Shifty PFS Group Alpha (Inactive)

Game Master Nik B.

Chuffy found himself trying to hide at first once the Chief's voice started to make more pustules break on his face. Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36 First nat 20 and I wasted it on a silly RP decision. Eh, se la vi.

As soon as the Chief is finished, he jumps from his hiding spot, brandishing his dogslicer. "Chuffy get stab many things! Fireworks all good, but stabbing is where fun at!!"

In the tiny cage tied to his belt, his pet spider skitters in excitement (or it's trying to escape.)

Know: Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Know: Nature (untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"Lotslegs not scary Chuffy! Squealy Nord not scary chuffy! Chuffy enjoy stabbing them!!"

Squealy Nord I handle! Mogmurch say as he stands. Looking down he realizes that he grabbed one of his bomb concoctions in his hand. I set Nord on fire! He smiles with razor sharp teeth.

I find Fireworks for Chief Mogmurch yells through the skull cap on his head. His eyes faintly glowing from beneath it's white surface.

"We see who makes bacon of who soon enough! You get fireworks and we have big celebration, shoot them at the longlegs make them burn!"

Yes! Yes Reta big hero!!! She go get firework, and killy stab stab many legs!

"Killing stabbing and burning, makes my eyes get wet with happy!"

As soon as the Chief is finished, Chuffy jumps from his hiding spot

"SORCERY! In-non-visibility!" The Chief exclaims in bewilderment

"Lotslegs not scary Chuffy! Squealy Nord not scary chuffy! Chuffy enjoy stabbing them!!"!

"NO! You set them on fire with sorcery magic, you not known to be magitrician, you will put on magic show at the party tonight!"

With that, Slorb ushers you all back out of the tent, as he does he shoves a cure map into Chuffys hand. "Prepare for feast tonight. Then you go on quest tomorrow morning. Go!"

Outside there is already the start of activity with a gaggle of Goblins starting to lay on wood for what will likely be a gigantic bonfire.

"Wait! Chuffy not sorcey-ry! Chuffy just--" He's cut off as he's kicked out of the Moot house. "I just good hiding!"

He thinks about it, which takes all of two seconds, and realizes that if Chief Rendwattle told him to do magic, he'd better do magic, or he'd be the next thing thrown on a bonfire!

Chuffy goes over to Mogmurch. "Can Chuffy borrow some fire-fire things? Chuffy need be magiksman tonight."

Mogmurch looks at Chuffy turning his head slightly. Mogmurch digs through his pack for a bit. He has a little trouble finding what he needs and just dumps out the entire bag. Out falls a jester's hat, an eyepatch with a hole cut in the middle. Out of one pocket jumps out a small toad and a few small vials clatter hard on the ground.

Grabbing one of the vials he hurls it towards Chuffy. Here! This make big fire. You be good Magiksman. Remember. Very important on how to use.

Mogmurch holds up two fingers First Close eyes!
He holds up three fingers Second shake it hard.
He holds up one finger Last throw it!

Give Chuffy Bomb

"Very nice! I not stab you later!" Chuffy puts the bomb into his pocket, then heads off in a direction, seeing what he can do for the big bonfire.

Either Mogmurch doesn't know or just doesn't care enough to say to Chuffy that Bombs only work the round they were mixed! Chuffy is gonna be in trouble...

Not sure Mogmurch even knows how his own bombs work. Chuffy should be good as it is not mixed yet until he shakes it.

You make 'splosives?! Reta like 'splosives!!

Reta looks at Chuffy and grins
Mogmurch betta hope thems magic 'splosives!!! Chuffy be smooshed if they ain't!!

She cackles maniacally and dances around in a small circle.

Poog wait patiently Mog bomb to explode in Chuffy pants. It not happen. Poog sad.

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 huge firework that he lights and points at the giant pile of wood. A moment later, a ball of flame and showers of sparks bursts from the tube with a thunderous boom and sets the bonfire alight. The goblins cheer as the flames catch on and the bonfire roars into the night sky.

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.

If you would like to indulge in the apples, you must make a DC 8 Fortitude save or be sickened for 24 hours.

There is much talk of a magic show. Goblins begin milling around wondering who is going to be disappeared into jam.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Let Poog drink bravery-in-a-jug! Not that Poog need, Poog already bravest.

I hear Chuffy make magic show. Poog very excited.

Chuffy finds his best shirt (which has one less hole in it than his normal shirt), wipes his face of remaining pus (with the back of his hand), and presents himself on stage for his "magic" show.

"Fellow Licktoads! I, Chuffy Lickwound, will make magiks as declared by Chief Rendwattle!"

Chuffy takes the vial and does as he was told.

"Close eyes!" He shuts his eyes tight, getting pus in them.
"Shake it hard!" He shakes the vial so hard he nearly falls off stage.
"Throw it!!" He gives the vial a mighty hurl right towards the barrel of apples. To Hit: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 4 = 7 Miss Square: 1d8 ⇒ 7

"Dja-dja!!!" Chuffy's gonna get it....

Boo! Boo! Poog shout hard at Chuffy. Bravery-in-jug really gets to Poog head.

Reta laugh too hard, and toots. Then, Reta realize Chuffy just 'sploded all tha yum yum drinks.
Chuffy you big dumb!! Yum Yums all 'sploded now! What we 'sposed ta drink on da secret mission now?!

There is a mystified silence as the rest of the Goblins try and work out what took place. They seem generally unconvinced.

A lone Goblin wanders to the barrel and peers into it curiously before dipping a finger into the water and then tasting some of the water - the top of which is now covered in a film of flamable accelerants, The goblin then proceeds to drink a mouthful of the new mixture before standing bolt upright "HE MADES IT MORE DIZZY HEAD!" - the Goblins cheer at the sorcery displayed, raising the alchoholic content of the 'apple cider'.

The Chief was clearly hoping for more of a show though and grunts something about Squealy Nord.

Reta hoots and hollers.
Me ain't afraid o no squealy nord!! Chuffy ain't neither!! We heroes!!

"Chuffy did that?" Chuffy takes a big swig of the 'cider.' Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 Unless the Fort save changed.

"Chuffy bestes Sorcy in world!!"

Mogmurch laughs hysterically at Chuffy as he burns down the barrel. He falls to the ground causing even more bombs to be jostled about. It is amazing that everything around him doesn't explode and catch fire.

He mades it more dizzy head! He better sorcerer than Poog think! He sorcererer!

There is much excitement building in the village around the campfire, the words 'squealy' and 'Nord' bandied around, the idea starts gaining momentum and soon enough half the village is standing by a 20' diameter pit that is 10' deep. Tethered to a pole in the middle is the porcine namesake himself "WHO IS GOBLINS ENOUGH TO DANCE HIS BACK!" goes the cry, and suddenly all eyes are on you!

The challenge is to saddle up on the pig and last three rounds, whoever tries must make three ride checks...

Mogmurch leaps the fence right on top of Squealy Nord. Mogmurch not fraid of Little Nord!

ride 1 : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
ride 1 : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
ride 1 : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Reta shoves Mogmurch away when he's done.
You no ride good like Reta! Reta show Licktoads how it's done!

She jumps onto the pig's back and clamps down with her legs so hard her eyes squint.

Ride: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
Ride: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Ride: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Poog show once and for all who best rider!

Ride: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Ride: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Ride: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
There is much cheering as Mogmurch is led to the pit and mounts up on the big mud covered pig. The couple of Goblins holding the tether whilst she gets up there give a nod and then run away screaming as the pig is loosed... Mogmurch does a great job of hanging on for around twelve seconds before being flung into the mud, without injury.

Poog and Reta manage to both go the distance, to the great delight of the audience.

"CHAMPIUNZ! LEGEND GOBLINS!" the crowd goes wild.

Two bottles are brought forward as reward, one to Poog and one to Reta “Dragon Brew Gourd” - (an elixir of fire breath).

Reta hold her Dragon Brew Gourd up high and shout to the goblins.
Reta best! You argue, I stab you good!

Darn these time restrain computers!

"Chuffy prove he rider as well as sorcyry!!"

Ride: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Ride: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Ride: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Mogmurch shakes the mud from his body as he growls at Squealy Nord

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Chuffy saddles up and once again has a surprisingly good start dancing on Squaly Nord, indeed Chuffy gets right into the groove - until Nord goes one way and Chuffy goes another - flinging Chuffy into the side of the pit - but Chuffy shows he is super bouncy and doesn't smash to paste.

The crowd cheers and jeers at the satisfying bit of tragedy.

The night thus continues until another cheer goes up from the crowd and a wicker basket is held aloft "Who can eat a bag of Bull Slugs real quick!?" goes the challenge to the excited Goblins - and with that the basket is opened and some of the contents held for all to see - Bull slugs are black, wriggling slugs the size of sausages. Even among the goblins, they’re considered particularly foul-tasting and, because of the large amounts of slime they exude, difficult to chew.

"One minute to eat a full bag of sluggies!" cries the slug holder, who pulls some soggy leaf napkins from his pocket.

"Chuffy still bestest magicerer in world, so eating bull slugs be easy!"

Chuffy digs in with two hands, trying to eat as many of the disgusting things he can!

Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Why you move, slugs? You better no move. Poog fire bolt of fire to fry slugs. Fried slug taste better. Poog then eat crispy slugs.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Chuffy and Poog manage to gorge down a Bull Slug each - they wriggle, taste of
rotten fish, and burst with a little squeal when chewed.

Looking down though they see four more in each of their bags...!

They only have a limited time left to get the slugs down.

Five slugs in each bag, and successfully eating one requires a DC 15 Fortitude save (this drops to a DC 10 Fortitude save if the goblin doesn’t bother to spit out the slug’s mildly poisonous slime bladder—but neglecting to take care not to eat the slime bladder could have repercussions). 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.

The Goblins are going crazy, cheering, leering, and choking on their own disgust!

Reta stops showing off her "trophy" for riding squealy nord, and grabs a bag.
Reta hero! Reta eat slugs! Better than anyone!

Slug One Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Slug Two Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Slug Two Second Attempt: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Slug Two Third Attempt: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Slug Three Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Slug Three Second Attempt: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Slug Four Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Slug Five Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Reta gets the first slug down, but the last one just proves hard to swallow - as it were - but after some gagging she eventually necks the thing... only three more to go!

6 rounds left Reta, and three slugs!

You ninja'd me whilst I edited shifty. Haha.

Poog happily chew on scorched slugs, and show everybody he has strongest stomach.

He doesn't bother spitting out the slime bladders

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Bweaarp!!

Chuffy does his best to keep up with Poog, trying to regain what little honor he had after he feel from Nord. Not bothering with the slime sacks. Bad idea on his part.

Fort Save 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Fort Save 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Fort Save 3: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Fort Save 4: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Chuffy doesn't make it...

Was Reta spitting out the bladders? Or just going to try tough it out?

She wasnt spitting them out

Fort Slug 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Fort Slug 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Fort Slug 3: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Fort Slug 3: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Fort Slug 4: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Fort Slug 5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Fort Slug 5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Fort Slug 5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Fort Slug 5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Fort Slug 5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Mogmurch easily swallows the first four slugs. The fifth slug gets to him though as it keeps squirming out of his mouth falling back onto the table. Grabbing on of his bombs he slams the canister on the table to try and make the slug stop squirming so as to eat it easier.

Reta and Poog and Mogmurch down the slugs like champs, but as they wipe what is left of the mucus and flesh from their smiles the Goblins cheer - and wonder - as only a few sacs were spat out.

P 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
R 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Reta keeps on with her slug eating grin, but Poog feels REALLY ill.

Sickened condition, 24 hours

There is a hue and a cry of cheering as the award is brought forward and the Chiefs favourite weapon is loaned to the group - the mighty 'Gorge of Gluttons'! If you lose it on the trip though, heads will roll.

+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)

"Now time for NEW GAME!" is the cry that gets the Goblins interested "Hide or get Clubbed!" - the Goblins go berserk! "You takes the dare, you run into the marsh with no weapons and find a good hidey spot - but you get found you get whacked!"

To play, you make a stealth roll, and the a pack of Goblins with sticks go looking for you - what happens next is not too hard to work out... :)

Feel. Bad.

Poog heart not really in it. Poog try to hide, but leave trail of puke and snail bits.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 2 = 8

Time for Chuffy to do what chuffy does best! Hide!

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

Reta scurries into the underbrush and hides as best she can.
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

Mogmurch hops in the barrel of fuzzy headed stuff and crouches down into the murky water.

Poog hides for a bit, but the smell of all the guts gives him away - he gets set upon when a nasty trio of Goblins spot him and go WHUMP!
5 damage

Chuffy is invisible. Apparently. Much astonishment!

Reta is invisible too. Goblinses get real suspicious that Chuffy and Reta may be hiding in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G

That Mogmurch isn't found either just adds more speculation to the tree, just many Goblins now wondering who K-I-S-S-I-N-G who.

"Magic!" cries the Chief, and for your efforts, the goblin group is loaned the mystical Ring That Lets You
Climb Real Good

(a ring of climbing); like Gorge of Gluttons, this magic ring is on loan from the chieftain’s treasury.

Not satisfied with the level of blood and violence, the Goblins move onto the finale...!

"WE DAREZ YOU TO PLAY WITH RUSTY EARBITER!"

The Rusty Earbiter: 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 (indeed, three partially severed goblin ears can be seen tangled in its sharp internal coils), the Rusty Earbiter is both an object of fascination and fear for the Licktoads. 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.

This will involve Escape Artist checks... you can already smell the blood

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Reta secretly gulp in fear when the Rusty Ear Biter mentioned. However, she big hero, and big heroes don't get scared by stupid wires.
Reta go first! Reta no scared!

Reta gets past the first turn with spiky sharp blades and manages to avoid spilling her own blood... she realises she made it a third of the way...!

Two more Escape Artist checks - DC15.
Each failed Escape Artist check causes 1d4–2 points of damage (a result of lessthan 1 point of damage indicates no damage is taken) from the Rusty Earbiter's spiky spikes.

Escape artist 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Escape artist 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Escape artist 3: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Mogmurch dives headfirst into the Rusty Earbiter. Me not afraid!

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Escape Artist: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Reta not do so good. Big head make hard to escape from sharp stuff.
I forgot about this trait until just now. If you rule that her head makes it hard to get out, then go ahead and apply the penalties to the rolls and roll the damage. My bad. :)

Goblin Trait: Balloon-Headed
Your head is particularly wide and large, even for a goblin. You gain a +1 bonus on Perception checks, and Perception is always a class skill for you. Any Escape Artist checks that require you to squeeze your head through a tight space take a -8 penalty.

"Chuffy real good at escaping pain-danger! This easy!"

Escape Artist 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Escape Artist 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Escape Artist 3: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

"Ow! Ow!"

1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
1d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2