Princess Reta |
"Stand still Poog. Not wanna hit you face this time!" Reta says as she swings her club at the cat on Poog.
Is the cat in Poog's square? If so, Are Poog and Reta 'flanking' it? I always forget in cases like that: if we are, add 2 to the below
swing at cat, not toad. oh, and not Poog either: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 for damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch walks up and attempts to brain the cat with his quarterstaff.
Attack 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 21d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2
My Little Green Friend |
Poog makes his sad panda face, and screams in evil frustration. "This terror must be half dog (or maybe even half horse!) to be so vicious!"
club(if at first you don't succeed): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
Cry, cry again.
The toad atop Poog's head gives an encouraging 'ribbit', but it doesn't help Poog hit the cat.
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch definitely doesn't want crazy cat on him so he swings his own weapon hard
Whooopppp 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 41d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2 <---Wowo that's hard
Princess Reta |
Reta considers trying to wrestle the dumb cat, but decides watching Poog have to duck is too much fun to not try again.
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 for damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Ooh, even if not flanking with Poog, Reta is now flanking with Chuffy! Add 2 to the attack, if it matters.
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch will take that swing!!!
Warghghhghhh 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 81d4 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1
Mogsmurch giggles as he swings wildly!! The brommstick makes such a nice whistling sound as he swings it at the cat making Poog a scratch post! Maybe Cat will just go for Poog first.
Chuffy Lickwound, esq. |
Chufness gets calm, then takes a measured swing at the overpowered feline, attempting to remove its thinking parts.
Club melee vs cat: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Damage?: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
(Are you kidding me!)
Poog the Pregen |
"ARGHHHHHHH" goes Mogsmurch battlecry as he proceeds to attempt channelling the goblin wariors of old.
1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 171d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2
His quarterstaff becomes a frenzy of wild swings, making it rather hazardous to be next to him..........
My Little Green Friend |
To confirm, dmg rolls less than one are still doing 1 non-lethal, right?
Poog, senses the end is near (although whether for the scary beast or for Poog, he's not sure), and swings his club again.
club: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
dmg: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2
Shifty |
To confirm, dmg rolls less than one are still doing 1 non-lethal, right?
Correct
Poog manages to get in a well timed blow and sends the thing flying into the long grasses with a resounding THWACK! It isn't looking so grabby now.
/end combat.
All that remains is to present the final toads...
The cave is otherwise dead silent.
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch goes find the body and gives it a few more good thwacks to ensure the cat isn't getting up.......
My Little Green Friend |
"Hah. Poog definitely be mightiest."
Full of renewed confidence, Poog once again removes the toad from his head (shaking off a bit of the sticky mud that held it there), and presents it mightily to the dark.
Poog holds the toad aloft and sings goblin songs of glory.
"Our Licktoad fury has not ceased
As Poog has felled the fearsome beast!
(well, other Goblins helped, a piece)
"
... Poog struggles to find a good closing line ...
"And Chuffy's boils smell like yeast!"
As he marches forward, Poog also keeps his eye out for any treasures in the cave. It wouldn't be right if lesser warriors claimed it before Poog the Magnificent.
Shifty |
The interior is dark, but goblin eyes pierce the gloom, revealing leaning and partially collapsed shelves, heaps of shattered pottery, a junk-strewn table, and rusting animal traps. A partially mummified but mostly skeletal human body slumps against one wall—the fabled “Spirit of Darkfear.” A broken-off, cobweb-strewn horsechopper (now useless as a weapon) juts from the corpse’s chest.
Searching the hut reveals two tanglefoot bags, four smokesticks, four tindertwigs, a meat hook, flint and tinder, some metal skewers, a rusty watch chain, a small wire cage, a pair of broken spectacles, a set of thieves’ tools, a set of false teeth, and a half-eaten, raccoon-scented bag of hardtack.
Chuffy Lickwound, esq. |
Chuffy smiles broadly,
"Face art DOES smelz of yeasty!" and he claps joyfully. He follows Poog, his new best friend into the cave!
He will quietly help himself to:
1 tanglefoot bag
bag of hardtack (to share, of course!)
Princess Reta |
"Hey, Spirit aint so tough." Reta says as she cautiously enters the tent and looks at the corpse. "He stuck there dead!"
With the utmost solemnity (not), Reta holds her way-too-fat toad up and declares to the skeleton. "Here Spirit: Reta showing how she true Licktoad." She takes a good lick of said toad. "See? you can't even licktoads yourself, Cause you got no tongue."
My Little Green Friend |
Poog helps himself to the other tanglefoot bag, as is his right, being the first to enter the cave. (Poog glares at Chuffy for grabbing the hardtack first, though.)
Poog also helps himself to the broken spectacles and watch chain. He turns the latter into a gaudy necklace.
Shifty |
[ooc[Can retcon any closing comments for the Cave :p[/ooc]
With their bold quest complete, the now full-fledged goblins are free to make their way back to Licktoad Village.
***
A colorfully painted wagon sits half-sunken in a patch of foul-smelling mud. Abominable words decorate the side of the wagon along with paintings of potions and magic trinkets. Bottles, barrels, pots, and all manner of real potions and curios poke out from beneath the bulging canvas that covers the top of the wagon.
A strange lady with an awesome hat is currently yelling at a donkey. She stops for a moment and waves at you like you are all old pals, and continues hassling the big dumb animal.
Pic in slides
She looks JUST LIKE the picture on the bottle of yuk-yuk-yuk healing water you got off Kettlehead.
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch doesn't take much things from the cave except for a piece of one from the corpse.
"Keepsake." is his answer if asked.
Looking at the lady though, Mogsmurch is able to draw a comparision of the long shank standing there with the picture like the smart goblin he is.
My Little Green Friend |
Poog offers to trade most* of his possessions for a potion that will make him breath fire.
* Possessions worth trading: chewed stick, half a banana, handfuls of dirt (3), square of burlap, wooden goblin doll, and the newly acquired broken spectacles and watch chain.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7
Shifty |
She starts gesticulating and smiling broadly and talking... it sounds like blah blah blah, but Mogmurch makes it out as longlegs, which is good, as he speaks longlegs!
Turns out she is selling more of these wonderful yuk-yuk potions for geeeepeeee's. You don't have any geeeppeeeeees though...
"Magical Maggies Miracle Medicine mends all your maladies! Just fifty gold pieces!" She exclaims then pauses a moment, perplexed by the more explosive request from Poog, translated by Mogmurch "I have these lovely bottles of Alchemist Fire! Just THIRTHY golds to such a discerning buyer - I have a couple, how many you want to buy!?" she smiles warmly.
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch scratches his head.
What's a GP?
He begins to translate to the others what the barmy longshanks wants.
Princess Reta |
Reta will have grabbed the meathook and a couple of smokesticks.
Reta bristles as Mogmurch begins talking to the lady. Why everyone but Reta have cool hat? And look at that red hair - look stupid. She have dots on face too, probably sick. Not nearly pretty as Reta.
As Mogmurch explains the humanwords, Retsa asks him "Ask her why she trade with mighty goblins and not run in fear? We Licktoads now: that means we true part bestest tribe."
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch translate word for word for Reta, telling the longshanks.
Shifty |
She pauses a moment awkwardly, as if that is not part of the usual back and forth of a trade pitch "Best tribe eh? That means the wealthiest no doubt! Excellent! So you have enough gold to buy these mighty offerings!" she looks delighted and holds up the flask of fluid tantalisingly and a hound out expectantly.