Shifty |
Yard:
Reta sneaks along the barn, keeping to the shadows.
The Paddlefoot yard hosts a half-dozen low tables crowded
with food and spirits.
She can see the delicious cake, but there are two mean looking little longshanks looking at it - they are like longshanks, but goblin size. One looks like a she, and she is wearing a really awesome hat, a bridal veil.
Pens:
These outdoor animal pens house a total of seven fat goats and an enormous sow nursing her young piglets. The animals have good noses and smell the little Goblin raiders, and move away to the corner of their pens nervously - all except one plucky little piglet who moves towards you sticking its face up to the side of the pen to regard you with his squinty eye. He seems completely unphased by your Goblin-ness.
Princess Reta |
Reta starts towards the cake, but stops as she sees short longshanks near the cake. %&*$^. Bet they want eat it too. Still, two on one is not great number-stuff. Two fingers way better at poking eyes than one. Turning around, she notices that all the other new Licktoads are sneaking towards the barn.
Hah, they dumb. Not know cake is bestest! Wait, wait, what if they know something? What if Poog know of better food in barn. Is that it? They trying to leave Reta out of bettercake?!?
Fuming, she stalks towards the rest of the trip towards the pens. Double-timing it too them, she whispers "Hey, how about we let animals loose then have them run towards water? For no reason whatsoever, certainly no distraction?"
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch reaches out and scratches its head.
My Little Green Friend |
Poog opens the gate, and leaves it open.
He then rounds on the "friendly" little piglet, and sizes it up for use as a steed. If he thinks it of sufficient size, Poog tosses up a plea to Zarongel and attempts to climb aboard.
Handle Animal(untrained): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
Ride+guidance: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 = 15
Shifty |
The piglet takes a real shine to Poog for no apparent reason, and gets quite excited when Poog opens the gate. Mogmurch gives the piggy a scratch, and it responds positively.
Unfortunately the little fellow is still too small to be a decent battle-mount, maybe one of the goats would work if it wasn't so terrified. The piggy seems keen enough to give it a go though, and carries Poog out the gate to greet the other goblins.
Princess Reta |
Reta sees Poog try to get atop the tiny piglet and ride it. The gobliness rolls her eyes at how silly the spectacle is, but stays focused.
With the gate open, she waves her hands in the air and starts hissing at the animals from the south. She even throws a rick at one of the goats before taking a looming step towards them.
Thus confident a stampede northward is imminent, she starts running back down the other side of the barn, about to make a mad rush towards the cake the moment any of the shortshanks look away towards the loosed beasts.
Shifty |
Chuffy tries sneaking about, but frankly the big sow has a great sense of smell and he has no hope. He manages to get a hold of her though!
The bit of action makes the pushy little piglet all over excited, and it takes off like a skyrocket - poor little Poog is dragged along, holding on for dear life as the piglet tears across the yard and makes a beeline for the giant wedding cake, attacking the monolithic desert with a fervour that the entire Licktoad tribe can’t help but admire.
The party in hot pursuit arrives to see the carnage.
You hear applause and Goblin cheers off in the treeline, but poor Poog and his pig friend are now standing covered in cake - with two angry pint-sized longshanks.
Chuffy 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Mogmurch 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Poog 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Reta 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
ENEMY 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
R1
Chuffy
ENEMY
My Little Green Friend |
Poog uses his tongue to clear frosting from his eyes. "We not just Lick-toads, we also lick frosting!"
Taking advantage of the tight grouping of humans, Poog releases his best spell, catching both of the ugly humanoid things in the blast.
burning hands: 1d4 ⇒ 4
DC 12 Reflex halves
Satisfied with his handiwork, Poog hops to the other side of the table, putting it between him and the half-sized humans.
My Little Green Friend |
If they move to where they can't both be caught in the blast, Poog may do something different.
I was in a hurry and saw "R1" bolded ... I must have thought it was an indication for the party's turn. (I was rushing into a meeting where the Dept chair was speaking, so clearly I wasn't in my right mind.) I'll move Poog back to his previous square. (I'd moved him one square north of his space on the table).
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch would like to throw in another alchemist flask and not hit his other companions.
Alchemsit Flask, gourds 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 81d6 ⇒ 4
Mogsmurch takes out another gourd and this time running out attempts to lob it a the longshanks but he trips and the gourd spins slowly in midair as it slips from his grasp and falls forward.............
Shifty |
The Puss-Faced Avenger steers his unwilling mount right towards the fracas.
The two mini-longshanks seem REAL mad at Poog and duck around the table to whackinate him!
The man longshanks come around,
Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Then the Bridezilla comes punching!
Flank!
Attack 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 2 = 26
Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Criticool? 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25
Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
"Wreck MY wedding will ya!?"
Poog cops a massive beating, worse than wot Kettlehead got.
R2
Mog -
Poog - TKO
Reta -
R3
Chuffy -
ENEMY
M: 4
F: 4
Princess Reta |
Reta is faced with the most important decision of her young life.
CakedeliciousandlooksotastyandyummyandPoogsillytochargeinandprobablydeserve smackanddontknowwhat'wedding'isbutlongshanksclearlydistractedandcakerightth ereand...
But...but Licktoads four life, right? Be part of tribe means part of tribe. Even dumb Poo-ggg.
With a heavy sigh, she widely swings towards the woman (while still standing next to the cake) and stabs at her with the dogslicer.
"Hey, wedding. It just been revok-ed!"
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 for damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Crit?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 for another1d4 ⇒ 3
My Little Green Friend |
If they be punching, does Poog get AoO before dying gloriously?
And, I'm reaching here, but if they can't cut corners around obstacles (as is true for walls, for example), how did they have enough movement to move AND attack? Halflings have 20' movement, and they were 15' away before Poog moved backward.
My Little Green Friend |
Thanks for the explanation. I'd figured they didn't get cover because of the basic rules of cover, namely, that Poog was next to it and they weren't. (Actually, I had envisioned Poog on top of the table, before he retreated—another reason they wouldn't have had cover.)
Anyway, Poog is at -4
Stabilize?: 1d20 + 0 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 0 - 4 = -2
After the check, Poog is at -5
Poog the Pregen |
Poog is down!!!! Mogs internal mechanics begin to whir as little used parts of his brain is activated.
Heal, is Poog dead? 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2 <---Yes!!!
Does Poog need aid from Mogs? He's dead ain't it!
Should Mogs therefore beat longshanks? yes.
Attack!!! 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 181d6 ⇒ 6
After some instantous decision making that wouldn't have made sense as Mogs glances a the downed body of Pogg and withdraws yet another gourd as he tosses it!!!
Princess Reta |
Reta looks down at her late, somewhat lamented companion. A lass. I knew him sort of. He thought frog made him fancy. Where your god now?
Heal check: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Wait...
"Mogmunch, he not dead yet! throw away from Poog! And the cake, spare the cake!"
Realizing she does not have anything on her own that would help the situation, and not wanting to waste any cake on Poog, Reta frowns. Here eyes then light up. She knells over Poog, grabs the bottle he took from Kettlehead with the ugly elf lady on it {way back in post #85, true belieivers! - Z}and starts trying to jam it down his throat - the liquid in it that is.
So there may be like a 30% chance nothing happens, a 30% Poog stabilizies(?), and a 40% chance I just gave him alchemist's fire. If the latter...[smaller]whoops.[/smaller
Poog the Pregen |
lol. Hey Poog. lol roll that %tage check. It's entertainment at its highest.
Shifty |
Chuffy moves in on the pig, and takes a swing at the man!
Attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Damage 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
The man punches Chuffy!
Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Man 5
R4
Mog - TBA
Poog - TBA
Reta - TBA
R5
Chuffy - TBA
ENEMY
Half the Licktoad tribe is now standing around watching, and placing bets. You see various items being traded and put in the pot, including a banana and a sun-dried fish head.
My Little Green Friend |
Poog continues to lay unconscious, dreaming of slaying dogs and wielding flaming axes against evil horses. Were Poog conscious, he would will the man to trip over his inert body and accidentally smother himself in the mud so Poog would get the credit.
Poog is now stable at -1.
Shifty |
Reta gives the man a stabbering!
That lucky sun-dried fish head clearly helped her out.
M 7
R4
Mog - TBA
Poog - Dreaming of cake!
Reta - STABBY!
R5
Chuffy - TBA
ENEMY
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Poog the Pregen |
The cake looks fat too inviting as Mogs takes this chance and ignores everything, everyone and every sense as he dives into the cake, his jaws wide open!
Princess Reta |
Reta will take one more swing at the man, but stares daggers at Mogmunch. "Hey, Reta got here first! You just set Poog on fire! Save cake for me!"
attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 2 = 24 for damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
confirm: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 2 = 14 for more: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Poog the Pregen |
Mogsmurch eats cake? And Can Mogsmurch throw cake into Reta's mouth? lol.