 + 2 = 15 Bam!
In recognition of his accomplishment, Poog grabs nearby frog and positions it on top of his head as if it were a crown.
Fort-third round: 1d20 + 0 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 0 - 2 = 12
Just to show he can, Poog keeps the hot rock in his mouth a third turn, then casually takes it out as if it wasn't a bother at all, and flicks it at Kettlehead.
Poog the Pregen |
Fort Save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Intel Check 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Mogsmurch tries it and despite enduring the heat, spits it out after.."hottttt"
Fort Save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Intel Check 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
"it's realli reallli hot!!!"
Fort Save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Intel Check 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
"Blergh"
Shifty |
FTFY
Doh - keep picking up on the forum names :p
Poog delivers what will soon be known forever after as THAT poem, and the Goblins all giggle and titter at the content.
Kettlehead looks furious and bares his teeth, certainly not liking the jimmy rustling, you think there will be some beef about this in the future...
Mogmurch just burns his tongue.
Poog YAY
Mog nay.
Princess Reta |
Brazenly, Reta plucks one of the hot stones and throws it in her mouth.
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Int: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11
"Chuffy's face looks...green!" she says proudly. It takes her larger brain a few seconds to realize that's not exactly an original insight.
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Int: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
"Kettlehead's head so thick, he forget where skin end and helmet start!"
Dumb Reta, Stupid Reta! Kettle too cool, we all wish had kettle protect us from vultures. Focus!
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Int: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
"Mogmurch cheeks too hot!"
%^*$^% Why you no funny like Luagh-lot. Whole tribe like him until chief get mad and feed him to Squealy Nord. Get funnier
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Int: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
"Poog so jealous of Kettlehead, he try too. think grey frog is metal. Poog is dumb!"
She grins at this last one, spitting out the stone in confidence. Nailed it!
My Little Green Friend |
Doh - keep picking up on the forum names :p
@Shifty: At this point, I almost expect it to be a running gag. Every time Poog does something great, I'll wonder who else will get the credit. ;^)
@Reta: Very well done. ROFLM(tiny green)AO.
Poog the Pregen |
lol What a goblin like thing to do. Don't give Poog credit!
Shifty |
At that point the Goblins thought the day had peaked, but then along came a Reta and with another ripper that started off slow and ended in a tongue poking ripper of a tale.
Kettlehead is seething mad by this time, and you wonder if the kettle might start whistling soon from the steam coming out his ears.
All eyes are on Chuffy!
Shifty |
Chuffy appears to be picking his nose, the spectators throw rotten food at him.
The winners are given a a Hurtful Words badge!
Licktoad Badge Benefit: The user of this Licktoad badge can call forth a stream of blistering invectives against a single creature with an Intelligence score of 3 or higher within 30 feet. This allows the user to attempt an Intimidate check to demoralize that creature with a +5 circumstance bonus on the roll. If the user’s check exceeds the target DC by 5 or more, her target is staggered for 1 round instead of shaken. This is a mind affecting effect.
"But one last challenge! To prove the nimbleness of your teeth, tyou whelps must dig
worms out of the mud without using hands or feet!"
You are shown to a patch of horrible dirt. The other goblins smile.
Each time a whelp gulps down a mouthful of mud, he must succeed at a DC 12 Perception check to find a worm within. Once a goblin finds a worm, he can avoid swallowing it with a successful DC 14 Reflex save. A whelp can swallow three mouthfuls of mud before he is too full and sick to try again.
Chuffy Lickwound, esq. |
Sorry, tough times in the Pentagon of late!
The ever-sticky Chuffmeister, habitually late to the game, stumbles up to the brazier to grab his hot stone. Without missing a beat, he pops it in...
Fort DC 8: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Int DC: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
... but what happens after is less than impressive
"Murbless izz surtifinds, haqut sizewrld mofturblin."
He steadies himself for a second go...
Fort DC 9: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Int DC: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13
"Blachh!"
"Ploughin' Sh!teb@lls, dem rocksiz iz hot! Likez how my pee burnz after a night with Moog's ma!!" "Wah? too soonz Moogz?""
Epic fail by Chuffster!
Princess Reta |
Just so I understand: we make a Perception check, then if successful a Reflex save to avoid swallowing the mud and the worm? And three failed Reflex saves mean we get too sick to go on?
What happens if we fail a Perception check? Or does failing either of the checks count as a eat-the-mud black mark?
Shifty |
Eat the mud.
Perception to find and pull out worm.
Fort save not to get sick guts.
Fail perception check then that ok, but only find HALF a worm - not gud.
Fail three fort saves then find ALL The worms, but they are all eaten, and no more mud for you.
Name of the game is to eat mud, but find a good and pristine worm (not bitten)
My Little Green Friend |
Rolling his eye (and briefly forgetting about the frog on his head) Poog decides there is nothing else to do but obey. But he does say a little prayer first. guidance
Mouthful the first
Perc+guidance: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4
Poog doesn't find any worms. Maybe the goblins playing tricksies, and giving Poog mud with no worms. Poog glances to the side and sees the other whelps continuing. He braves a glare at the goblins not eating mud—particularly Kettlehead—and tries again.
Mouthful the second
Perc: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Ref: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Poog feels a live worm slither between his pointed teeth, and ...
... accidentally swallows it. The worm certainly tastes better than the mud! But Poog still needs a live worm.
Mouthful the third
Perc: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Ref: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Bracing his stomach for one last attempt (and confident knowing that he's performed better at the previous challenges than his whelpmates, especially the insufferable Momurch), Poog screws up the courage for a third bite of mud.
Again he's rewarded with a worm! But Poog is hungry from all the thinking—singing goblin songs is hard work!—and the worm gets accidentally swallowed with the rest of the mud.
And now Poog is full. But he ate mud, and that was the show the goblins wanted anyway. Does Zarongel like mud? the little cleric wonders. Maybe he could eat some worms for me.
Chuffy Lickwound, esq. |
TRY 1
Chuffaluffagus, eager not to be last again, plunges his boil ridden face into the deepest, muddiest mud his giant head will allow, and with gusto, shakes the remnants off as he begins his search.
DC 12 Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 13
DC 14 Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
After a few tongue twists and head tilts he produces a plump pink worm!
"Maybeez dis stuff willz mor infectz King Bubble," refering to the largest pustule on his face,"and makes him mor biggerz!"
TRY 2
Feeling emboldened, Chuffbro gives it another go, just to show up for his last poor performance...
DC 12 Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 3
DC 14 Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
This time, he is unable to fins a worm, and only succeeds in swallowing copious amounts of sludge!
TRY 3
Enjoying the first feelings of nausea setting in, Chuffmeister goes again:
DC 12 Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 3
DC 14 Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
but again, he is met with nothing but mud (and an overactive gag reflex)!
TRY 4
With 2 mouthfuls of mud dancing in his gullet, the whelp, less enthusiastically, gulps up another mouthful of ooze.
DC 12 Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 18
DC 14 Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
This time he immediately feels the wriggly activity of a large nematode and is able to remove it without harm! That's two for the Chuffinator!
TRY 5
Feeling like he has one more in him, His Chuffness tries again.
DC 12 Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 11
DC 14 Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
This time, his last time is met by only mud, but he is able to spit out a shiny onyx stone before swallowing the mouthful of offal and promptly vomiting everywhere!
Poog the Pregen |
Knowledge (Nature) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
First Mogsmurch stalks around the patch, determining where the worms likely are to be. Of course he makes sure his position is near where all the other whelps are as well.
Perception vs 121d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Reflex Save vs 141d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
He shovels mud by throwing himself headfirst into the patch, churning up mud to spray all around him.
Unfortunately, he misses a worm and gets half, he spits it out and attempts to sneak in a worm from somewhere else but doesn't quite do it.
Perception vs 121d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Reflex Save vs 141d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
This time he feels one within his teeth but he swallows it in his haste to grab another worm from another of whelp, likely Poog the whispering one.
Perception vs 121d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Reflex Save vs 141d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
This time as he rolls about the patch of mud, he doesn't even feel anything slimy but no matter, he makes a move as if finding a worm and spits it out, disgusing his movement as his lips pursed and suck in another whelp's worm and throws it into the pile.
He stands upon his pile as if to say,
Heh. with mud dripping all over him.
Those Rolls. lol.
Princess Reta |
Reta grins as she sets herself to the final task. Didn't know how much being Licktoad had to do with putting stuff in mouth. I have big mouth, works good!
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Reta has little trouble finding worms as she plomps her face straight into the mud, but her excitement at getting the squirming creatures causes her to start bragging...and bragging leads to her choking on the mud as she swallows it and the worms whole.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
With tensions high, Reta takes one more big chomp on the mud. She easily feels a squirming insect in her mouth. But what to do? Tell people about it? Or stay quiet and calm and boring and just tease the worm out right?
Reta chooses option 3: she wedges the living worm against her teeth as she spits out the mud as far as she can. Opening her mouth wide to show the worm still safe inside, she yells. "See! Reta good at finding worms and Reta good at spitting. Double Best!"
Shifty |
Sorry, tough times in the Pentagon of late!
That's what happens when one takes the Kings shilling!
Poog has a full belly, but the way it gurgles and bubbles seems to alarm nearby Goblins who eye him with morbid curiosity.
Chuffy is the king of worms for a little while - and then earns the nickname 'Chuck-y' as he produces mud spaghetti.
Mogmurch starts really making a show of it. Being handsome and popular.
Reta earns some potential suitors - but they are fearful of her deadly spit aim!
"this the best show ever!!"
The crowd cheers once more as you get you all get a new shiny badge - the Squirmtongue Badge!
Licktoad Badge Benefit: The user of this Licktoad badge
can reroll a single saving throw he just failed, but he
immediately falls prone.
The crowd disappears, and you are now free from your whelping cage and free to roam the village. You see Kettlehead and his flunkies striding out of town, being waved off lovingly by Chief Gutwad.
You are given until morning for your next challenge. An opportunity to rest, or go scavenging anything of interest
My Little Green Friend |
Poog considers lobbing a mub ball at Kettlehead's backside, but chooses to ingore the his nemesis instead. Maybe the lug will get eaten by a horse or something.
Content with his new-found freedom, Poog roams the village, drinks slime-water from a nearby pot, and stretches his legs before eventually retiring for the evening.