PFS PBP We Be Goblins Table 2 (Inactive)

Game Master Revvy Bitterleaf

You are goblins of the Licktoad tribe, who live deep in Brinestump Marsh, south of the hated man-town called Sandpoint. Once, other goblins tried to burn Sandpoint down, and they would have been legends if they had succeeded. But they didn’t bring enough fire, and got themselves illed as a result. Yesterday, your tribe discovered that one of your own had been using forbidden arts and was engaged in one of the greatest of taboos—writing things down. In fact, rumor holds that what he was writing was a history of your tribe! There’s no swifter way to bring about bad luck than stealing words out of your mind by writing them down, and so your tribe had no choice. You branded the goblin’s face with letters to punish him, which is why everyone calls him Scribbleface now, and then you ran him out of town, took all of his stuff, and burned down his hut.

That’s where things got interesting, because before you all burned down his hut, Chief Gutwad found a weird box within the building. Inside was a map and a lot of fireworks—fireworks that immediately came to use in burning the hut down. Then, this morning, Gutwad announced that tonight there would be a feast in order to drive out any lingering bad luck from Scribbleface’s poor decisions. But perhaps even more exciting, all of you have been secretly invited to meet at Chief Gutwad’s Moot House. Why would the chief want to speak to you? It can only mean that he’s got an important mission for you all... one that the other goblins of the tribe couldn’t pull off. This could be your chance to go down in Licktoad history!

You all accept your secret invitation to meet at Chief Gutwad's Moot house and make your way to the center of the village where you see you are not the only goblin invited to this meeting! The outrage. There's at least *counts fingers* _this_ (somewhere between 3 and 5) many goblins here.

Dotting.

Mogmurch starts to get that crazy look in his eyes as he begins hopping angrily up and down and shouts "Hey! What you's three doing here!? This supposed to be MY secret meeting with big, fat chief!

Chuffy Lickwound would be lurking in the darkness cast by one of the huts nearby, watching as others would slowly approach. First his eyes would take note of the chief arriving only to then see Mogmurch show up. Chuffy would grind his yellowed teeth together at seeing that stupid powder mixer show up. This was supposed to be chuffys moment!.

Being that he stood only at about 4'2, it was easy enough for him to stay hidden. His right hand lowering to absently caress the handle of his dog slicer, picturing images of violence while his other hand would rise, absently scratching at the puss filled boils and the blood filled pimples. Soon enough he'd feel the slick wetness as one would burst yet he paid it no real mind. Who else would show up? Who else would try to steal Chuffys time. Who else would he have to cut down?

Poog say Zarongel is the best,
He help burn things and heal the rest.
Zarongel’s favor makes Poog blessed.
And Poog also stab you with knife if
you make fun of how he isn’t good at
riding animals.

Poog responded to Mogmuch

"Your meeting? YOUR MEETING?!?!?! Zarognel bless me with secret meeting. You wouldn't know a secret meeting if it uhh secreted you in the face."

Poog seems more confused than when he started.

Mogmurch starts screaming back at Poog "I woulds too know a secret meeting if it secreted me in the face because it did secret me in the face! Now shuts up before I blows your legs off! Actually, maybes that might help youz ride animals better!"
Oh yeah, $#!% just got real!

"Dregs of legs? Split like eggs? Oh me know... legs to pegs! Is good help medicine. I just help someone too!"

The infamous Reta approaches, holding up a jar of pickled halfling's toes, smushing the glass fondly against her face and smearing her lipstick over it and herself. "She made less sense the more I cut, but quiver-jibber looked like shoes too tight. I good help medicined! She cried in joy and gave me hat, but gots her stupid blood all over it." She wavers between admiring and the loathing the stains on her bridal veil, deciding to stamp it out in the dirt to make it all a much more uniform brown. "Now Reta match. Reta always height of fashion."

Half rubbing and half punching the lipstick out of one bulbous eye - far larger than most of your kin - her other one shoots open, rolling over to gaze at the shadows of one of the nearby huts.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 (Minus whatever penalty for the lipstick)

"You wrong again Mogmurch. Stick to boom-bombs. Poog never ride animals better."

Oh, and please let me know if my character sheet is off somehow! I'll be refining it more today, mostly for myself since I'm new to this format.

Poog scratch head. Normally Reta Bigmeanie. Today she nice Maybe Poog confused.

Poog sit down and scratch head in confusion, having forgotten about Mogmurch for now.

Poog is the wisest for a reason. Reta does, in truth, seem more pleasant than normal. She also appears to be wearing particularly nice scraps of various womens' garments ("under" or otherwise) atop her battle-scarred armor. Or at least, scraps ripped out from once nice things. You're unsure if people were actually wearing any of them at the time.

Poog cast guidance on Reta BigGood for no particular purpose.

Chuffy remains hiding within the shadows as the others arrive. With each other goblin that shows up the rage within him slowly builds. His eyes move over the other goblins, already planning. His hand shifting to stroke the hilt of his dog slicer lovingly while his other would continue to scratch at his face, getting more and more irritated. He'd freeze however when the bulbous eye of Reta would roll in his direction.

stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

He felt comfortable that he could avoid being detected but was still ready to act if need be. The soft shifting of his pet toad and pet spider caused Chuffy to almost curse though he held it back. Within his mind however he was yelling at them to shut up let they get chuffy caught. He wanted to see what big chief wanted before he made his presence known.

You see the door of the chieftan's hut open and an pompous overdressed goblin standing in the door way is looking at you.

"If youz are finished, we have _secret_ meeting now. Not draw attention of whole village by screaming at each others. You goes in now. Big meeting now."

Chief ’s Moot House is a veritable museum of Licktoad heroics— crammed with trophies such as stolen weapons,shiny bits of treasure,and the brine-pickled bodies of dozens of brutally slaughtered small furry animals (mostly dogs). His Mighty Girthness Chief Rendwattle Gutwad rules Licktoad Village from atop the great Teeter Chair, which is 6 feet high and allows him to more properly look down on his subjects (which includes you).
By tradition, Chief Gutwad does not speak directly to his
subjects (again, this includes you). Instead, he employs an advisor through whom he whispers instructions, for Chief Gutwad has convinced his
goblins that the words that come out of his mouth are so mighty that they might frighten away all the words in the heads of lesser goblins. Only his duly appointed advisor, (an overdressed, pompous goblin) named Slorb can handle the might of the chief ’s words without being overcome by fear.

Mogmurch will run to the front of the chief's "throne" and prostrate himself before his chief, never making eye contact with him. With a trembling voice, Mogmurch asks "Oh great and might big fat chief, how mights Mogmurch serve youz, for it is surely me youz has called on."

Poog shall hide behind Mogmuch, not wanting to draw the attention of the chief.

Meanwhile Reta seems to want to clamor for attention. She shoves in a set of false teeth, though she's only able to get them to partially dangle from her own prominent jaws. Stray caterpillars are caught squirming here and there in the dentures. She attempts a curtsey that feels more like a rusty pile of debris tumbling down after an earthquake.

"Best fighter Reta here as asked, your handsome-huge highness. Oh wide of stance and high of chair, surely be your Bigbad you summon before big feast night! You want I gut more mutt for Moot?" Her sweeping gesture, intending to showcase several of the larger dog bodies decorating the hall, only succeeds in blocking Mogmurch's face.

(Which would almost be clever...if she was capable...which she is not.)

"You want Reta kill dogs or maybe go on mission or uh kill dogs or hmm scrape feet or er kill dogs?"

The pompously dressed goblin says:"You have great honor now, youz sits in mud at feet of GREAT Chief Gutwad"

This is about the greatest honor you can have as a goblin in this tribe

Going to assume chuffy will (sneakily) enter the hut as well.

To your surprise and horror Great chief Gutwad starts to speak to you directly! In a deep booming voice he says;

"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!"

Great Chief Gutwad motions to Slorb and the pompously dressed goblin holds out a map for one of you to take.

"Youz goes out of Chief's hut now! I mighty chief have spoken!"

Poog cover ears and hide behind giant Reta head so as not to be exploded.

Poog pay no attention to briefing but try and snatch map before tripping over hidden Chuffy.

Poog will pout.

Overwhelmed by the Great Chief's awe-inspiring presence, Reta's neck twitches when the sacred voice not only speaks to her, but mentions the word "dogs." Her enormous head slowly rotates behind her shoulder, almost approaching an owl's level as you wonder if her neck will snap from the strain. Actually, you could swear you do hear some splintering. Reta doesn't appear to care: a toothy grin creeps up her face, one eye spasming while the other narrows, looking not at Poog so much as through him.

"Me not get pomeranian yet. Finally...it not make fool of me again. Time of Reta destiny at hand."

Curtseying again before she spins the rest of her body around to match her head, Reta does not take much notice of the important map or its forewarning of Vorka. All the day's fleeting notions of becoming new Queen Chief are washed away, replaced with a Bigbaddyness both creepy and cringe-inducing. You're not sure if her guidance spell wore off or just decided to slowly back away from the grinning gobliness.

Fire, games and cruel combat. Her glee is one beyond reason.

When you get outside you see the other goblins from your town busy preparing for the Big Feast already.

Goblins toil all afternoon to build the bonfire out of branches, sticks, and unburnt timbers taken from the ruins 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 bonfire, and the chief lights the fire with a magic stick which fires small balls of fire in lotsa pretty colours (A Desnan candle - a piece of fireworks)
This signals the start of an all-night party that features lots of good things to eat (snails, fish, and snakes)

The chief has a few goblins roll out a barrel of fermenting cider apples early on and most goblins get drunk very quickly.

If any of you want to drink from Chief's Special Fermented Apple Cider, you can..but you need to roll a Fort save.

You can party, make plans with each other, get drunk,look at the map, make the rest of the town jealous of your status as big hero of tribe (not necessarily in that order ;)....act like a goblin while you wait for the party games to commence

Reta would spend much of her meal "playing with her food," or at least any that happens to still be moving. If cooked dead snails are boring, she retrieves her remaining caterpillars one by one, stretching them out and trying to tie them into knots, or holding them over the flames. While she only picks at her plate, she absolutely drinks the cider:

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Poog will find (read:steal) his own chair and set it up next to the goblin pens and preech about how he will one day be the herald of Zargongel.

She idly strokes the band around her well-used quiver, for roughly sewn into it are dog ears. Seven previous trophies of glorious gladitorial...wait, what? Seven? How...where...? Why seven? "Don't dogs gots two?" she wonders aloud, before confusing herself even more. Maybe they don't have two? How many did she have?!

"Reta...fought...seven eared dog?" Neither the words nor the memory seem to roll off her tongue. "Chuffy! I ever fought seven eared dog?"

Mogmurch grabs the cup in tow hands and guzzles the cider.
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

(Sorry for the slow reply. Was gaming today)

Chuffy would wait for the others to enter the big chiefs hut before following along, making sure to stay out of sight and out of mind. Before the door would swing shut he'd slip and move into the darkness of one corner to listen. He remained perfectly still while the chief spoke and again would wait until the others filed out before he acted.

Chuff was an oddity for a goblin. His chosen profession and skill set were in complete contrast to his nature. As a rogue he was expected to be quiet, to remain cool and professional, and to ultimately seek to advance himself to the best of his ability. His nature however was that of a goblin who enjoyed making fires, who enjoyed stealing precious shinies from others. This duality of nature has resulted in a goblin who might seem ice cold when in hiding but when the eyes are upon him that fiery manic nature explodes.

He'd follow the others out, still somewhat amazed that his head had not exploded. Coming up behind Reta, his hand would twitch, thinking of stealing something from her. That thought lasted until the cider was broken out at which point he'd make his way over and take a drink.

fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

After drinking it down he'd hear Reta speak and would turn before flashing that yellow sharp toothed grin at her. "Chuffy not know Reta...." that's all he'd get out before his eye caught the beginning of the big bonfire. "FIRE!". He'd run off and begin dancing around the fire, the sparks and embers wreathing his body even as the flames reflected off the west pustular face.

As you are drinking the apple cider you see lots of goblins looking and pointing fingers at you.

One of them walks up to you while looking over his shoulder to make sure his buddies are still there and says:
"So yousa big heroes now are's you? Prooves it I sayz! You Do the Squeely Nord Dare! If you do not do You be coward! If you do, you might be big hero!"

"What you say?!" Reta shouts, leaping up and down. "Reta can't be coward! Reta the Bigbad!" She hurls her empty cider cup at the speaker. "I alreadys bigtime hero. Happy to prove." If she ever did become new Queen Chief, she decided this one was going to serve her as either a foot stool or a hat rack. Maybe a hat stool.

Mogmurch walks right up into the accuser's face and says "You says I not hero? YOU SAYS I NOT HERO!? Howz 'bout I shove bomb in your big mouth and blow it off! Who big hero then, huh!? Bring out Squeely Nord, I accepts challenge!"

Chuffy would stop his crazy dance to turn his head to the speaker, thus creating a ghastly sight. Standing next to the bonfire with apple cider dribbling down his chin, those yellow teeth flashing while the fire light reflects off of the blood and puss dripping down his face, wide eyes rolling a bit almost as if he were in a state of mania. You calls Chuffy a liar....YOU CALL CHUFFY A LIAR!. He'd turn more fully then and with the sing of steel rasping against leather he'd draw his dog slicer, breath coming in quick pants between demented giggles.

WIth the blade now free he'd begin moving, circling the goblin that spoke while singing a song, doing a bit of a dance all the while though the blade never wavered. Chuffys face might make you sick, but chuffys knife is awful quick, and if you are his stabby pick, then chuffys knife will goo stick stick stick" The finally words coming out in a bit of a high pitched scream as the mania really gets a hold of him, now seeming like some posessed demon dancing in the fire light with murder in his eyes.

Hearing the other two accept the challenge would cause Chuffy to pause, quivering almost as if the dog slicer were wanting to reach out and kiss the goblin who had issued the challenge, to kiss with the steel edge and brush the pitted sharp teeth against his flesh. With the other two accepting the challenge Chuffy could do no less. 'Chuffy accept

Poog really bad at riding animals. Poog hide in shame.

Several goblins start to cheer. "Squeely Nord!, Squeely Nord! Let's go to the fierce boar! Watchim stomp on other gobbo's! There's even more then one victim to try! Lotsa and lotsa fun!" and then lead you to a muddy pit in the middle of the village, right next to the goblin baby cages.The pit itself is circular, nearly 20 feet in diameter, and just over 10 feet deep. All the goblins from the town surround the edge of the pit to watch to soon to come carnage. There is a pig tethered somewhere to the side.

A goblin with a limp tells you;"To face the Dance of Squeely Nord you must ride him for this many fingers worth of count", he repeats _this_ many (and holds up a different amount of fingers).

You can easily mount it and then it's released into the pit trying to get rid of you while squeeling the whole time..

In order to win the challenge you must ride on Squeely Nord for a full 18 seconds (3 rounds by making a ride check each round.)

Everyone can try, but there can be only one winner. So in good goblin tradition I'm going to go with first come first serve. ;) There will be more games, so everyone should have a chance to win at something. If you want to enter the challenge, roll 3 ride checks and I will determine the result(s).)

"Stupid face and his stupid Squeely," Reta mutters under her breath. In her trademark shouting style, though, she's far from inconspicuous. She cannot believe this stupid gob has insinuated she's a coward. This could not stand. "Me break the bacon, then maybe break you."

She roughly shoves the others of the Great Chief's Chosen aside, thudding herself down on the hog. She squeezes her legs and clenches her claws, hoping that inflicting pain on the creature will make him slow down and heed her commands. She is not sharp enough to realize that such a tactic might just backfire on her. If the mud starts to make her slide around, she tries to use her teeth.

Ride round 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Ride round 2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
Ride round 3: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Reta moves forward first (by pushing the rest of you out of the way).

The goblins watching start to hoot with glee, then they gasp and after that they cheer (for Squeely to toss Reta off) but Reta manages to stay on the pig for 5 seconds then 10..then 15 ...for the
full time. Surprising most of the goblins present. Wh

en Reta get's of the pig she is led in front of big Chief Gutwad on his "throne"

The chief motions to the pompously glad goblin at his side, who climbs up the chair and listens to while the chief whispers something. Then the chief hands him something and he climbs down again.

Slorb says in his nasal voice; "You'se proofed you'se a big hero of tribe now. You've earned this"

Slorb hands Reta a gourd.

"This be great important magical potion.It be Dragon Brew Gourd. You drink it, you belch BIG fire, then later..you belch another fire..and later then that..you belch another little fire" (It's an elixer of fire breath)

Slorb then points at the other goblins

"Now's you'se who have to proof you'se also heroes of tribe! You'se do next dare. If you'se loose Reta can try to show how realz hero does dare."

Slorb motions for a big fat goblin to come forward who is holding a closed wicker basket containing a bunch of bags.

"It be time for Dare of Eat Bag of Bull Slugs Real Quick"

He waits for the fat goblin to give each of you a bag which moves around in your hands when you accept it. When you open it to look inside you see it's filled with as many slugs as you have fingers (well...most of you barring accident will have 5 fingers). The slugs are as large as a sausage, black, covered in slime and wriggling.

"You eat slugs now. First one to eat all slugs without spitting out whole slug wins. If none of you winz, Reta can try"

You have to eat the slugs, which isn't to hard but because they are covered in slime and moving around in your mouth while you chew each slug will take a DC 15 fort save to swallow or only a DC 10 fort save if you don't spit out the mildly poisonous slime bladder—but neglecting to take care not to eat the slime bladder could have repercussions later). Eating a slug is a full-round action (because of the squirming), and a goblin who fails a save can attempt to swallow the same slug on the following round.You have a maximum of 1 minute - so 10 attempts. You can roll all the fort saves at once, you don't have to wait a round to see how the others are doing. Just to speed things up. Also post if you plan to do the easy (fort 10) or the spit out the poison way (fort 15)

Poog participate. Poog not scared of poison sacs, Poog eat slugs whole.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Chuffy would watch the commotion as Reta would ride the pig, not taking part in the mania of cheering but rather going to his cold place as he watches. A strong goblin to ride nord like that, someone to watch out for. Sadly the option for him to take part in the challenge is taken away and he follows the others to the eating contest. His dog slicer is quickly sheathed as he accepts the basket.

"Chuffy not afraid to eat snails whole. Chuffy likes poison. Adds certain spice to life". A horrid cackling laugh would follow before he'd begin eating.

fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

So it was that Chuffy would begin by bringing one of the thick slugs to his mouth and biting off the head, swallowing it first before moving onto the body which he'd put in whole. He'd chew happily and watch the others.

Mogmurch do challenge, too! But maybe he spit out nasty baldders, just in case...
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Fort.: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

If I counted this correctly..so please correct me if you think I did something wrong;

Poog (swallowing the poisoned bits - DC 10) swallows 5 slugs in 7 tries
Chuffy (swallowing the poisoned bits - DC 10) swallows 5 slugs in 9 tries, finishing just a little bit after Poog
Mogmurch on the other hand decides to spit out the poisoned bit (DC15) swallows all 5 of his slugs in 6 tries..winning the contest! Mogmurch is the winner!

Poog and Chuffy are feeling a bit of bubbling sensation going on in their tummies and might not feel so good after eating that many slugs that fast - without spitting out the poisoned bits

I need a DC 15 fort save from Poog and Chuffy. If you don't make it your sickend for 24 hours (Chuffy get's to roll twice for this)

Mogmurch is let in front of Big Chief Gutwad's "throne" and recieves a really shiny dogslicer out of the hands of Slorb.

"This be mighty Gorge of Gluttons. It sticks horses real good. You win right to use it. Not to keep. Its mighty treasure of tribe. It belongs to Chief. You bring back when you find fireworks! You hear, you bring back! Not keep! Not yours!"

It's a +1 dogslicer of horse bane (so +3 against horses with an extra +2d6 damage

Poog and Chuffy are called in front of the Chief

Slorb says:"Other goblins proofs them be heroes or tribe, now you proofs. You proofs you can be sneaky like true goblins hero should. We play Hide or Get Clubbed now!."

This is the goblin version of hide and seek. The dare-taker rushes off into the marsh without any weapons and attempts to find a good hiding
spot (make a Stealth check to determine his success at hiding). The other goblins (most of the tribe) try to find him, and if they do, the finder is allowed to whack the previously hidden goblin with a club.

Mogmurch thumps his fist on his chest and shouts "Mogmurch already proves that he be hero, but now Mogmurch shows you allz that he even bigger hero!"
And with that proclamation, he goes running off into the woods.
Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Ooh, that's going to leave a bump...

After Mogmurch runs of to hide he hears a lot of goblins shouting and running in all directions

Number of Goblins close enough to Mogmurch to try to find him: 1d10 ⇒ 6

Perception Goblin 1: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Perception Goblin 2: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Perception Goblin 3: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Perception Goblin 4: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Perception Goblin 5: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6
Perception Goblin 6: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

The first 2 goblins that come close can't seem to find Mogmurch in his hidding place..but the 3th one that passes by yells" Finds him! Here he isses!"

And smack Mogmurch on the head with a tree branch doing 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1 1 non lethal damage.

Growling and holding his head, Mogmurch stumbles back to the party. After his headache subsides, Mogurch makes his way over to Reta and whispers

Reta picks her nose thoughtfully at his whisper.

Continuing to form plans she waves off Poog and Chuffy. "Go play your game. Reta never run or hide." You've seen her do both on multiple occasions, though you suppose it might be a bit less than some others. "If you too weak to even hide, then Reta won't let prize go waste."

Chuffy would huff and puff at losing the contest but would eventually let out a masterful belch to settle his stomach.

fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

After the belch leaves, wether hes feeling a bit ill or not he'd follow the others to stand infront of big chief boss. Listening to the challenge his eyes would light up, thinking this was a great challenge for him. Chuffy was sneaky by nature. "HA Chuffy hide from all of you. None of you smart enough to find chuffy". With that he'd run off quickly with a manic cackling laugh only to disappear into the swamp

stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

Number of Goblins close enough to Chuffy to try to find him: 1d10 ⇒ 9

Perception Goblin 1: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11
Perception Goblin 2: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Perception Goblin 3: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Perception Goblin 4: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Perception Goblin 5: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Perception Goblin 6: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
Perception Goblin 7: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Perception Goblin 8: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Perception Goblin 9: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

A bunch of goblins are stomping through the area where Chuffy is hiding, but none of them are able to find the sneaky, sneaky goblin.

After a while the goblins just give up and go back to the village to party, drink and eat.....Chuffy get's bored after a while as well and goes back into town.

When he arrives most of the goblins there seems surprised to see him again..but then Slorbs remembers they we're doing a dare! He runs to the chieftan and returns with a ring which he hands to Chuffy

"This be mystical Ring That Lets You Climb Real Good (a ring of climbing). this is not for you to keep! This is borrowed! You will gives it back! ..You can use it nows , but then we wants it back!"

"Now we does final Dare!" Any of heroes stupi..brave enough to try *pause for dramatic effect* Dare of The Rusty Earbiter:!!!!"

All the other goblins gasp, then start to cheer and hoot.

The infamous Rusty Earbiter is a hollow coil of rusty wires, barrel hoops, bent swords,and thorny branches and vines that's kept behind the
Moot House when not in use. So named for the fact that it's claimed a number of goblin ears in the past (at any one time, 1d3 ⇒ 1 partially severed goblin ears can be found tangled in its sharp internal coils), the Rusty Earbiter is both an object of fascination and fear for the Licktoads.
The half-insane tinkerer who invented the thing has long since died (carried off one night by a giant bird of some sort after his first and only test of a prototype bird-attracting hat), but his legacy lives on.

A half-dozen eager goblins roll the 20-foot coil out from behind the Moot House with the typical number of slashed fingers and stabbed legs such a task normally brings.

A PC who agrees to this dare must climb into one end of the Rusty Earbiter and then wriggle through it, coming out the other side. There’s no time limit to get this done, but the faster the better! Climbing through the Rusty Earbiter requires a series of three DC 15 Escape Artist checks as the goblin must writhe through a series of tight squeezes. Each Escape Artist check takes 1 full round to attempt, and each one must be repeated until a successful check is made before moving on to the next one (or, in the case of the last check, successfully crawling out the far end of the tube). If the PC fails more than three checks, the other goblins get bored, throw a few small rocks, and wander off; after that point it doesn’t matter if the goblin gets out or not, although if she gets stuck for a few days, someone might help. But probably not. (Each failed attempt _will_ hurt)

Slorb looks at you all "Any off you'se braves enough to do Dare?"

Going to give Poog first try at this if he wants, so you'll all have a chance to win something..if he fails, or passes on the dare..the rest of you can try

Chuffy would saunter back in, absently looking around before coming up behind one of the goblins he saw searching, at which point he'd yell YOU SUCK!. With a manic laugh he'd then move to the chief and collect the ring which he'd put on his finger. He barely heard the demand that it be returned as that wasn't really in chuffys nature. It MIGHT be given back..maybe....possibly.

When he hears of the next dare his eyes would grow as wide as saucers. This is a famous dare, and one that Chuffy had thought many a time on testing. He was skilled in escaping and moving through narrow spaces yet never before has the reward been worth the risk. Now he could impress people, which chuffy enjoyed doing from time to time. He'd stand back and let someone else go first however. Blood on the wire would make it slicker after all!

Mogmurch looks the earbiter over and, for the first time tonight, he's not smiling. With a quivering voice, he says "Er, Mogmurch already prove the he a big goblin hero. He don't needs to prove anymore..."