DM Frogfoot's Goblin Mayhem Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Dalton the Thirsty

Chief Meatsnacks: "Gobbo Warleaders, REPORT IN!"

"Blibberblab here, Chief! I just finished a new ditty about that time you beat a giant."
I pull out my ragged songbook, open it near the middle, turn it 90° and begin.
"There once was a goblin named Meatsnacks
And he gave this giant a few good whacks.
With a great frown,
The giant fell down,
And the goblin made off with his pack!"
Doesn't scan perfectly, but what do goblins know of poetry?

A (relatively) handsome golbin sweeps in, bedecked in robes of the latest cut, hair that has seen a brush in the last week, and an aura of death and pain. He is surrounded by 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 1 = 10 fawning sycophants which he pays scant attention to.
In a voice that is a mockery of courtly guises he spits out, "Retzack the Black has come unto your bidding, my lord. How may my cosmic powers serve thee?"

I assumed imperfection was left in to make it more...gobliny.

Thanks for reminding me Retzack. Everybody, roll 2d6+Cha and gain that many goblin followers. Fodder moves are listed in the campaign info tab, don't forget to use them! They're generally too cowardly and ineffectual to help you directly unless you command them to.

I scurry out of the hut and hop on a big rock by the fire.
"Listen up! Da Chief wanted us for something big. So let me hear you!
Rah! They say goblins are small.
Heh, goblins are green.
But we know goblins is mean,
So let's show them all!"
+Cha: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3) + 2 = 9
I return to the tent with 9 fired-up gobbos.
Hey Retzack, I think I might start writing a ballad about your bizarre experiments for a starting bond.

Chief Meatsnacks is one of the biggest goblins you've ever seen. He stands almost as tall as a man, with a belly larger than many of your heads. The Chief prides himself on his gluttony, and even now his tremendous mouth is chowing down on Leg of Elf, a rare delicacy. He waves the light-skinned leg around recklessly in one hand, his other hand clutching a tremendous club.

Outside the Chief's Manor, where he gathered you all, he is surrounded by a writhing mass of noisy goblins that crawl over one another and bite and scratch mercilessly. Occasionally the Chief will bash one of their heads, collapsing his victim's small skull in one blow. The rest of the goblins cheer and begin pulling their freshly-dead fellow apart to eat him piece by piece until not even the bones remain.

Most of the goblin tribe follows his bellowed commands to gather nearby the Chief's House. The chief glares around at his tribe fiercely, over 600 goblins strong, then smirks in satisfaction. "Now, Marvexa," he rumbles to one of his nearby shamans. The shaman nods and approaches the center of the gathering. POOOF, and the shaman summons a cloud of twilight-blue smoke that billows out of the very earth around her feet. From the smoke comes an illusion; the illusion of a drow elf.

Chief Meatsnacks points at it with his club. "OY! DESE DROW ELVES BE ENCAMPIN' TO THE NORTH! THEY LEFT THEIR CAVES FOR TO TAKE GOBBO LANDS! TAKE GOBBO STUFF!" spittle flies from his thin lips as he spits in apoplectic fury. He hurls his club at the drow elf illusion. It keeps going through the picture and crushes three smaller goblins at once when it lands on the far side of the clearing, to more cheers.

"YOUSE WARLEADERS ARE GONNA CRUSH 'EM! KILL 'EM! EAT 'EM!" Meatsnacks roars, stomping both feet in emphasis.

Retzack smiles benignly and bows. "Thy will, my hands."

As he walks he makes a mental note of which of his followers are most expendable. Summoning horrors always goes smoother if the way is paved with loyal blood.

I pump my fist in the air and turn to the enthusiastic gobbos behind me.
"You 'eard him, we's shooting pasty elveses. Now go get my bow!"

I' m here! I'm Here! What do you want?

I am not quiet finished, but I am checking in.

PS, Done now except for bonds of course.

followers 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

Haluk wanders over to the chieftain's meeting with a few of his more fanatical followers. His bloody chainmail clinking and clattering as he moves, while his robes underneath flow with him. A mace is secured to his belt and he holds a bloody dagger in his hand. He the look of one touched by the gods.

Chief Meatsnacks I have just completed a sacrifice to the gods, and read the entrails thereof. The signs are good my lord, now is the time for war. The gods demand more sacrifices."

I think bonds are the only thing I have left as well

Followers: 2d6 - 2 ⇒ (6, 5) - 2 = 9

Get back here! My experiments are not that dangerous! It is all for science!

Meatsnacks lets an evil smile cross his lips as he surveys his warleaders. "Come back with drow blood on your teeths...OR DON'T COME BACK AT ALL!" he roars, swinging his Leg of Elf all around in wild gestures. The rest of the tribe joins him in screaming, and the din of goblin voices can be heard for miles all around. Meatsnacks' Horde is a very successful one, having routed two smaller and poorly defended human settlements recently to expand their territory. 600 is a horde of unprecedented size for gobbos...almost enough to hit critical mass, and start a Waaaagh.

"GO, WHELPS! SERVE YOUR WARLEADERS AND DIE!" Meatsnacks puts a thoughtful finger to his lips for a second. "No, wait. SERVE YOUR WARLEADERS OR DIE, THAT'S HOW IT GOES!" Your Fodder troops rally around each of you and shake their primitive weapons in the air, screaming bloody murder.

The journey to where the drow are encamped is one day away. Let's see your Perilous Journey rolls to see if you get into a random encounter along the way!

As they walk, Retzack talks shop with Squick. "Oh, I now see what you were talking about. On my latest experiment the subject really didn't scream enough to reflect effective implantation. So I killed him to save time. Much more efficient."

Retzack has evolved beyond keeping track of such dross as rations and dangers. Were he to take his gaze off of Powers Cosmic, one could not contemplate such hazards as would befall them. But he does nominate Most Holy Haluk as Quartermaster, Squick as Trailblazer, and Blibberblab as scout. They are free to do or do not as they see fit, Retzack trusts to their handling of such matters.

Trailblazing: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 5) + 1 = 8

Squick makes ample use of his Alcimic Emitter Torch to blaize a trail, sometime quite literally.

Haluk spends much of the journey preaching about the gods need for sacrifices and keeping an eye on how much the smaller goblins eat.

2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 5) + 2 = 12

"I'm going to keep an eye out for those dumb elfsie's."
Scouting +Wis: 2d6 + 0 ⇒ (2, 5) + 0 = 7

Retzack feels a Newness flowing into some Other Realm, it is the realm that gives him powers beyond his ken. Suddnely he feels himself as a Prodigy, and the Abyss takes a form of The Tower. He feels he is suddenly capable of Protection, although he is more in alignment of the laws of his order. (And since the laws of his order are "As what one does what is best for himself, he does what is best for the group", he can only break it by being overly generous without care for profit. Sheeyah! Right! =)

A grey mist of Protection suffuses and surrounding Retzacks form as he mumbles in a language long since dead, concentrating on placing an Aura of Safety around himself.

Doing whatever The Tower means by 'protect myself': 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 5) + 2 = 13

His sycophants falls on their knees with a gnashing of teeth and rending of clothing at the awesome Tower of Iron Will that now surround their master. He appears to be dressed in a haze that resembles the grey brick of hardened castle walls.

Is...is that how you do it? This can all be a dream if I'm doing this opposite of how it should be done. =)

Taking a New Year's Day break, be back soon!

So it looks like Haluk's iron-fisted control of the rations means we only spend three total? And pretty cool spell description Retzack.

Your travel takes about as long as the chief predicted - you see, the chief knows that gobbos like to spend a little extra time BLAZING while trailblazing, and factored those delays in to his estimate of distance.

Haluk Godtongue controls the amount the lesser goblins eat with an iron fist, yet his preaching and ministrations inspire them to march on with even greater savagery than if they had full bellies. None of you need to mark off a ration, since the journey is only one ration long and Haluk reduced the number you consume by 1.

Retzack: Choose two, or let me choose 1, whenever you cast a spell:
• Your magic's effect is temporary or superficial.
• Your spell affects either much more or much less than you wanted it to.
• Your spell has unforeseen side effects.
• You draw unwanted attention or put yourself in a spot. The GM will tell you how.
• The casting saps your energy. You take -1 ongoing to Cast a Spell until you have a few minutes to clear your head.

Blibberblab: You scout ahead of the warband, creeping through the brushes. Everything goes well until you come face to face with a hound dog, a bloodhound. Your racial instinctive hatred of dogs comes to the fore and you snarl at it, causing it to go yipping back...to its human masters.

You see a group of six or seven humans carrying weapons and pulling a wagon across the path that has some goblin slaves in a cage inside. "Hey, another goblin!" one cries, as he sees you snarling at his dog.

Since you rolled a 7 on scouting, the random encounter didn't get the drop on you, but you don't get the drop on them either - they know that there are more goblins about.

Blibberblab, you make it back to the warband safely, but you can hear humans crashing through the forest behind you, making a huge racket with their cries and the barking of their dogs. The warband, you hear them coming too. What do you do?

For the Protection spell, I imagined it having a duration of Concentration, or at least some hours, and casting it while on the journey, so for now lets go with it Saps my Energy (so I need to take a moment's pause before journying again) and I draw unwanted attention or put myself in a spot.
I...I have no idea what that would mean, so I guess I'll find out.

I'll hold off on reacting to the encounter until you get a chance to respond.

We'll say that you being the spellcaster is very obvious from the effects of your spell. When the humans arrive, they immediately notice that one of the goblins looks like a mage, and will fire a net-gun at you! Roll Defy Danger - Dexterity before the encounter even begins to avoid being pinned to the ground by a weighted net!

Haluk will begin chanting and take on a fearsome disposition letting the power of the gods flow through him.

2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6

However the gods fail to answer his prayers. "The gods demand these humans blood as sacrifice. Our efforts must succeed without their aid, to prove we are worthy of their notice. Onward my friends and let the earth drink their blood."

It is as you say, Haluk Godtongue. Until the last of these humans are dead or routed, take -1 to cast a spell and mark an XP!

2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8

Retzack dodges sort-of nimbly from the netgun.

How'd that go? Can I get to the summoning Lovecraftian horrors now?

I look towards Squick and begin the Goblin Chant of Slaying.
"Rah, rah, stick 'em inna eye!
Rah, rah, bake 'em inna pie!
Rah, rah, no matter what they try,
Rah, rah, theysa gonna DIE!"
Arcane Art (+2d4 forward to damage)+Cha: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 6) + 2 = 10
As the chant finishes, the words seem to take physical form. They twist and coil around Squick, wrapping him in thorns and barbs.

Retzack: You dodge the net, but your followers aren't so lucky! They get trapped under the weighted net - you can't use them for until they are freed!

Blibberblab: Your magic gives Squick's weaponry a keen edge.

The humans cheer at each other as they round the bend to see as many goblins as you are. "This'll be a great haul, boys!" one of them shouts, as he levels a shotgun at you, Blibberblab! He fires, BOOM! what do you do?

Meanwhile, three other humans draw their swords and charge, screaming! Two of them try to chop down at you, Squick, while a third begins charging Retzack!

Incidentally, there isn't really "initiative" in this system; take as many actions during your post as would make sense. The system trusts you not to hog the spotlight too much!

Haluk will charge the man with the shotgun after he fires. "Acolytes, seize that man for sacrifice."

Haluk will attempt to smash the man to the ground so his minions can restrain him.

guessing I need to roll hack and slash.

Hack and Slash2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 1) + 1 = 7 for 1d6 ⇒ 5 dmg

Do you add your strength bonus to damage?

I dive behind the nearest tree, squawking in fright!
"Not good for Blibberblab!"
Defy Danger +Dex: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 5) + 1 = 8
Nice hit, Haluk. No bonus to damage, I believe. Also, could Defy Danger on Str work for a knockdown?

It really depends on what's happening in the fiction! Haluk is taking an aggressive action to beat the man with his mace, so Hack and Slash would be appropriate here. If he were trying to shove the muzzle of a shotgun aside so a gunshot misses, that would be a Defy Danger Strength. Also you're correct Blibberblab, no Str bonus to damage.

Blibberblab, (god it's hard to type your name quickly without typos) you dodge behind a tree effectively but two of your cohorts are blasted! One of them has a huge semicircular hole blown in its side, and the other one is headless. Ouch! -2 Fodder.

Haluk, as you charge the man with the shotgun he tries to fire at you. You knock the muzzle of the gun away, causing it to go wide, and press closer. His eyes widen in fear and he manages to punch you in the face - take 1d4 damage, ignores armor! Besides that cheap shot though, you hammer home your mace on his arm and knock away his shotgun. One of your "acolytes" moves to pick it up! The human draws his sword with his off hand, his arm looking broken from your mace hit.

Retzack has one human charging him with a sword drawn, and Squick and two other humans are squaring off cautiously.

"These gobbos are fightin' fierce," one of them comments to the other one staring Squick down. "Knockout gas?"

"Knockout gas," the other one agrees, and makes to open his coat.

Retzack sighs as he sees his woefully incompetent followers entrapped by a simple net. He retreats from the humans, pulling back the net as he goes.

2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

Having rendered his followers more assistance than they deserve, Retzack forgets about them, and the world they live in. He chants in a tongue long dead and utters sounds never meant for mortal tongue. The air grows cold and is filled with a horrible blue light as the very fabric of reality itself is rent and a thing not of this world crawls forth. It's insatiable hunger and omnivorous maw are pointed toward the humans by Retzack's indomitable will.

But first the Unspeakable Horror snacks on two hapless followers, as is it's due.

To summon forth Horrors Man Was Not Meant To Know:: 2d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3, 3) + 2 + 2 = 10

Man, this always goes well, amirite?

Retzack stumbles a bit, his energies well taxed. (-1 to spells until he has a few minutes.)

FYI Retzack, your HP is 4+Constitution SCORE, not MOD. In your case you have 19/19 HP, not 5/5. I'm not THAT brutal. :)

Retzack, you lift the net up high to let your followers out, but you cut your fingers on a razor edge as you do so. Take 1d4 damage, ignores armor.

Hahaha, I never would have imagined straight-up sacrificing gobbos to boost your spellcasting roll. It's a big bonus, 1 for 1, but you're also destroying your fodder permanently to do so, so I'll allow it!

When you open the doorway to the nether realm, you feel angered whispers whirling about your head momentarily. You hastily offer up some of your stupid followers to the void-beast and it hungrily gobbles them up. Your other followers wail and gnash their teeth, not understanding that the beast devouring two of them was what you wanted.

The beast that answers your call is horrific. Reference pic

You may command it to attack, and it rolls to attack using your Int mod and doing your class damage in damage.

Can I give Squick some covering fire and Aid him against the knockout gas?

Damage taken. 1d4 ⇒ 1

"yes, take their weapons from them. Let them feel the sting of their own."

Haluk continues smashing the man with his mace. Still trying to beat him to the ground.

2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1) + 1 = 5

net damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Sweet H.P.'s codpiece that is a thing out of nightmare!

The Torment Demon strides forth and opens its mouth, a churning vortex of screams and tears, the sound of which is like drinking from the very fountain of suffering itself. It sends a throng of agony-chains at the sword-wielding man, rending his flesh and soul.

Hooked barbs digging and slicing at tender, exposed flesh: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 5) + 2 = 9

Pain and Suffering Unending: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Blibberblab, the Aid move only gives a +1 to an ally's roll (or -2 if you're trying to Hinder them) and it can be used as a "reaction move", so typically it's reserved for when you see an ally roll a 6 or a 9. That way you're sure of making a difference in the outcome.

You can buff him with your Arcane Art so that he takes a +2 next time he gets Aided, so you can be sure whatever he attempts to do will likely succeed - or you can simply fill the humans with arrows, which aids him by preventing the gas from being released in the first place.

Haluk, you knock the human to the ground and stand over him, growling and preparing the final blow. One of your gobbo acolytes picks up the shotgun and menaces the human with it. "One false move and I'll plug ya!" he growls, but then the goblin fumbles with the gun! With a scream, your acolyte whirls around trying to get it back under control and accidentally blasts YOU! You're knocked prone, take 1d8 damage!

The human wielding the sword drops his lower jaw in disbelief as you summon the demon-horror. He screams in pain when the chains lash at him, then his eyes go wild. "These goblins are in league with the Nether Realms! You will be destroyed, vile scourge! HOLY LIGHT!" the swordsman draws forth a holy symbol from his vest and light spills out all around him, healing him of the damage you caused! Your demon shrinks back in dismay at the holy display of magic. This human must be a cleric!

"Squick, look out!"
I peek out from behind my tree and fire at one of the humans advancing on Squick.
Volley+Dex: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 1 = 10 for 1d6 ⇒ 2
The arrow flies into his calf, but the wound doesn't look like it'll hinder him greatly.
"Burn them, burn them, burn them! That thing works on more than plants, right?"
I shout as I take aim at Squick's other attacker.
Volley+Dex: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 2) + 1 = 6
Bound to happen eventually.

On the bright side it's a 6 - maybe Squick can Aid you to a successful hit?

"Foolish, misled, ignorant worm! Your false-powers and parlor tricks will not avail you here! You will spend eternity in a realm that will make you wish for so sweet a thing as PAIN! Teki-li! Teki-li!"

A fowl black aura surrounds Retzack's hands and he molds it like clay, summoning groping chains to bind this fool's screaming form for the Terror Demon.

Grasping chains to hold him alive and immobile as he is devoured: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4) + 1 = 7

The Terror Demon stands recovering from its rebuke, shaking it's chains, making a sound that scrapes against the mind like nails on a board.

They've got netguns, shotguns, AND clerics that wield swords?!? Oh come on! =)

damage 1d8 ⇒ 7 for a total damage taken so far of 8.

he gets to his feet as he yells at the minion. "you stupid git, can't even hold a weapon properly. you better bring me a sacrifice before morning, or your blood will greet the sun."

Once he is up, Haluk will charge at the man he was fighting again.

hack and slash 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3) + 1 = 6 I could use some help here.

@Retzack: That's the fun thing about DMing in Dungeon World - every failure or even every partial success demands a change in the fiction somehow. It can be as simple as causing you damage, or it can take the form of an unexpected buff to the opponent! ;)

Haluk: This is a good time to remind you of the Fodder basic moves, one of which might be particularly useful to you right now...hmmm...

Retzack's spell summons chains made of gore-covered bone from nowhere, immobilizing the cleric. "No! Foul sorcerer, you will die THIS DAY!" but his struggles do not break the chains! Your demon-summoned thing, which obeys your will but has a mind of its own, leaps upon the cleric in a sudden fury to attack it, but only succeeds in getting immobilized along with the human! (downside of the partial success: your pet is only able to attack the cleric until the chains are dismissed)

Drawback: Your chains spread far wider than you intended them to! In fact, they are in danger of engulfing Haluk Godtongue AND his opponent in their hungry grasp! Haluk must roll Defy Danger!

Blibberblab: You can also Aid yourself on the volley using your fodder! I forgot to mention to you before.

"Acoyltes aid me in preparing this one for sacrifice"

Aid me, whelps 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4) + 3 = 8

Haluk will try to use his mental fortitude to prevent the chains from reaching him.

2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8

Form: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 3) + 2 = 10 I'm gonna go with a big, nasty, emerald green 'black' bear. What sort of move does Tuti get?

Suddenly, a new Challenger approaches! An Emerald Green Bear comes charging into the fray! Tuti isn't fully aware of what's going on, exactly, but there are chain monsters, and humans, and more chain monsters. And more humans. And Goblins! She loves Goblins! She's been all alone for so long... so long... twirly twirl...

Suddenly the bear is bounding towards the humans that are no where near the chains! Those things are scaaaary, and she's not that kind of goblin!

"WHAAAAAAAGH!" or something approaching it comes roaring out of the green bear's throat, as it at least -attempted- to crash into one of the slavers.

Hack&Slash: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 1 = 9
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Haluk, the human gunner you're pummeling gets a few good punches in, almost turning you aside, but then you command your acolytes to join in. With a squeal of frenzy, your three little gobbos jump up onto the human gunner, hindering him enough for you to get in a solid whack with your mace. Deal your class damage, and take 1d6 damage from the human's wild flailing. One of your gobbos is thrown clear and knocked unconscious, -1 Fodder until he recovers.

Also, had a question; how do you use mental fortitude to avoid grasping chains? Are you thinking really strong thoughts at them or something? :)

The two humans are driving poor Squick back with their merciless slashing, and their swordplay is making it difficult for Blibberblab to fire into the fray effectively. Just as Blibberblab is readying another arrow, he sees a weird green bear charge out of nowhere and begin slashing at one of the slavers! The human slashes wildly at the bear, but it only does 1d4+2 damage, he's so surprised.

Tutti-frutti, you get the following Bearish moves:

Maim and claw: Deal your class damage with the Messy tag.

Crash Through: Doors? Shields? Barriers? What are those?

Dire Growl: Intimidate your foes and possibly your allies! Effect varies based on the fiction.

damage taken 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4 for a total of 11 damage taken I forgot to reduce the damage from that last attack by my armour.

Damage dealt 1d6 ⇒ 1

I figured mental fortitude for basically willing the chains not to attack me.

Given that she's tackle-bearing, let's go with Crash Through.

Tuti Takes: 1d4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 1 = 4 4 damages!

Tutti, you can still do all your normal moves like Hack and Slash, that still applies! The Moves apply when you'd rather just spend Hold to do an action rather than roll for it.

Haluk, your blow resonates off the man's helmet like a gong. It can't have hurt him that much, but it's just enough to knock him out - he's out of the fight, and your fodder goblins immediately set to searching him for you.

Since the chains were not summoned by you or your Gods, they do not respond to your mental commands and you're immobilized! You cannot walk anywhere, you are held upright by tightly constricting chains and you only have one arm free! What do you do?

Retzack sees that his sublime magicks have superceded even his high-arcing expectations. Making a mental note that he has grown so powerful that he need not expend all his energies on a single target for fear of defouling the entire battlefield, he wills away the chains, and simply unleashes the Terror Demon upon the man.

Chains wrapping, grinding, choking, tearing: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 5) + 2 = 12

A sound like tearing fabric fills the air followed by a smell like copper: 1d8 ⇒ 6

The gore-covered immobilizing chains are the ones willed away. The chains on the Terror Demon work just fine. Retzack makes a mental note to look in a thesaurus to find a weapon of terror that is not, in fact, a chain.