
GM Nightingale |

His Mighty Girthness Chief Randwattle Gutwad has you summoned to the Moot House at the center of the village. A pompous overdressed goblin called Slorb greats you, pushing his lensless glasses up his nose. "Chief Gutwad waits."
He opens the door and you enter a large room filled with trophies of Licktoad heroics; Stolen Weapons, Shiny treasure and the pickled bodies of small furry animals adorn the walls and shelves of the large room. At the centre of the room you see him, Chief Rendwattle Gutwad. He has squeezed his wide girth onto a six foot high teeter chair: his throne. The chief never speaks to anyone but his advisor Slorb, and then only in whispers because the words that come out of his mouth are so mighty that they may frighten away all the words in the heads of lesser goblins.
"Hit the dirt!," barks Slorb. A great honer!! As you sit down the chief begins to speak in a booming voice that fills the room.
“You all be heroes. Each of you. You are best Licktoads but for me. And maybe but for Slorb. That you aren’t fleeing in terror from mighty sound of my voice is all the proof you should need. Yet soon, all Licktoad goblins will know your might, for I have
picked you for a dangerous mission.
“You know about fireworks and map we found in Scribbleface’s hut. Fireworks were fun. But map is more fun. It shows a route to a place near the coast where Scribbleface found fireworks. And it says there are more fireworks there! “I want them for Licktoads. You all go get them tomorrow. Tonight we have big bonfire to burn bad luck away from you, and we play many games. Much fun. Tomorrow you fetch me fireworks. If you meet men, you make them dead. If you meet dogs, you make them dead. If you meet horses, you make them dead. If you meet Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many, you maybe should run. And if you not find fireworks, you not come back or we feed you to Squealy Nord!"
Now is a great time to introduce your characters.

Gar'zing |

Really sorry, everyone! The sincerest apologies, it shan't happen again, and all that. I'm here and ready now! Went with pretty much the gob alchemist pre-gen from the module, but I tweaked it a bit to be the goblin fire bomber archetype... anyways!
Gar'zing absentmindedly begins to light his clothing on fire with an evil glint in his eye.
Gar'zing makes baddies go gaboomba! Then we will get more things that go GABOOM GABOOM, and make proud Licktoad tribe with big boom explosions!

GM Nightingale |

Slorb hands you a crudely drawn map of the surrounding area and the location of the fireworks. Obviously the one they found in Scribbleface's hut. Thankfully the map contains no writing.
You will leave chief house now!
Slorb escorts the lot of you outside.
If you want to know anything about the surrounding area or Lotslegs etc., please make a Knowledge local check. It doesn't matter if it's untrained.
No harm done, Gar'zing. We are off and rolling now.

GM Nightingale |

Here are the results of you knowledge checks. Everyone knows about Scribbleface's map by examining it.

Dreg Stonearse |

K. Local: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (5) - 2 = 3
As Dreg stares at the map for a short time before he develops a glazed look over his face and line of drool starts to hang from his mouth. A small snake slithers by though that grabs his attention, as he slurps up the saliva he grabs the snake and starts to chew on it like a piece of gum.
"Dreg thinks picture looks like Licktoad... but flatter."

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"I go to sleep. I see fire dance in my dreams and the unfaithful will be driven before us. I say each of you should come to the shrine of Zarongel to beg for his blessing and ward his wyrding eye. Especially you Gar'zing! You make fire like a goblin dog that has eatten a yuck bug, throwing it here and there. You could use some bless'd fire song. May the fire keep you warm and not toast your toad!"
Krogun stomps off to his tattered heap of cloth and stuff he calls a bed.

Mogwag |

All right since we all ready then let's go
starts singing the National Anthem as they walk
Goblins chew and goblins bite,
Goblins cut and goblins fight,
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!
Goblins race and goblins jump,
Goblins slash and goblins bump,
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!
Chase the baby, catch the pup,
Bonk the head to shut it up!
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We the goblins—you the food

Gar'zing |

Gar'zing wanders his way over to the feast in their honor, reveling in the fact that he is a chosen goblin hero and will bring great power and fire to the Licktoad tribe.
He quickly finds the food table, and after making sure to roast his food to a burnt crisp on his torch, he eagerly devours enough food to easily feed several grown gobs, belching happily and smacking his lips the whole time.

GM Nightingale |

For the morning and most of the afternoon, the goblins work hard to build a bonfire out branches, sticks, and the remains of Scribbleface’s hut. As night falls, a group of four struggling goblins carry the Teeter Chair (with Chief Gutwad sitting atop it) out to the site of the bonfire. The chief is holding a long tube firework that he lights and points at the giant pile of wood. A moment later, a ball of flame bursts from the tube and sets the bonfire alight. The goblins cheer as the chief tosses the tube (which is sending out more little balls of flame) into the bonfire.
This signals the start of an all-night party that features lots of good things to eat (snails, fish, and snakes). The chief brings out a barrel of fermenting cider apples early on and most goblins get drunk very quickly.

GM Nightingale |

If any of you partake in the apples, please make a DC 8 Fortitude check to avoid being sickened.
Early on in the evening a fat goblin named Chiggo gets up and addresses each member of the party.
I hear you be big hero. You not look like hero to us. You look like coward! We say one of you prove you heroes. By dancing with Squealy Nord!
The crowd begins to chant.
Dance! Dance! Dance with Squealy Nord!
The chief whispers something to Slorb, who immediately motions for silence. He adjusts his glasses and says,
Chief Gutwad says that if one you ride Squealy Nord, he gift you with prized Dragon Brew Gourd!
To dance with Squealy Nord you have to ride him without falling off for 18 seconds (3 rounds). The Dragon Brew Gourd is a potion of firebreath.

Gar'zing |

Gar's eyes shine with an ominous light at the mention of the Dragon Brew Gourd. His mouth falls open and drool begins to emanate from his gaping maw...
Gar Gar make boom boom with fire water! Gar will ride the Squealy Nord!
Ride Check 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Ride Check 2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Ride Check 3: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

GM Nightingale |

The both of you declare that you will try to ride the mighty Squealy Nord. The crowd follows you to the pit just near the baby cages where he is kept. Gar'zing jumps down and mounts the pig. Squealy begins to jump and kick, trying to throw him off. About ten seconds go by before Gar'zing is knocked from his back.
Gar'zing Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3
Gar'zing gets up uninjured and climbs back up in shame to watch Mogwag try.

GM Nightingale |

Mogwag stays on for a whole 6 seconds longer than Gar'zing. He dismounts, triumphant.
Chibbo says, "No one can ride Squealy Nord. I wrong about them."
You see various items change hands. Slorb presents you a vial of liquid. Dragon Breath Gourd, this be yours to keep, Chief says.
A female goblin with a disproportionately large head pipes in, "You prove yourself be mighty Licktoads. They like yum food, but I don't think they like not yum food. Reta Bigbad wants to see one eat bull slugs real quick!"
"Chief Gutwad like this dare. If one of you do this, he will loan you mighty Gorge of Gluttons! Someone bring bag of bull slugs!"

Dreg Stonearse |

"Dreg will gladly eat bull slug. Dreg eat bull slugs for fun times."
fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Maybe Dreg think bull slug something else...
A little embarrassed by not being to properly handle the bull slug Dreg decides to help his case. With a little indigestion and a grumbling stomach he walks next to the fire squats over and lights fart with fire!
"Dreg make his own boom boom heh heh."

GM Nightingale |

Another goblin brings a wicker basket before Dreg, along with a napkin made out of a soggy leaf. Inside the basket there are 5 black slugs the size of sausages.
"Chief give Dreg one minute to eat slugs."
Eating a slug is a DC 15 (Drops to a DC 10 if you neglect to spit out its mildly poisonous slime bladder) Fortitude check. On a successful attempt it takes a full-round action (because of the squirming). If you fail the save you can swallow the slug on the next round.

Dreg Stonearse |

With a save of 9 that'd be a fail for Dreg.
Even though Dreg really despises the taste of this particular slug he refuses to spit it out and swallow the squirming, wiggling, slimy bug biting through the thing as all sorts of goo runs down his face. After a while Dreg finally manages to swallow the damned thing. Opening his mouth Dreg shows it is gone and releases a loud blech.

Dreg Stonearse |

"Dreg thinks they don't tastes too bad. Another slime bladder, and keeps um coming. Mighty Licktoad Dreg conquers slimy slug bladders."
Dreg motions for another.
fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

GM Nightingale |

Dreg horks down all five slugs without much trouble. Please make a DC 20 Fortitude save to avoid being sickened for the next 24 hours by the amount of slime bladders you ate.
There is a good deal of goblin heckling during the dare, but it soon turns toward cheering as you finish the 4th slug. Slorb hands you the might Gorge of Gluttons. "If you don't bring back to Chief, heads will roll."
Gorge of Gluttons is a +1 dogslicer that functions as a bane weapon when utilized against horses (improving to a +3 dogslicer that inflicts an additional 2d6 points of damage on a successful hit).
"Want see more hero-y things," the crowd says.
"One more to prove himself," says Slorb, "Krogun of Zarongel get's chance. He will play game of 'Hide or Get Clubbed', says His Mighty Girthness. Ff he win, he get 'Ring that let's you Climb Real Good' to bring back fireworks."