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Pip looks up at his friend's worried face

"I don't know Oso, these guys seem to have their own way of doin' things. They don't seem too worried about them."

A sudden sound like a bobcat stuck in a meatgrinder startles him. He looks over to the prone form of Stigwold which has just begun to snore.

"I guess we should sit tight for now."

Pip rubs his eyebrows, a nervous habit of his.

Spot: 1d20+4=7

The distance and Pip's small stature make it difficult to see what's going on in the lizardman village.

"Psst. You seein' anything Oso?" He whispers to his tall friend

Pip whispers to Oso

"Hey man gimmie a shot of that flying juju if things get hot ok?"

Pendobar 'Pip' Bushytoe wrote:

Spot: 1d20+4=5

Pip, enjoying a cigarillo as they paddled along, is oblivious until Altai warns the group. He flips the cheroot into the river and perks up.

"Gothcha man."

Elgan!!! Litterbug!!!!! ;)

Hey its biodegradable! :P

Spot: 1d20+4=5

Pip, enjoying a cigarillo as they paddled along, is oblivious until Altai warns the group. He flips the cheroot into the river and perks up.

"Gothcha man."

I vote boat. Good to have in a tight spot

Pip stretches and then picks up Lucille.

"You do what you gotta do Oso. I'm gonna work on those tricky changes in my new song."

Pip starts strumming.

" I saw Riese throwin' fire like a hose
smacking that giant right upon his nose
With Beldan Vale fighting with the rest
The Regulators stood up to the test."

He looks up at Riese.

"That satisfy you?"

Pip wakes up and stretches. He opens one eye and looks about.

"Ahh nothing like a new day in the big outdoors.."

**SLAP**

"Man these Hool skeeters are as big as stirges."

Pip sleeps deeply, dreaming of piles of gold and halfling women with flashing dark eyes

“Well actually we have a bit of leeway where it comes to criminal,” Beldan says an an aside to Pip, behind his hand. “Evil, not so much. So … you think Gittik might be a long lost cousin eh? That’d make for an interesting family reunion…”

Pip looks up from his strumming

"All hobbits are cousins some way or another. Most hobbits can do their cousins out to the fourth degree. There's usually a common ancestor somewhere."

Pip squints at the dirty hobbit

"You do look real familiar. I'm a weird hobbit in that I don't know my family much. I was an orphan an' I mostly grew up at a Loftwick inn working as a groom and spitjack as a kid. Picked up the bard trade from the visiting minstrels that used to play for meals there."

Pip goes back to his improv zydeco tune

"Then I saw ol' Stiggy grow like a tree,
Then take down a giant one two three,
While Gittik ripped out a lizardman's throat,
Then Elgan keened and lightning smote,
Though the foe were big and ugly louts,
the Regulators put them to rout."

Lucille wails out the lively swamp music as they float along.

I gots nutttin' but time now :(

Pip keeps the tune up and begins to throw out a few lyrics as Oso jigs around the Leg-Man's deck

"Never saw a sight so fine,
As fleet-footed Oso markin' time,
As the Leg-Man sailed down the ol' bayou,
With Cap'm Quorkus and his lively crew,
With the Regulators at their side,
Down the ol' Hool marshes green and wide."

Pip looks at his friend

"Shure enough that sounds about as good an offer as we're like to get. Sure beats trying to think up tunes glorifying miserly border knights and chatting up dumpy peasant chicks."

Pip unslings Lucille when Oso starts to dance and keeps tune with a lively zydeco riff.

Pip fends off Tenser laughing.

"Down slobberhound! Who's this fellah? You a good boy? Huh? Are you a good boy?"

Pip rubs Tenser behind the ears and flips him a piece of jerky.

Pip rummages in his backpack for his pouch of sea salt. He licks the bridge of his index finger and thumb. He pours a pinch of the coarse-grained salt on it. He licks it up, tosses back the tequila and bites the lime. He offers the salt around to anyone interested.

"Yep, me an' Oso were coming downriver to look for opportunities. Didn't quite expect the demon lizard and green giant show though."

Pip pauses and grimaces as the purple worm tequila hits his belly. He looks over at Oso.

"Say big guy, weren't we talking about some weird demon-battling juju dream you had right before all the ruckus?"

Pip's eyes gleam as the tequila gets passed around.

"Well, even if you were called the Scumbag Horde I don't think anyone in their right mind would mess with you."

Pip raises a glass of amber fluid

"May Asmodeus hear of your demise while you're climbling Mt. Celestia!" He toasts

...

"Say dere chere,' HE says to the brightly attired dandy. "Yew kin play dat reel purty dere. Ah dare says dat wuz sum o' de best yodelin' ah eveh heared! An' dat joke,... Ah bouts fell outta deh sky when ah hears yeh!"

Pip bows to the shapechanging elf.

"And you master elf, when I saw a hawk tossing lighning bolts I almost fell outta the sky myself. That was a strange fight, and no mistake. Do you cats know what those red lizardfolk are all about?"

Pip looks at Gittik. The hobbit looks very familiar. Tough to say with all the dirt and gore smeared on him. Pip sticks out his hand.

"Hey brother nice work on that big lizard dude. I'm Pip Bushytoe, originally from Loftwick. You kinda look familiar, you got kin out in the Yeomanry? I got some cousins back there."

Pip bows.

"As I have been working my way down this river I've heard a lot of talk about Riese's Regulators. I can see it wasn't a bunch of river rat drunken bullsh*t. Pleased to make y'alls acquaintence. I'm Pip an' this fine gent here is my travelling companion Oso."

Pip strums the coda of his fight song. He alights on the deck by Oso and gives him a wink

"Nice job."

Pip takes a good look at the newcomers. He slings Lucille and smiles at them.

"Thanks for the cavalry thang. We'd have been lizard chow for sure."

Trying to ID group, Knowledge (Local): 1d20+5=24

Here's what she says:

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! OOOOOOOHOOOHOOHOOHOOHOOO!
(GZZZZZZK)AAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEEHAW! HEEEEEHAW! (SNORT)"

rolled a bloody 3 on the damn saving throw.

Nice!

Pip waves jauntily at his friend Oso. He looks for anyone looking badly beat up. Lucile returns to the hard crunching 2/2 tempo flamenco style that had marked the beginning of battle.

Anyone look bad off?

Pip stays well clear of the lightning-spitting hawk. It seems to be on his side, but you never know ....

Pip keeps an eye out for any crew (or Oso) who might need a quick healing. He sees Bonehilda clamber out onto the deck and decides to try and incapacitate her. He begins plucking a light melody on Lucille.

"Hey Gruesome! A necromancer, a priest of Pelor and a bullywug all walk into a bar ....."

Casting Hideous laughter on big ugly. Will save or 6 rds prone.

"Them's tough. Use magic on dem, Pip."

"You got it Oso!" Pip calls from his aerial perch. He starts riffing a dissonant set of chords on Lucille, the music swelling to a cacophonous roar.

Casting Sonic Burst at the lizardmen trying to kill Oso. Obviously trying not to include any friendlies in the 10' sonic burst radius.

Sonic blast damage: 1d8=7. fort save to avoid stunned state for 1 rd

Pip flits over the battlefield making Lucille wail like a banshee. He pauses to throw a Glitterdust on the big lizardguy trying to make pancakes out of a singularly dirty hobbit.

"Hang in there cousin!" He yells

Pip launches himself into the air as Oso casts his spell. He starts hovering over the ship and strikes a few martial cords on his battered guitar.

doing an Inspire courage ballad.

He looks over at the approaching boat.

Spot: 1d20+4=9

A sudden distration draws his gaze back to the melee.

Yikes! Talk about in media res!

Pip had been thinking about Oso's dream ...

Knowledge (local)1d20+5=23, Knowledge (History)1d20+6=26

When the sounds of fighting break out. Oso grabs Pip and tucks him under his arm. Pip is used to such indignities, and goes along.

"Man, just when I thought we were gonna have a smooth ride downriver." He laments

Pip has been enjoying the trip on the Leg-Man as he enjoys much of life, one day at a time. As the day ends he tries out some new fret changes and works up a satire about the last 'patron' they were employed by,

"Old Sir Robliar was a miserly soul,
with the taste of a goblin,
and the breath of a troll.

"He squeezed his coppers so hard he made them into wire,
He wouldn't spare you a drink if your @ss was on fire."

Unsatisfied with the rhyme scheme he puts the guitar down, pulls his wide brimmed hat over his bushy-browed eyes and goes to sleep. Later, his road companion Oso wakes him up and tells him of his dream.

"That's some weird dream juju Oso, whatcho think it mean?"

Here's the bare bones of Pip, the lounge lizard hobbit. I need to gear him up still, will work on that today. I did the math with the RPG Explorer program, so feel free to audit the numbers.