Mic will also approach the coach, "Anything good and yummy?" if he doesn't find anything good in the coach, he will tell someone to make a fire as he goes and chops off a leg from the Horse.
Of course Greta looooves to plunder.
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Maggie’s wagon is filled with all sorts of things, including colorful scraps of cloth, empty bottles, a barrel of seawater, a small keg of grain alcohol, labels, two pots of glue, a well-used makeup kit, a small mirror, a stuffed raven, a makeshift alchemy lab, 7 torches, a potion with more words and a picture of a spider on the label, and five more bottles of the same tonic that you found earlier in the crate.
Goog grabs the potion and gives it a taste with his tongue.
Mic watches Gob drink a little bit of the strange liquid. "You didn't die" he asks.
Mic looks at the two bottles and places them into his bags. Smiling at the silk bag, he keeps it. Leaving the hatch open and the stick laying in there. "Stupid Stick
Mogmurch is unable to figure out what the potions are, but he does put on the hat to cover his horrible birthmark. He also accepts the candy
Mogmurch makes sure to grab the stick that mic left behind, as what goblin leaves perfectly good loot lying around, he might need it later today, or tomorrow, or seven months down the road when he needs to pick his teeth.
Poog swats his brother out of the way to try the potion.
"Poog only one that know what it is, so Poog hold it!" he exclaims.
Poog also tries to determine what the stick does, but runs out of luck. Reluctantly, he holds it out to Goog.
"Goog try."
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The second potion is mysterious, but smells smoky and sulfurous.
You also find a map of the local area, with lots of writing, of course, but also a big red X on a place that, if the landmarks shown match up with the map drawn by Loptop, is somewhere far to the southeast of Brinestump Marsh. The map has an envelope attached, with more paper, and writing that is far worse than any other writing ever seen. It's GOLD! and SPARKLY! Surely this writing must be dealt with by the tribal elders, who will know how to dispel any curse that might have fallen on your heads for touching this sparkly writing.
"We bring to elders and be biiig-biig heroes. Go.. fastfast!"
With that Greta walks quickly home!
Poog examines the stick, and discovers it is a wand.
"Poog keep! Poog keep! Wand of Make Not Dead!" he says.
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When the new goblins return to the dank grandeur of Licktoad Village, older goblins crowd around to inspect their new toads, gawk at trinkets uncovered during the adventure, and shout half-formed questions. Whelp-wrangler Loptop eventually shoves her way to the front of the mob.
“Pssht! You?! Didn’t think you would be first back from the bog. Didn’t think you’d be back at all! Brinestump be dangerous today! Slorb saw a stranger on the road this morning, a pointy elfy one with a sparkly hat and a bright wagon and a funny horse. Get you stabby stuff—we’re off to find her and give her a good Licktoad welcome!”
"Greta just told her the Licktoads give their regards. Was a stabby good moment!"
Poog laughs. "We already give her welcome! We take all her stuff and kill horse, too!" he brags.
Mogmurch displays the oversized hat on his head with grandeur. "Claimed all the juicy bits, even left her crispy and took sweet, tasty things"
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Loptop looks a little disappointed about missing the violence, but several goblins run off into the swamp to start pulling the colorful wagon apart. Loptop’s disappointment slowly turns to approval of your bravery.
"So, what you get!" Loptop looks eagerly at your treasures, nodding with approval, but when you display the envelope and letter, she gasps. "Sparkly writing! Must have bad curse on it! Must take it to the Chief!"
Loptop insists on confiscating the missive, and takes it into Chief Gutwad's hut to examine it with him and his majordomo, Slorb.
Goog will take a nap so that he's all ready to set things afire once again.
Poog smiles broadly.
"We be real goblins now!"
He ensures he retains the Wand of Not Be Dead, then takes a nap to get his spells back.
Mic will nap.
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After a few hours, word spreads of a meeting in Chief Gutwad’s moot house, and the entire village gathers in the sagging, smoke-filled hut. The moot house is stacked high with jars of strange, fuzzy creatures preserved in pickle brine, and the skinned hides of anything else too large for even the mightiest jar. The chief holds up a single hand—a human’s, by the look of it—from atop his tall chair, silencing the goblin horde. All the goblins know that His Mighty Girthness Chief Rendwattle Gutwad is a goblin of such remarkableness that the mere sound of his voice has driven goblins to madness or made heads explode. Therefore, his faithful advisor Slorb speaks on the chief’s behalf.
“Our new goblin heroes have returned with horrible, horrible news: A stranger has brought horrible, horrible words into our swamp. Extra-horrible words! Because these words sparkle. Maybe they be magic words. Maybe even worse magic than regular words. The stranger also had a map, and Chief Gutwad knows from looking at the map that this is clearly where the longshanks MAKE their terrible sparkly words! They be planning something bad. But we be goblins! We be the baddest thing! Licktoads will march on longshanks word-makers and smash everything!”
Slorb launches into an impromptu song:
“Light the fire! Sharpen blade!
“We be goblins! We make raid!”
"Kill and maim Greta likes!
Smash and burn, put their head on pikes!
"Burn it down! Pillage and drown!" Poog joins in the fun.
"Forgot about them. Greta will wear one."
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On to the location on the map marked by the star. The tribe of goblins draws near, huddling in the woods and peeking cautiously out from behind the trees. Luckily, the site is in a little valley, so the approaching raiders have a clear view of their target.
The light forest and overgrown field give way to a rundown little farm bustling with activity. Colorful paper and cloth hang from the barn and house, and tables loaded with food and drink are scattered around the yard. In the center of it all stands a cake that rises nearly two goblins tall and drips with icing and custard. A few slices have already been removed, revealing an interior that looks moist and delicious.
A large number of 'hairyfeets' (i.e. halflings) are gathered in the field with the tables. There are a few longshanks among them as well. Besides the gathering with the cake, there are also a number of buildings -- a tall building with animal pens around it, a shorter, long one with windows, a chimney, and a porch, and a smaller one down by the river.
Looking around Greta looks for a place that will burn nicely.
Seeing what Greta is up to, Poog nods in satisfaction.
"Maybe let animals out of pens for diversion!" he says.
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As you climb over the fence and stealthily approach the farmhouse, you hear the merrymaking of the hairyfeets and longshanks in the field turn to shouts of alarm and screams of fear. Sounds like the rest of the Licktoads have begun their attack!
As stealthy as your approach is, someone inside the house reacts to the screams and shouts, looking out the window and screaming something in a language none of you know.
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As you climb over the fence and stealthily approach the farmhouse, you hear the merrymaking of the hairyfeets and longshanks in the field turn to shouts of alarm and screams of fear. Sounds like the rest of the Licktoads have begun their attack!
As stealthy as your approach is, someone inside the house reacts to the screams and shouts, looking out the window and screaming something in a language none of you know. You also hear the fearsome sound of a dog barking!
Init order:
Goog
Mogmurch
Poog
???
Mic
Greta
Chuffy
???
Poog moves toward the house and watches out for the dog. He tries to remain unseen as best he can, but his foot hits a bucket.
"STUPID BROTHER! WHY YOU MAKE SO MUCH NOISE???" yells Goog, heedless that he's making way more noise than Poog did.
Mogmurch does his best to prepare for the coming hysteria and clutches one of his rocks and hides by the building.
Chuffy lobs a vial of Alchemist's Fire at the dog.
Drawing another dart greta lobs it at the enemy.
Mic, unaware of where the dog is, ends up going in the complete wrong direction.
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The fluffy little dog screams in pain and terror and runs away, fur smoldering. He seems to be smart enough to jump into the river, which puts him out, and he keeps swimming to get away from the scary creatures with fire.
"Mitzen!!" screeches the woman as she comes out of the doorway and around the corner.
Mic continues around the wrong side of the cabin another 40 feet.
Goog follows Mic and sees the woman and her AAAHHH DOOOOOGGGG!!!!!
He readies a burning hands spell to hit the dog as soon as it gets close.
Goog follows Mic and sees the woman and her AAAHHH DOOOOOGGGG!!!!!
[dice=burning hands]1d4
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The human charges angrily at the goblins, brandishing a large iron frypan like a club.
Goog throws out a cone of fire, but the woman dodges it, only to get whalloped on the arm by Poog as he takes advantage of her headlong rush. She still makes it to Chuffy and attacks with the pan, landing a solid blow on his head that makes his ears ring.
Moving closer reta throws another dart.
Mogmurch runs towards Greta and throws a stone at the lady!