
Chompy the Dragon |

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Chompy made his way carefully through the area. He looks at Scrabbles and nods towards the one where they can hear eating. He didn't wanna speak but this was perhaps the best chance of killing one or more of them unawares and Scrabbles did cause big damage.
He prepared to open a door if there was one for the Goblin but otherwise prepared to sneak in with him to attempt to kill the enemy inside before they could scream for help.

Your Benevolent Dictator |

Map above my avatar has been updated. It's editable.
The wet-looking floor of this large cavern is crisscrossed by several shallow trenches, each containing trickles of putrid-looking fluid. Six foul mounds of compost and dung lie heaped about the room, each studded with small spherical eggs.
An ugly blue Goblin is sitting on a wooden stool in the middle of the room. It's busily hand-feeding three giant black centipedes from a wooden bowl filled with some kind of foul-smelling paste.

Dys Thunderclaw |

Dys creeps behind the others, dogslicer at the ready for when they unleash death and destruction upon unsuspecting dr- Blue goblins? Big bugs? ... the heck?
Still! There were things to kill, and that was what mattered.
Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
Ready action, attack with dogslicer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Ser Helmut |

Ser Helmut touches Billy Bob Thornton, speaking a harsh language.
The smart goblin then enters the tree (still last).

Mogawg |

Outside, a lone goblin stands at the base of the sycamore tree, oblivious to his surroundings, as his mind embarks on a philosophical journey...
What is a tree? How long has this tree lived? How long will I live? What is life? Wha--
The train of thought crashes to a sudden stop as Mogawg's senses come back to him and he spots Dys's wiggling feet as she dives down into the space underneath the tree.
"Whaaaa!! Wait for me you dumb gobs!"
He gets much more quiet once he gets underground, and follows after the others.
Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Chompy the Dragon |

Chompy moves into the room as quietly as he can and ushers in goblin after goblin. Thought some aggressive sign language including motions of eating, he attempts to relay Kill the Gobbo then the pets. He holds up 3 claws and counts them down to rush the up and "sneak attack" the enemy.

Dys Thunderclaw |

As Chompy gives the signal to annihilate the blue goblin and its many-legged pets, Dys rushes forward, the dogslicer blade whistling at the blue gobbo.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Scrabble |

Scrabble lunged forward out of the tunnel and jumped onto one of the big bug things.
Charge vs Flat Footed!: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 = 19
Damage, sneak attack, fatal thrust, whetstone: 1d4 + 5 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 5 + (3) + (2) + 1 = 15

Your Benevolent Dictator |

Wild Magic: 1d100 ⇒ 68
Wild Magic: 1d100 ⇒ 17
Fort: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Dys' mighty sword strikes the ugly goblin directly over the spinal cord - a fatal blow ... except that her blade bounces off without even breaking its skin! That's when she remembers that these things are called Mights (or something like that) and they're scared of metal that's cold (aka they have DR/cold iron). It does, however, suddenly get really tired as Mogawg's powerful magic washes over it.
The big bugs aren't nearly as strong as the M-eye-t, as Scrabble utterly annihilates the closest one. Chompy's able to hurt one, too. Meanwhile, your new clanmate starts making his bird lizard grow really big!
Surprise Round Over
Party Initiative: 5d20 + 20 ⇒ (4, 1, 17, 16, 9) + 20 = 67 (avg 13ish)
Enemy Initiative: 3d20 + 5 ⇒ (1, 11, 6) + 5 = 23 (avg 8ish)
*sigh* Looks like you're up again XD
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Mite Lair

Scrabble |

Scrabble didn't know anything about cold metal, but when he saw Dys' sword bounce of the blue goblin's skin, he knew he needed to aim for the not-skin parts.
Eyes. Eyes were always squishy.
Attack, flank: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 17
Damage, sneak attack, fatal thrust: 1d4 + 5 + 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 5 + (1) + (1) = 8 seriously?

Chompy the Dragon |

Attack!!!!: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8
In case we use Fumbles!: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 = 19
Chompy turns expecting to hear the squish of the Meyet's skin from the blade but instead heard the sound of blade on scale. He went wide eyed at the unscratched foe and attempted to bite!

Dys Thunderclaw |

Bah! Cold metal, hot metal, this was all too complicated and Dys was pretty sure that none of them had special stuff to hurt the blue goblin. So she calls out "Just hit it really hard!" as she dances behind it to take a swing at one of its pets, but Chompy headbutts Dys as he rears back to take a bite out of the meowte and throws her off-balance. But that was ok, because Chompy also gets shoved, so nobody gets to do anything productive, hahahahaha.
Attack, dogslicer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Mogawg |

Mogawg moves to the dead buggo and reanimates it as a zombie!
-1 spell point, now 2/3
Zombuggo bites one of its still-living fellows!
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Zombuggo should have 15 AC and 11 hp.

Ser Helmut |

Laughing maniacally, the wizard goblin places a hand on the now bigger bird-lizard. Gaining a more muscular physique, the bird-lizard squawks in anticipation.
Get'm Billy Bob Thornton!
Charge attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 = 141d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Using School ability of Augment +2 Str.
And the bigger and muscular bird-lizard promptly bounces off of the blue little mite!
Ser Helmut frowns.
Dat not how we practiced it!

Your Benevolent Dictator |

@Mogawg: You're almost right. 2d8+3 averages out to 12 HP for Zombuggie. XD
Wild Magic: 1d100 ⇒ 38
By some miracle, Scrabble and Billie Bob Thornton collide with the Might at the same time! As Scrabble's blade plunges into its eye, the force of the bird lizard's impact drives it deep enough to pierce your powerful foe's brain. Meanwhile, Chompy and Dys conduct a carefully-choreagraphed display of tumbling that would provide an excellent distraction to anyone watching. Unfortunately, bugs (uncouth heathens that they are) and have no appreciation for physical comedy. They team up against the fearsome Zombuggie and begin to nom on its tough hide!
Bitex2: 2d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14, 9) + 2 + 2 = 27 Damage: 2d6 - 2 ⇒ (2, 3) - 2 = 3
Zombuggie takes 1pt NL damage ... except undead are immune to that
Zombuggie needs to save vs poison ... except undead are immune to that
Your Turns

Mogawg |

Mogawg throws a ghost strike at Zombuggo's target (if I make it fatigued its AC will drop by 1 point).
Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
DC 12 Fort save will negate the fatigue, which otherwise lasts 1 round.
Zombuggo bites again!
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Ser Helmut |

Ser Helmut (unhappily) stomps down the stupid tunnel to step behind Billy Bob Thornton. The Wizard touches him again to Augment his Strength (+2).
Tries da hugging tingy!
The bird-lizard attempts to grapple the Mite (provokes AC 18).
grapple: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Instead the bird--lizard licks the Mite's face.
No, no, no! Yous be doing it all wrong! It doesn't work dat way!

Chompy the Dragon |

Chompy spins around biting and slamming his tail upon the nearest bug!
Bite the Centipede: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage if hit: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Slap the Centipede: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8
Damage if hit: 1d4 ⇒ 3
But Chompy gets freaked out by all the legs, trying to bite without accidentally eating it was difficult!

Dys Thunderclaw |

I do believe the mite is dead, Ser Helmut.
Cackling in delight as the blue goblin collapses dead, Dys leaps to stomp on its corpse before turning to hack at one of the many-legs.
"Bite da head, Chompy! Is da most duhlishsoos part!"
Attack, dogliscer, flanking, power attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 - 1 = 12 Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Your Benevolent Dictator |

AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Chompy and Dyz continue to fall over each other as they fight to be the one to kill the big buggie. Instead, Mogawg's Zombuggie ends up dealing the killing blow - and promptly starts munching on the corpse's head to get at its tasty brain. Billie Bob, meanwhile, is feeling especially kind and loving and decides to show this affection to the Might's corpse. Or maybe he's attempting to lay on hands. He used to be a Paladin, after all.
One foe remains. Can Scrabble take it down?
Updated Map

Your Benevolent Dictator |

Scrabble's weapon is stuck in the Might's eye, so he'll spend the round pulling it out.
Oblivious to the death around it, the last remaining bug continues trying to nom on Zombuggie.
Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
New Round
AC 14, 5hp - let's see who gets the kill. Feel free to get cinematic with it, as it's the last enemy. XD

Ser Helmut |

Finally retrieving the bird-lizard, Ser Helmut pats it on the ass (granting it enhanced strength) and points at the final bug-monster.
Get'm Billy Bob Thornton!
Charge attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 2 = 261d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
crit!: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 = 171d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Using School ability of Augment +2 Str.
Nodding its head, the bird-lizard streaks right at the final monster. Opening wide his beak--razor teeth glistening with anticipation--Billy Bob Thornton tears it apart with wild and wet abandonment!
Whoo-hooo!, shouts the little wizard goblin.

Your Benevolent Dictator |

2d100 ⇒ (33, 17) = 50
Ser Helmut's mighty companion destroys the last buggie. Well, not exactly the last buggie. Mogawg's zombie is still here, but it doesn't count, right?
Shinies
S Dagger
Dart x6
A fish skeleton with crumpled piece of paper with a song written on it wrapped around its body
A folded up napkin containing shards of chalk
Harvesting (each is a DC 15 to harvest)
Mite Sweat (grants Vermin Empathy for 1min)
Giant Centipede Venom x2 (1/rd for 6rds; 1d3 DEX damage; Fort DC 13)

Scrabble |

Aid Another, Survival, Mite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Aid Another, Survival, leggybug 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Aid Another, Survival, leggybug 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Whoever has survival gets a +2 on each roll.
Scrabbler pulled his blade out of the blue goblin's eye and looked at the bugs. "Me thinks leggybugs have poison. Need helps getting it."
Scrabbler wasn't about to admit that he only had the faintest idea of what he was doing. In spite of his relative incompetence at harvesting parts, he managed to be helpful.

Ser Helmut |

Smiling proudly (and straightening his helm), the wizard goblin approaches the bird-lizard with a handful of writhing worms.
Dat good stuff Billy Bob Thornton!
Ser Helmut then examines the bugs and foliage for anything interesting.
knowledge nature & craft alchemy: 2d20 + 7 ⇒ (6, 3) + 7 = 16 13 & 10

Chompy the Dragon |

Survival to extract poison: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 2 = 17
Survival to extract poison: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 2 = 17
Chompy hisses and slaps his claws at Dys's weapon and armor. "You fight like frightened child with blade! Don't stab near Chompy!" he said trying to hide his failings inside of Dys's.
He blinks when he hears the sounds of the others working and sees what Scrabble is attempting to do. He joins him and barefully extracts the poisons.

Dys Thunderclaw |

Dys glares at Chompy, but does not reply to his scolding, stomping away instead to glower in a corner as the others mess with the corpses. She pokes at the dirt floor with the tip of the dogslicer and sniffs loudly.
Perception to search the room: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Your Benevolent Dictator |

This looks like a room where the big bugs live and make new big bugs. The six mounds are probably nests, but there are no bug eggs right now. The liquid in this room tastes yucky but is probably safe to drink. There's two ways out of here: back the way you came (past the entrance, the tunnel continues to the weird-noise room) or down a different tunnel. You hear music from that direction.

Ser Helmut |

As Ser Helmut uses Prestidigatation on his bird-lizard, the little goblin immediately shifts attention to Scrabble.
Yous be gitt'n to sees hims fight. Wees been practicing.
Ser Helmut waves his hands in the air around them, creating a colorful collage with his magicks, as he spins the tale of Billy Bob Thornton.
He relates his background in profile.
The wizard goblin proudly pets his bird-lizard.
His names were Ser Billy Bob Thornton. He was a longshanks, but mees made him mine, took da Helmet da Knights, and becomes Ser meesselfs!

Your Benevolent Dictator |

You follow the tunnel to a long damp room filled with broken beds, chairs, wagon wheels, and other worn, tattered, dingy, and broken objects pilfered or salvaged from big folk. A row of bookcases stands crookedly propped against the far wall, the shelves filled with bits of bone, feathers, and dried centipede legs. Old window frames, cracked and splintered, hang upon the wall like works of fine art. Clearly, you've found the uglygob treasure chamber. Such riches!
Too bad it's well-guarded, though. There's a bunch of Meyets here. Two have instruments and were playing music - until they heard Zombuggo coming. Don't blame him, though: it's hard to be sneaky when you have eleventyseven legs and are dead. Three more Mights are holding rocks - and start throwing them at Dys! But the last M-I-tt is the most dangerous of all. He's holding a book!
Rock (dys): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Rock (dys): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 Damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
Rock (dys): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 Damage: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
@Everyone: Will DC 10 vs shaken as long as the book remains unharmed.
Your turns

Mogawg |

Will Save, DC 10: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
"They have WORDS!!!” Mogawg screams, infuriated. "We must destroy them all, NOW!!!"
Mogawg rushes ahead to get closer to the ugly blue gobbos, and then he channels negative energy before too many of his allies get close.
Negative Energy Damage, Will DC 12 for half: 1d6 ⇒ 5