Sparque moves through the muck…slowly. He tries not to swallow his own tongue as the monstrous creature rears and somehow doesn't smooth Zunk. Sparque begins his guttural chant again…again using an odd word he scrounged from somewhere - a devilwurd for horse...
"Equus wreck us
No you won't
We will Tear you
A new throat
Step up lads and stick him fierce
His devilblack hide we will pierce
Quickly quickly in the muck
No more will he have good luck"
Free Action: Don't swallow tung
Move Action Move from B -7 to A -5
Standard Action: Goblin Chant (Bardic Performance) - Inspire Courage
Freigaar runs to circle the fearsome horse, following the length of the fence on his left and splashing mud all over.
"Muck too mucky, must take high ground from mighty stomp horse!" As he spoke out his plan plucked his legs through the muck.
"Time for Mog's special Make Throw Better Conncotion." He guzzles some strange and foul looking liquid that makes him more limber and adds a thicker layer of skin to his bones. It also drops his already horrid wisdom to dangerous levels.
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.
*Burn make the climb check to ascend the plank
RD 2
Initiative Order:
Zunk
Stomp
Burn
Sparque
Freigaar
Mog
RD 2: Stomp
The vicious goblin eating horse continues it's assault on Zunk,
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A large chunk of greenish=grey flesh is torn off Zunk's meaty side.
The rears up and double hoof stomp attempting to crush the goblin skull,
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Unfortunately, his hooves miss grinding the double chinned goblin into the mucky muck.
Burn was able to climb up the gangplank (It's a DC 10). You have height.
Remember everyone has +1 Att/Dam from Sparque's song of inspiration.
Instead of one of his precious bombs, Mogmurch tosses a flask of liquid that ignites upon contact with air.
After having been burned by Mog, Freigaar now waits for the alchemist to attack before stepping closer to the horse and taking the heat once again. As soon as the bomb explodes, he advances to attack. "Die, horse, die! Chop, chop! We kill you and then we kill your dog masters!"
Burn Teeth Biter stood above the awful beast that was beginning to tear into Zunk.
"Now monster, it's time for me to show you my true power!
He grit his teeth together and called the power of Darkness and fire, channeling it through his Dogslicer. Raising the weapon above his head he jumped off the plank as Black flames erupted from the hilt, covering the blade.
The goblin hoard comes to the fat sneak's aid. Burn unleashes a terrible attack on the horsey's head, cleaving it off. Freigaar is not one to be left out of claiming kill credit so swings at Stomp as it momentarily stands before it begins to collapse. Then at that very moment Stomp's back begins to roast away like meat on an open fire.
The dreaded horse, Stomp, breaths no more.
"Yesssh!" Zunk cries their victory. Then he looks at the chunk missing from his side. "Owwwwwwwwwiiie!"
Sparque was just about to unleash the fury of diatribal doom when he notices the horse is now defunct. He hastily confines the memory of Burn leaping into mid-air and removing the equine terror's head to a portion of his brain entitled "Stories wot get good food after".
"Well done yooz. Keep sharp lads. Dogs maybe nearby."
Sparque ambles over to help move the carcass away from Zunk and see what ails the rogue.
Burn Teeth Biter was simply elated by his victory over the massive beast. Grinning ear to ear, he threw one hand to the sky and gave a cry of victory.
"Yaaaaagh!"
He didn't even remember that there had been howls until Sparque's warning echoed in his ears.
His mood destroyed, he looked over at the wounded Zunk and stepped over the very sneaky Goblin, pulling his very chewed up healing stick out as he did.
"Here bite down on this." He said quickly.
Zunk happily munches on the stick, then stands and gives his side a flex. He cheers and grabs Burn Teeth. "Zunk thanks you! Now, inside we goes!"
"Aw poor Zunky git a booboo? Need Biter to kiss and make better? Haha." Mog settles into a fit of maniacal laughter that borders on crazy. Whatever he drank seems to have unhinged him a bit. Then, like a flipping a switch, he changes to serious. "Let doggies come. Burn them too." Mogmurch then moves towards the planks and waits for Burn to continue up as he had. There is now a different flask in his hand and it contains an ugly green liquid.
Burner you are on 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. all the activity has that large ball of dried mud teetering on the edge of breaking away. this seems to be getting the nearby wasps upset.
Zunk and Sparque are too busy chatting about ther greatness to notice anything, but Freigaa and Mog each see some angry wasps buzzing around Burner.
"Uh oh." Biter said as he turned to run up the gangplank onto the boat.
Zunk slips right up.
Mog catches the recognition in Freigaar's eyes and slaps a hand over his mouth so he can't warn anyone. "Shhhhh," he says smailing mischievously. Freigaar can see the promise of great times ahead in Mogmurch's eyes.
"Wot?" says Sparque, cleverly. He looks up and notices burn and Zunk heading up the plank and decides he should follow to both prevent them from stupidity and if he can't, record it faithfully.
Freigaar is about to speak up to reveal the wasps' presence when Mog interrupts him. He immediately understands Mogmurch's purpose and grins, anticipating a cloud of insects taking on Burn, Sparque and Zunk. Much fun! He jumps up and down excitedly. "Yes, yes, go up the plank, we right behind yous!"
As sparque begins to climb slips and the muddy clump dislodges and falls. Several wasps buzz around in a fit.
Zunk and Burn your spines tingle as the nasty hound sound is close by.
Freigaar decides it will be more fun to throw th wasp nest on his allies later, perhaps during tha party with fireworks fater they return. He wonders if it will fit in his pockets.
Both Mog and Friegaar dive heroically towards the falling wasp nest. Unfortunately for Mog, the much stronger brutish goblin tramples him into the mucky muck as they both lunge forward. Mog' groin feels Freigaar's knee firmly planted as barbarian wrestles the wasp's nest away. To the victor goes the spoils!
As you get onto the gangplank and the ship itself you notice two rickety wooden platforms—crow’s nests—sit on the masts, ten feet above the ship’s deck below. Each is linked by a pair of thick ropes, and additional ropes hang down from the platform on the stern-most mast to the deck.
The sound of two woofing dogs can be heard nearby.
At the top of the gangplank is a wooden building/cabin that blocks your view of the main deck. The main deck of the shipwreck is cluttered with objects both natural and artificial. Thick swaths of leafy vines grow over the deck, and shiny green patches of algae and moss grow where the vines do not. The central cabin's roof has a wide edge, creating a canopied walkway along the ship's sides. You can walk around the two sides of building.
"Oooh. Zunk look ahead." Zunk moves slowly forward, scouting.
Biter moves ahead, hand outstretched looking for the sources of the woofing noises.
Zunk and Burner each try to sneak around the cabin to catch a glimpse of the feral dogs barking. Burner's not overly perceptive as he gets distracted by some of the brightly colored algae. Zunk is quite but his vision is blocked by some of the vines.
The other three finally make it up the gangplank and curiously wonder where the their companions have disappeared to. Did some strange mojo make then vanish. Their eyes focus in on the dangling skulls and bone windchimes.
Unfortunately, Scabtongue is too busy enjoying a good lick to notice either of the goblins approach.
Sticking the dog-slicer into his over sized jaw, Burner reaches over to the ladder and pulls himself onto it and proceeds downward to the next landing.
Sparque de-mucks himself and wih much goblin aplomb follows his fellows up the gangplank, this time without falling...
Mogmurch pulls himself out of the mud where Freigaar had buried him. He couldn't really be too mad. Sure he wanted a bee bomb but Freigaar wanted it more. He could appreciate that. He only hoped the barbarian would use it wisely. And now that the moment of clarity was gone..."We they go?" he asks stupidly at the top of the gangplank. Neither Zunk nor Burner are in sight.
Zunk keeps sneaking around and looking for trouble.
Sticking the dog-slicer into his over sized jaw, Burner reaches over to the ladder and pulls himself onto it and proceeds downward to the next landing.
Burner the ladder that is near you actually leads up to the roof of the small cabin.
do you you still want to move to that ladder?
Everyone can make out three distinctive barks, each with it's own characteristics. the is one that is echoing from within the ship that sounds fierce, it's growl is blood curdling.
Freigaar follows Burn up the ladder, bumping his head against the cleric's behind, and carryng the wasp nest in one hand. "Go, go, you too slow! What you see up there?"
To Burner's great surprise when he steps out to take hold of the ladder leading up to the roof, he finally notices the source of some of the barking.
As Zunk walks near the deck rail and past the mast he notices for the first time a nasty dog attached to a rusty ole chain. It is growling at Burner whose bulbous eyes see the dog for the first time.
Freigaar (-A: 4 is inside the cabin), I moved you to -B: 4
Mog it's going to take a full round action to clmb up to the roof.
Initiative order:
Zunk
Mog
burner
Freigaar
sparque
Scabtongue
You notice a five foot patch of brownish green fungus right near you that seems to have moved slightly.
