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TheBobJones is now Mogmurch (first come, first serve!!!)
Just post which character you are playing, here, and add it to your tagline. Also, go ahead and download your the pregens, and do what you want for your character sheet. In the discussion thread, note the character's PFS# you are applying this to.
We'll start as soon as we have four players dotted in. We'll take up to all six (players 5&6 have to pick a pregen that is already chosen - a duplicate!)
Dot! It doesn't matter to me which one I play, so if someone specifically wants the cleric, just say so, otherwise I will take that one.
Papasteve has Poog!!! (Poog rawks. That's who I played!)
BobJones: Mogmurch
Papasteve: Poog
"Chuffy like to sneaky. Chuffy like to stabby. You no see Chuffy till Chuffy licking where Chuffy stabby." A greedy little goblin licks his teeth and leers at the assembled crew. Yes, let foolish other gobbos think Chuffy want only to stabby. "Chuffy like stealy mosty!" Chuffy need work on internal monologue.
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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 killed 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!
"I am Poog. Poog of Zarongel. We will be goblin legends. If you are bad at helping with important mission, Zarongel will help me burn your hut down too, and you will not be goblin legend. This is dogfinder. He find more than dogs. He find if you are bad at helping. Then you end up like other lucky toad, horsefinder."
Poog shows the other goblins his live lucky toad (dogfinder) first, then pulls out his previous lucky toad, (horsefinder) a squashed, dried up toad from his pocket. He smirks and crosses his arms with an air of snide, cocky superiority, fully expecting to lead the group as the religious zealot he is.
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"Me Mogmurch, I make . You touch Mogmurch, me make you go , you look me funny, you go , you take Mogmurch leeches, you go . Me smarter than yoos." The small goblin, every time he says BOOMS, lifts his legs, lands on his butt cheeks, bounces, and dexterously returns to his feet.
"Good. Zarongel thinks you help good. You no have to burn like scribbleface hut."
Poog continues his smug stance. You can't quite tell if he was afraid of the potential conflict with the bomber, or if he truly meant the words he said.
"OOGA BOOGA BOO!!!" comes a voice from the shadows as a very sneaky goblin covered in pimples (each at varying stages of eruption) steps forth, "Haw! Chuffy scare youse but good! Me Chuffy. This Chuffy slicer. Chuffy slice you if Chuffy no like. But you make bomb and make fire and make better. Chuffy like plenty."
Part of Chuffy's face explodes violently in a tiny, pussy spurt as he grins.
"Ooh, and these Chuffy's pets," says the sadistic little goblin, patting cages with various creepy crawlies in them - most notably a malnourished frog and a venomous-looking spider, "You touch pets, Chuffy slice."
"Creepy crawlies,
Good to see -
Not like sneaky
Old Chuff-y!"
The little goblin inexplicably breaks out into song, mostly comparing himself favorably to vermin.
Roger that, I'll roll up Reta Bigbad tomrrow and get a post it! Should be sweet!
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You have all gathered in from of the Moot House, awaiting invitation from Slorb (His Mighty Girthness Chief Rendwattle Gutwad's chief advisor). You hear a high-pitched, nasal voice (Slorb) call you in.
Chief Gutwad sits precariously atop the Teeter Chair . He is a corpulant goblin, the most powerful person the Licktoads have ever met. His voice is so powerful, that the Licktoads fear hearing it!
Slorb says, "Now you are here. You sit in dirt in front of Great Chief Gutwad! Great honor!"
"Poog sit. You see how good Poog listens to great chief gutwad and slorb."
Poog then suddenly drops to the floor on his rump. He has difficulty finding a comfortable position to hold for more than a minute, and so is constantly shifting positions.
Poog legs feel all tingly. Not good tingly.
"Chuffy am taking great honor. Chuffy sit, see? No see knife? Good!" Chuffy takes his seat on a prime piece of dirt. His face leaks onto a small patch of dirt and he uses the resulting mud to put two stylish commando streaks across his cheeks below the eyes.
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Reta clumsily staggers up to the others, her gigantic, bulbous head swaying and tottering with each step. A moment later, the burly, gruff looking female goblins drops to the dirt unceremoniously beside Mogmurch.
Once on the ground beside the one-that-makes-fire-splosions, the strong female goblin begins to try and pull Mogmurch on to her lap. Repeatedly, she keeps tugging at Mogmurch.
"Cheif Gutwad say . You not smart like Reta... You 'tupid... You no listen to great cheif!" she yells, squabbling and struggling with Mogmurch. "Stop trugglin' or Reta use club and make you sleep!"
"Come here, Fat Frog!" Chuffy places his lucky frog (which is actually a toad) on his lap. The emaciated creature barely manages a croak.
"Fat Froggy want flies?" asks Chuffy slowly, as though speaking to something very stupid. The poor, starving frog's eyes bulge wide at the site of the insects in Chuffy's hand, "No, you still too fat! Froggy on diet. Wingsies is all Fat Frog get."
Chuffy then occupies himself with pulling the wings off the half-dead flies, and flinging the flimsy filaments towards Fat Frog's cage. A few even get close enough for the toad's dry tongue to scrape up off the dirt from where it sits in its prison.
"Yippeee! Fire fire fire!" squeals Chuffy in delight, several of his pimples and one boil spurt out their contents as though sharing the goblin's excitement, "Chuffy so happy! Chuffy make song:
"Flames will burn and leap so high!
Chuffy love burn, is no lie.
Horsies sizzle, longhanks fry -
Smoke and ashes in the sky!"
The little goblin licks Fat Frog between rhyming lines, more vigorously each time.
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"We kill many dogs and horses for you, Chief Gutwad! We find the boomsticks and brings them back, like Chief Gutwad says! We won't 'splode them first like dem Mosswood durks a couple years ago, we won't! Show Rita where the fireworks are? On piece of paper? How'd they get there?" She looks a bit puzzled, but brightens as the prospect of a feast and games gets through the haze. She hoots and hollers as they are led out of the hut. This promised to be a fine night.
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Some of the you might actually know a little about where you are going.
Brinestump Marsh: The marsh is a place of great bounty, with lots of places to hide and lots of delicious things to eat. Some of those things are kind of poisonous, though, so take care. One of the best things about the marsh is that the humans don’t normally come into it. They’re afraid of the monsters. Which are a concern, but if you know about them before they find out about you, running is always an option. Among the dangers that you can expect to face in the portion of Brinestump Marsh that you’ll be heading through are wild dogs, giant bugs, giant snakes, and giant frogs. Oh, and Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many. And maybe Vorka.
`Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many: There are plenty of giant bugs in the swamp, but of late, the giant spider known as Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many (known more often simply as “Lotslegs,”) is the most notorious. The giant spider lives somewhere in the marsh between the Licktoad village and the coast, and the route that Scribbleface’s
Scribbleface’s Map: The map is relatively simple, showing little more than the Licktoad village, the old shipwreck on the coast that supposedly contains the fireworks, and the creek that runs between the two locations. By following the creek, the PCs should be able to easily reach the old wreck. Unfortunately, the old wreck is also located in the part of the swamp that all Licktoads know to be the territory of Vorka the cannibal.
Vorka: One of the greatest terrors of the swamp, at least to the Licktoads, is old Vorka, a ravenous cannibal goblin who, legend tells, was once the wife of a Licktoad chieftain. She murdered and ate that chieftain, as well as several other goblins, before she was driven out of town many years ago. Since then, the story says that she’s lived alone somewhere along the coast to the west of Licktoad village, and while she’s never returned, most goblins who go missing in that part of the swamp are assumed to have been eaten by the cannibal.
You each may make one knowledge local check. If you make it, reveal the next spoiler (i.e., if someone has revealed the first, then do the second). Remember that you may make a knowledge check untrained, but that it caps at 10 (good thing these are all DC 10!)
Please post what you know, when you make your roll, so that we'll know when to move on. (Role play what you know, and what you tell the other goblins)
"Ooh, Chuffy heard of Brinestump Marsh!" says Chuffy, excitedly scratching his face and coming away with a puss-soaked hand, "Chuffy know song!
"Plenty place for sneaky sneaky,
Lots to eat, goes squeaky squeaky.
Make you sick might yummy yummies -
After eat void tummy tummies!
"Monsters make swamp nice and roomy,
Free from nasty pale face humies.
Monsters sometimes try to bite you -
Run away before they sight you!
"(Poison, giant) bugs, snakes and frogs,
And filthy smelly snippy dogs.
Lotslegs eat wee goblin porkers,
Me not know about no Vorka!
"The Brineswamp be great place to stay,
The gobbos love swamp night or day.
We love to light a great big fire -
Might be hard deep in the mire."
Having recited the verse more or less verbatim from memory, Chuffy smiles a satisfied smile and rewards himself by lancing a boil with his slicer.
"Poog already know about Brineswamp. Poog know Vorka too."
Standing up, and slowly walking out, Poog makes no indication of elaborating on his declarations.
"Big fireworks make Zarongel smile. We do this and make chief Gutwad smile. Other goblins bow down to us and chief gutwad. and Slorb."
Maybe Zarongel give Poog his own tribe someday...
A crooked smile appears on the face of the cleric as they make ready to leave.
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"Me heard of this swamp too. Made bigger Amfibier go there once."
"Mogmurch know `Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many live there. `Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many scare Mogmurch. I would like to see it go . One leg could go there, one leg could go there, another leg could go there. Ooooh, now I want to make `Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many go "
Mogmurch starts to jangle his jester bells, swinging his head back and forth.
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Reta pushes Mogmurch away, discarded and completely uninteresting to her any longer, even though moments earlier she had been trying, with all her might, to get him to sit on her lap. Her bulbous head sways precariously as she stands, as if its weight and disproportionately huge size may topple her, but manages to stay on her feet and walk out scratching indelicately and at a delicate region of her body.
"Then find the water and follow until we find the ship, and get fireworks. Unformidably, that Vorka's land. Vorka love to eat goblin... and worse, we need to walk far to get there."
"In Brineswamp we could stop for a snack, make walk better... many tasty, big fat juicy bugs in Brineswamp," Reta calls aloud. "Fly wings, spider legs, snail shells for crunch, wash it down with slug slime..."
Walking further, Reta continues to list various pieces of insect anatomy, her stomach grumbling loudly until she stops suddenly in her tracks, and inhales in and act of profound recognition and excited anticipation.
"Lotslegs-Eat-Goblin-Babies-Many lives in Brineswamp... Lotslegs-Eat-Goblin-Babies-Many has many legs... Spider legs delicious," Reta works her simple train of thought aloud so as to not confuse herself. "We could eats lots of legs of Lotslegs-Eat-Goblin-Babies-Many..."
A broad, toothy grin spreads across the goblin's face, stretching nearly from ear to eat, a devious fire alight behind her eyes, "We eat spider legs... We taste like spider... Vorka not want to eat us... we eat Vorka!"
"I mean," Reta corrects herself while shaking her head violently from side to side and slapping her balloon-ish temple. "We Vorka!"
She stands still, her smile still beaming.
"I. AM. A. GUINNESS."
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The "other" Rita exposes the final notes about Vorka, a particularly cannibalistic goblin that was originally a Licktoad.
The Licktoad goblins spend the rest of the day boilding a huge bonfire out of pretty much everything they can get their hands on. Branches, sticks, unburnt timbers from Scribbleface's hut, you name it. As night falls, a group of four goblins struggle to carry the Teeter Chair, complete with Chief Gutwad sitting atop it, out to the bonfire. Gutwad lights the fire with a Desnan candle, This signals the start of an all-night party the features lots of good things to eat (fish, snails, and snakes). The chief has a large barrel of fermenting cider apples out for the village to share!
If you choose to eat some of these, please state how many you are eating, and make a fort save (they are very intoxicating)!
"Chuffy no scared no apple. Chuffy eat."
"Chuffy no shcared no apple. *hic* Chuffy eat."
"Chuffy no shcared no apple. Shee? Shnoffink. *hic* Chuffy eat."
"T-t-tuffy no ssshhcared no applesh! Pffffssshhh. *hic*. Chuppy nom."
"Ch-Chuffy no feel ssshho good. *hic*"
"*hic* "
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"Why other gobos eat these fruits? I no eat fruit like girly longshank."
Looking around at all the fun, Mogmurch decides to try one.
"Why Chuffy speak so slow? Maybe one more apple. Then watch the fire go [bigger]BOOM[/bigger"
"ohh not feel good. Maybe no more apple. Maybe"
With that Mogmurch spray vomits all he had eaten that day, fermented apples, slugs, snails (shells and all), and the sole of a shoe.
"Feel better. Maybe eat that slug again. Was good first time. Probably better second time."
"Ok, last apple"
Eating that last apple, Mogmurch falls backward and blacks out.
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Poog wanders around the festivities, trying to look serious and pious, though his facade doesn't last very long. Before long he is reveling and eating and generally lighting things on fire with the rest of his rowdy brethren.
After a few hours and several apples later, he can be seen sitting cross-legged on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably as he pets his dried up former lucky toad, horsefinder.
"Dogfinder a good replacement. Poog see you someday again soon. *sniff* You still stay warm in Poog's pocket, keep dogfinder company." He pulls out his gnarled wooden flute and wistfully plays a melancholy tune in between sniffles and hiccups.
"Chuffy jusht want be loved!" wails the sadistic little creep from out of nowhere, "Why nishce gobbo-wivesh no love Chuffy? *sob* Chuffy shlishce real good and... and... and have lovely pershonality. *sob* Why they no love Chuffy?" Chuffy Lickwound's ungoblinlike wailing goes on for quite some time. Tears mix with pimple juice and roll down Chuffy's face to sully the ground.
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Poog has joins Chuffy and Mormurch in their intoxication, but Rita has been showing her fortitude by not succumbing!
If there is anything that goblins like, other than singing fire, and food, and intoxicating things, it is dares!
As it happens, this celebration is packed full of dares!
It is time to Dance with Squealy Nord!. Poog is challenged by several other goblins to ride the vicious boar that the goblins keep in a pen in the middle of the village, right next to the goblin baby cages.
Does Poog accept the dare?
"Poog rider of great reown. known. re-know. Poog great rider. Even longshanks hear of Poog's riding skill. Me show you how... shut up gulch. you burn if you keep laughing. SHUT UP GULCH!"
Poog begins to murmer and waggle his fingers, beginning to cast a spell that most assuredly deals with large amounts of fire before someone stops him and ushers him to the center of the party where the boar awaits. As he passes the snickering gulch, Poog kicks out, connecting squarely between the legs of the no-longer-laughing goblin taunter.
"Poog accept the challenge!"
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Poog is brought to the 20 foot diameter, 10 foot deep circular put. Squealy Nord is tethered for the dare, and will be released with Poog (or another ride, later) on his back.
So, Poog gets up on the pig's back, and prepares to ride.
Squealy Nord flies out of the tether, bucks and spins, squealing loudly! Poog hangs on, looking almost bored at the effort!
Squealy Nord stops suddenly, throwing Poog right over his head, into the pit. The goblins go wild when they see this.
Luckily for Poog, he does not hit the large rock that he was sailing towards, though he does get a face full of pig muck! At least a couple goblins sigh audibly when they see Poog get up, relatively unhurt.
The pitmaster yells out, "Who is next? Who will Dance with the Mighty Squealy Nord?!"
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Rita steps up, and is helped onto Squealy Nord's back.
And Squealy rushes out from his bindings!
She successfully hangs on as the pig(let) rushes up to the wall and tries to dash her into it.
Squealy tries a different tactic and ties to roll around in the muck. Rita grabs hold, tightly, puts her foot out, and keeps him from rolling over.
The pig then tries what he did on Poog. Rushes out, and stops suddenly. Rita was ready for this, and Squealy was in for a shock, when the goblin is still hanging on. At this point, he just lays down and looks dejected.
Slorb comes over, bearing a large gourd. "Chief Gutwad proclaims that Rita has won the challenge!!" The goblins all cheer!
"In recognition of her achievement, she gets the use of a Dragon Fire Gourd!!!" More cheering, and some chants of "Fire! Fire! Fire!
"Chuffy shlurp shlugs..." says an inebriated Chuffy Lickwound, stepping forwards and exercising extremely poor judgement.