Eben's Circus |
Reta glares at the door ... or actually at the offending smell coming through it ... then she stalks around to either side of the cabin, looking for high-up-door-with-hard-airs (windows or portholes). If none are found by simply walking around on the deck, she goes and hangs over the ship's railing, checking for them on the ship's side.
Basically, either from the deck or on the sides of the ship, are there any windows or portholes into the room that holds the new Big Dog smell?
Draga, of the mist |
Reta scrambles around the mass of the boxy room, searching for an opening large enough to peek through. The back of the room ends at the front of the ship. A vine-choked gangplank with a mossy handrail descends sharply from the ship’s bow to the muddy ground below. One handrail seems to be encrusted with a large ball of dried mud.
The ball of mud on the bow is a actually a wasp nest. It appears to be attached to the gangplank via artificial means.
With the help of the dangling ropes, Reta manages to maneuver down the side of the forecastle, to a pair of windows. If there was ever glass in the sill, it has been lost to the wreck or the elements long ago. The openings would have been far too tiny to be travesersed by the longshanks that built this ship, but it's just big enough for a goblin to squeeze through. (Though Reta's head might cause difficulty.)
In the corner sits a hulking, rheumy-eyed, lumbering cur bigger than most goblins. It doesn’t bother the large number of bones and other normally irresistible dog distractions in this room, suggesting at least some level of domestication.
Eben's Circus |
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16; eep
So just the big, big dog in the room?Any other creatures, threats, or worth-noticing-oddities?
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Draga, of the mist |
This room is a blood-splattered chamber of horror. Dead rodents, snakes, and birds have been variously nailed, tied, and hung around the walls. At the far end of the room, a large cauldron bubbles over an iron stove set against the aft wall, its stovepipe chimney extending up through the ceiling. A bloody burlap sack sits on the floor next to the stove. The center of the room contains a long, rickety table surrounded by chairs that contain several grisly decorations—a whole family of skeletal goblins, their bones bleached white and bound together by reeds and twine.
In the corner sits a hulking, rheumy-eyed, lumbering cur bigger than most goblins. It doesn’t bother the large number of bones and other normally irresistible dog distractions in this room, suggesting at least some level of domestication.
Nothing alive...
Though the wood warps and creaks as Reta moves close to the porthole, the massive dog still seems unaware of her presence. She does notice that the hulking beast is much bigger than the other dogs they encountered, and it seems to be preoccupied with some bit of severely-gnawed bone.
Eben's Circus |
After spending a few seconds imagining creative ways of murderating and skinning the dumb-looking dog-thing, another idea hits. And Reta grins a wide, wicked grin before quietly retracing her steps back up onto the deck .. where she flags down Chuffy and the others.
Stealth (more sneaksies): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
She points to the door and pitches her squeaky voice low, ”Big, dumb doggy through door.” She then points to where the gangway leads to the ground below the forecastle, then touches Chuffy’s crossbow. ”Chuffy and Moggy sneaks down to small high-up-door-with-hard-airs and shoot or ‘splode BigDumbDoggy. Reta and Poog will waits at the door for BigDumbDoggy to scream out, then we’s come in and stabs it.” She looks at the group, a smug smile showing her pride in the masterful tactical plan, ”Sounds good?”
Some Random Goblin |
"Come on Moggy! Let's do this!"
Moving over to the window, Chuffy takes careful aim, and lets loose with a crossbow bolt!
Surprise Round:
MW Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20, for 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + (1) = 5 damage.
Eben's Circus |
"...Fine" grumbles Mogmurch, still not entirely sure how easily he would be able to gain higher ground.
Oh, I was suggesting you two take position outside the window on the front-side of the ship, then ambush the dog from there (which should give you some protection because the wording of the description made it seem like the dog would have a hard time getting out through the window.)
Eben's Circus |
Stealth, to get Reta in position at the door without being heard.
Stelath: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Eben's Circus |
Chuffy made his ambush attack roll HERE, and Reta is holding by the front door, ear pressed against it, waiting for it to cry out in pain. :D
So, Reta is Delaying until she hears he fall-out of Moggy/Chuffy's initial volley.
Mogmurch Goblin |
Moggy springs his ambush, hurling his bomb at the enemy Fido hoping his device blows it sky high.
BOMBS AWAY: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
BOOM BOOM: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
I'm actually scared of dogs so this is fun!
Eben's Circus |
At the sound of the dog’s snarl, Reta throws the door open and steps in ... hissing at the hated dog!
MOVE to open door. 5’ step in (map updated).
Draga, of the mist |
Poog nicks the flesh of the mighty beast, who is caught completely off-guard by the stealthy goblins.
~~ Round 1! ~~
Mogmurch
Reta
Chuffy
Poog
Cuddles
Initiative, Reta: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Initiative, Chuffy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Initiative, Poog: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Initiative, Mogmurch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Eben's Circus |
Reta continues her hissing advance, a song coming to her lips as she lashes out with the Gorge of Glutton.
”Reta not afraid of mutt!
Reta stabs it in its gut!”
Move adjacent (map updated), and stab it (including Dog-Sniff-Hate bonuses)
+1 dogslicer: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10
damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Draga, of the mist |
The giant dog squeals a final squeal as Chuffy skewers it again with a crossbow bolt! Bleeding out on the floor, the mutt's whimpers quiet, and (some of) you stand victorious in the ship's galley.
This room is a blood-splattered chamber of horror. Dead rodents, snakes, and birds have been variously nailed, tied, and hung around the walls. At the far end of the room, a large cauldron bubbles over an iron stove set against the aft wall, its stovepipe chimney extending up through the ceiling. A bloody burlap sack sits on the floor next to the stove. The center of the room contains a long, rickety table surrounded by chairs that contain several grisly decorations—a whole family of skeletal goblins, their bones bleached white and bound together by reeds and twine.
Chuffy killed the dog before Mog would have thrown his bomb, so no splash damage for Poog - this time.
Vs: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Vp: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
LLs: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Vp: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Some Random Goblin |
Chuffy's eyes widen as he sees the skeletal goblin family, and he shivers.
"Definitely mean nasty horrible people live here! Yes they do!"
He then gingerly moves over to investigate the bloody burlap sack...
Eben's Circus |
After a few minutes of dead-dog-kicking (one of Reta's favorite pastimes), she climbs on the table to get nose-to-nasal-cavity with the largest of the goblin skeletons.
"Does Reta know you from somewheres?"
Quickly losing interest in the boring conversation, she begins rummaging around the rooms random crap, looking for fireworks, shinies, or anything else useful/entertaining.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Draga, of the mist |
This room is used today by Vorka to prepare her meals, including her semi-monthly cannibal repasts. She apparently doesn’t always catch her ingredients from the Licktoad tribe, but those goblins are by far her favorite flavor, from the looks of the tribal decorations discarded from her victims. From the stories, Vorka is not normally a glutton—she can make a single goblin last for 2 to 3 weeks if she has to.
Unfortunately for poor Scribbleface, who after his exile returned to the wreck hoping to sneak in and steal some more fireworks, Vorka’s hunger was strong earlier this month. His left arm and heart are currently stewing in the cauldron, while the bloody burlap sack contains the rest of his body, including his uniquely branded face. Scribbleface's hideous fate should serve as yet further proof that writing words can, in the end, only bring you bad luck—or worse!
Draga, of the mist |
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Poog The Magnificent |
"Magic here...make-things-magic, like FIRE, and change-things-magic, like dogs into bugs..." Poog continues to sniff out the magic in the room, focusing intently, completely ignoring stupid Scribbleface.
Eben's Circus |
Reta stops, tilting her head one way then the other.
”Reta hear somethings. Two.” She points one finger below them and one toward the back of the ship. ”There and there.”
After another few seconds of listening, her huge, red eyes squeeze to slits in the direction of the aft section. ”One in back is moving through rusty door.” She looks at the crew, her expression wary, ”Vorka?”
Eben's Circus |
To be proactive...
Reta dashes forward, pushing the door quietly mostly-shut, but keeping the smallest crack to see what—if anything—approaches.
Stealth (to mostly-shut door quietly): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Perception (to keep an eye through the slit): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Eben's Circus |
Okay, I had an idea. If Reta notices that it IS Vorka coming, and he (she?) IS coming towards the room our goblins are in, I know exactly where Reta is going to hide. :D
So let us know. I want to be out in front of this if it's happening that way.
Draga, of the mist |
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Mogmurch and Chuffy duck down behind the bulk of the galley, just in time to hear a shrill, ear-piercing wail. "Tickletooth! Yous is killed! GrwaaaaAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Ascending the ladder in a rage, the nightmare in flesh approaches - Vorka the Cannibal! With her is a giant frog, hopping along behind. Running to the other mast, she cries out again at the sight of the other slain dog. "Scabtongue! Nooooooo!!!!!! Who do this? Vorka eat their FACES while they breathe!" Heavy footsteps stomp along the roof of the galley, headed back down the ladder to the main deck.
Yeah, she's headed your way, to see if the other dog finished you off. She hasn't noticed any of you, yet.
Poog:
You're detecting two level 2 spells, and one level 1 spell, all coming from Vorka.
Eben's Circus |
"VORKA COMING!" Reta hisses as she dives into the bag containing all the Scribbleface bits. There (if she has time) she draws out and drinks one of the potions from the spider cave.
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13; circumstance bonus for her clever (and gross) location?
Then drink the Potion of Bull's Strength, Duration 3 minutes (i think?)