WBG II (Inactive)

Game Master Lordzum

Diplomacy, or intimidate.

"Had too many slugs already..." Reta suddenly realizes she's not feeling entirely well after feasting and then riding.

The explosion of Poogs antics set many goblin aflame , those spared from a fiery death cheer their new champion Poog of Zarongal on. (Roll for frenzy not necessary, fire makes goblins frenzy anyhow)

Slorb manages to gather the attention of the frenzied masses and again speaks, his voice less pleasant than nails on a chalk board.

"Looks like Reta not so big and bad after all, Mogmurch and Poog will race to see who can finish bag o'slugs first."

Slorb signals some other goblins to hand Mogmurch and Poog their bags o'slugs, a third bag reserved for Reta is consumed by the goblin that was tasked with holding it. He makes sure he spits out a part of it before swallowing. Goblins on fire continue to run around the camp as Slorb tries to get everyones attention.

Slorb begins a countdown
" Ten, nine, noodles, twelve, eleventeen, purple, one. Go!!!"

When the countdown is complete Slorb has two of his oversized goblin toughs summon Chuffy.

Let's have both Poog, and Mogmurch roll 5 Fortitude saves to begin. Let me know if you choose to spit the poison bladder out or not before rolling.

Chuffy was happy to avoid the squealy nord. The thing terrified him. He wasn't bothered that he did not get awarded one of the Dragon Brew Gourds. He could always steal one later and replace the contents with Chuffy's Yellow Brew.

Chuffy giggles.

When Poog throws his into the fire Chuffy's giggle turns to a choke. Nooooooooo! His mind mourns the lost Brew. Yessssss! It turns to glee upon seeing the big explosion.

When the bag-o-slugs dare is announced, he literally jumps forward. "You no forget Chuffy! Chuffy eat lots-o-slugs! Hey, what you wants?" He scowls at Slorb's toughs.

Goblin tough: "Slorb have different game for Champion Chuffy. You go hide now, ask questions later."

Go ahead and make a stealth check Chuffy, Slorb's toughs inform you that you have been voluntold to be the contestant in the game of Hide or Get Clubbed. You will have an opportunity to hide while Mogmurch and Poog eat the slugs.

Chuffy scoffs at the toughs. "Hiding dumb. Everyone know Chuffy best hider you never seen. Chuffy once hid so good that Chief not see put boogers in favorite cup." He preens, then realizes the tough will probably tell the chief.

"Hey, wassat?!" He points behind the toughs with wide eyes, then darts off to hide.

Bluff for distraction: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34

Mogmurch was big on enthusiasm, but not big on considering what might happen in the future.

He grabbed the 5 slugs and consumed every part of them as quickly as possible. He muttered words as he ate, "Me knew Big head Reta was no hero. If Reta want, she can lick slug off Mogmurch face with Rempty." He ducks as a rock came whistling at his head from Rempty's direction.

Fort save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Fort save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Fort save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Fort save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Fort save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Glancing at Mogmurch "the hero" taking his sweet Goblin hero time, I'll eat the entire bag. . ., and it's contents. I foresee this sucking...

Fort 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Fort 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Fort 3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Fort 4: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Fort 5: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

What the crap!!!

Darn it, Poog look like the better hero, lol!

Mogmurch, and Poog reach into their bags and produce a sausage sized slug. The large amounts of slime produced makes them difficult to consume.

Round 1: Poog and Mogmurch are able to choke down one large fish tasting slug each.

Round 2: Poog's draws a particularly slippery slug and drops it on the floor. Mogmurch smiles at the opportunity to take the lead, and guzzles down his second slug, poison bladder be damned.

Round 3: Poog is able to pick up the slug on the floor, the dirt coats it like a sugar cookie, making it much easier to wolf down. Mogmurch, being cheered on by Rempty, begins chewing on the largest slug Brinestump marsh has ever seen. He manages to finish it, but his mouth is nearly glued shut by the excess slime.

Round 4: With the extra slime coating his mouth Mogmurch is having trouble with his next slug. Poog on the other hand realizes his foes dilemna, and bites his slug in twain and gulps it down without a second thought.

Round 5: That giant slug is really taking it's toll on Mogmurch, and he is still having trouble opening his mouth, perhaps Reta slipped him a glue slug. Poog is able to finally take the lead when he finishes his fourth slug. The race is on.

Current score
Mogmurch 3
Poog 4

Go ahead and give me 5 more Fortitude saves from the both of you.

Slorb dispatches a large group of goblins to find the vict... er volunteer Chuffy Lickwound.

Chuffy is the closest thing Brinestump Marsh has to a ninja, his skills at hiding are unparalleled. He maintains his stilness even as

1d10 ⇒ 4 goblins approach near his hiding place.

The 4 goblins pass by Chuffy without ever noticing him. It does not take long for the goblins to lose interest in this stupid game and return to Slorb admitting defeat. It is up to you when and if you come out of hiding to claim your prize Chuffy.

Fort save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Fort save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Fort save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Fort save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Frt save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Mogmurch am not feel so good, urp..."

Chuffy sneaks up on Slorb and attempts to "Chuffy" his drink.

You want sneaky,
Chuffy it,
Fill Slorb's mug
With piece of...

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24

Ewww...

Not being the most observant goblin, Slorb's eyes are fixed on the slug competition after his mob reported Chuffy was too hard to find.

He lifts the flagon of fermented apple juice and takes a swig. He winces

"Nutty?"

then takes another drink.

Bennett usually posts later in the evening, so I'll give him a push tomorrow morning if he does not roll his fortitude saves tonight.

Fort 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Fort 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Fort 3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Fort 4: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Fort 5: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

. . . ouch

We both are getting sick, Beckett!

Round 6: Poog, starts having trouble with his fifth and final slug. Mogmurch on the other hand finally Breaks through the excess slime in his mouth and finishes his fourth slug. Tie game right now.

Round 7: Stuffed and unable to finish, the mighty Poog watches Mogmurch polish off his fifth and final slug. Mogmurch wins and the assembled goblin crowd goes wild. Slorb excitedly finishes his drink and awards both Mogmurch, and Chuffy their prizes.

Mogmurch begins feeling the effects from the poison bladders. Mogmurch you gain the sickened condition for the next 24 hours. Poog, Zarongel blesses you with the fortitude to not be sick (that 20 on the third roll saved your bacon).

Mogmurch receives a cloak off of the chief's back, and Chuffy a ring off of his finger.

Slorb pipes up
"Chief wants these two prizes back when fireworks returned. Last challenge is The Rusty Ear Biter, we need one volunteer."

"Rusty Earbiter?" Chuffy looks up from drooling over his new ring. "Wazzat?"

Lol, that's awesome!

"Me true hero," the alchemist stands and yells after finishing off the slugs, and getting the cloak. After it was tied around his neck, he turns and immediately hurls up the rest of the slugs. "Rempty, Mogmurch no feel so...' and immediately falls backwards, passing out.

Ill sit this one out and hold my tummy after waking up.

Awarded to Mogmurch

Awarded to Chuffy

Suddenly a horn sounds, and out from behind the Moothouse 12 Goblins are moving an amalgamation of rusted metal on various scrap. The non heroic Licktoads throw themselves at the floor in it's very presence. Some seem as if they have been touched by the goblin deities when it approaches them. Hushed whispers fill the Air.

Slorb speaking for the chief

"Chief say, the infamous Rusty Earbiter is a hollow coil of rusty wires, barrel hoops, bent swords,and thorny branches and vines that's kept behind his Moot House. It so named for the fact that it eats goblin ears. As you can see Buggy Bugeye's, Stumpy Stumpbiter, and Squee's ears can be seen partially severed in the inner coils."

A toothless goblin known as Stumpy Stumpbiter steps up to it and yells
"Me will burn you one day Rusty Ear Biter!!!"

DM, the previous post says I get a cloak of the Chief's and the most recent was the dog slicer. Which is correct, or are both correct?

Slorbs sends over two of his toughs towards the sick Mogmurch, they remove his cape and hand him the dogslicer.

The very ugly tough says to Mogmurch

"Chief cape for winner of Rusty Ear Biter. You get Gorge of Gluttons"

Thanks for pointing that out Gerald.

"Ugh...but me like cape," the goblin objects as the cape was taken off him. He barely got the words out before throwing up a few more slugs, again falling to the ground as he squeaks, "Mogmurch big hero."

Slorb via the chief

If no one go, you must go find Vorka in the morning.

I didn't think everyone would be afraid of te rusty ear biter.

If no one else wants to play, I'll give it a try!

Mogmurch wakes up from his sickened stupor. "Big hero Mogmurch not scared...too much! The rest not heroes," he yells as he staggers to his feet. "What I do now?"

"Real Goblin-hero no need human trink, . . treenkeat,. . . thingers. Real Goblin-hero, like Poog make offering to de gods and do stuff by self."

Yeah, not volunteering for this one. I have a giant head.

"Huh. Chuffy thought Rusty Earbiter something Reta done to Stumpy during night of passion. This not look too bad. Chuffy do it!"

"Er..." He glances at Reta. "Wait. We talking 'bout surviving machine or night of passion?"

Since DM will be out for a few days, we can take the time to RP a bit.

As the Chieftain and his minions take a moment to discus the next challenge, Poog will glare at his new compan-minions, "Since dey force Poog to take you along, what sort of things can you do? I make fires and death in waves <channel negative energy>, and I can slap people if they fall sleep from fear of being hit again, make them fight more. <heal> Poog is fast and tough, and hit you with power you not be able to dream of. "

"Me use fire, too. Better than you is. Watch fire. Me tease Rempty," the alchemist grins wickedly as he pulls two vials from his little belt and shakes them, throwing them in Rempty's general direction, as they explode in a fiery burst. "Rempty like that," he insists despite any of her disagreements otherwise,

While he doesn't burst out in laughter, a discernibly cruel smile does cross his face at that.

A visibly sickened Mogmurch stumbles forward and volunteers for the rusty earbiter.

The excess vomit covering your head makes wiggling through a tad bit easier, however the constant heaving makes things more difficult. +2 -2 wash

Mogmurch dives head first into the rust earbiter. Escape Artist Checks

1.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
2.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
3.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
4.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
5.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
6.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
7.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
8.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Mogmurch has a bit of difficulty getting started, He then gains a bit of traction and moves two thirds of the way through the fabled Rusty Ear Biter. All of a sudden Mogmurch hurls whatever is left in his stomach, but is cheered on by Rempty, and musters up the fortitude to make it through.

Damage from two failed saves
1. 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2
4. 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Mogmurch is then awarded the cloack he so desperately wanted.

If you guys have nothing left to do here in Brinestump Marsh, we can assume we are leaving in the morning. Let me know if you change any spells out Poog.

** spoiler omitted **

Lol, that's an awesome prize! That turtle will make a tasty snack along the way.

Too fatigued from the dares to do much more than hold his head up, the alchemist pulls a green colored vial and chugs it down, and feels a bit of his vitality return.

CLW extract 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Told everyone, told everyone, but no one listen. Mogmurch is most greatest hero in tribe. Except Chief, of course," he says, peeking sheepishly over his shoulder to the big guy.

If you guys have nothing left to do here in Brinestump Marsh, we can assume we are leaving in the morning. Let me know if you change any spells out Poog.

I'm good on both accounts. Besides the map, do we have at least a vague idea where we are going? Familiar with the area, I mean.

You know the route, but most goblins never take it due to the possibility of being cannibalized.

Let's go! And by let's, I mean Chuffy sneaks from bush to bush, letting the others draw attention to themselves and possibly get eaten first giving him a chance to run away and tell the chief that he alone survived due to being the bestest hero.

I'm good to go. Though I think I'll sneak too.

Mogmurch is ready to head out when the others are as well. Sickened, but ready.

As the morning sun arrives you are again escorted into the chiefs moothouse, The chief tells you

“get fireworks and bring them here to me.”

and orders slorb to give you the remaining fireworks, two Desnan candles, four paper candles, and a skyrocket.

Feel free to divy up the loot

The journey to the fireworks stash, as indicated on the map just pretend , is relatively short—a slog not quite a mile-long through the swamp along the creek’s southern bank. The journey takes only an hour to make. The marsh itself is relatively difficult to navigate, with numerous stretches of deep water that must be skirted and thick tangles of stinging nettles.

Everyone who is hiding make a stealth check, along with a perception check.

Mogmurch leads his band of followers the next morning, also sneaking through the swamp. He still was feeling the effects of all those slugs, however.

Perception 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 2 = 15
Stealth 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 - 2 = 11

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Poog will simply walk along, talking to his pet frog, and make a general nuisance of himself as he gives the other's locations away trying to make conversation, (mostly talking about how great he is and spreading rumors about the chief).

While moving and hiding along the trail Reta Bigbad and Chuffy Lickwound notice the fabled giant spider that lies in wait for the rest of the party. Poog does not seem to notice due to the awesome song he is singing, Mogmurch is still too busy trying to keep the contents of his stomach in check.

Surprise Round
Reta,Chuffy

Initiative
Poog, Reta, Mogmurch, Chuffy, Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many

After the surprise round feel free to post out of order as the spider goes last. The spider is about 30 ft from all of you and does not realize that you see it. Poog and Mogmurch are oblivious to it watching them.

Surprize Round

Continues to sing his own praise (and his deity's), and a very disorganized and non-rhyming tune about riding down dwarves on holy goblin-dogs and blasting their beards with the sacred fire, unconcerned with the big spidery death BBEG just meters from him. . . PS, I didn't take an of the fireworks or prizes, so who had what?

I was figuring we would all get a paper candle. The other three could be decided by dice roll. Maybe 1d20 with no modifiers, highest gets the skyrocket, second and third highest gets a Desnan candle, and lowest gets nothing. If everyone agrees, I will roll now.

Fireworks roll 1d20 ⇒ 7