WBG II (Inactive)

Game Master Lordzum

Fireworks: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Chuffy cheating roll??: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"Hah! Chuffy roll 8!" Chuffy exclaims after rolling a six-sided die.

Upon seeing Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many, Chuffy nearly soils himself.

Tiny whispers disguised as bird calls:
"Hey.. youtwo. Youtwo.
Lookuphere. Lookuphere!
Hey! Look! Up! Here!"

He tries to warn his fellow goblins, but fear of being noticed himself outweighs any tiny spark of fellowship, and it's unlikely they would hear his pathetic warning. So Chuffy waits for someone else to lead the attack, preparing to do what he does best - jump on the thing's back and stab it repeatedly.

Ready action to flank attack after Lotslegs chooses a target: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Damage with sneak attack: 1d4 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) - 1 + (3) = 5

Reta moves away and draws her bow.
Assuming an 80ft range increment on my shortbow (I think that's right), I'll move to 60ft away (30 start + 30 move) and draw the bow as part of my movement.

Surprise Round

Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many scurries towards the horrible singing Poog and engages, when all of a sudden Chuffy pops out of his position and fails to connect with the large spider that did not see him. Reta takes the opportunity to move back and draw her bow, while Mogmurch is taking care of his "situation".

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

Round 1

Reta fires an arrow and begins her own song.
"Reta chop and Reta bite!
Reta slay and Reta fight!
Reta stab and Reta smite!
Reta kills it all just right!"
shortbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24, Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

"Stab stab stab stab stab STAB!"

Stab from flanking position: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Damage with Sneak Attack: 1d4 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) - 1 + (2) = 4

"Look out Chuffy. Is fun fire time now," Mogmurch says with an evil grin, as he pulls a bomb from his belt, and throws it at the large spider.

Attack (Ranged Touch, I think) 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 2 = 11

Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

If missed, the bomb goes in 1d8 ⇒ 4 direction and splash damage is 2 points. 1 of 3 bombs for the day have been used.

"Hah! Fire! Fire! FIRE!.... Fire? No! Not at Chuffy!! Chuffy runs in circles as the bomb arcs towards the melee.

Did Lotslegs actually attack me, or just move up and stop?

Dum-dee-dum, "Hey shut up back there, I singin' here. What are you talkin? What spider." <splat, oh that spider. . .>

Round 1, Init 1st

"Zarogel make Poog greatest Goblin champee-on all time."

I'll take a 5ft step back, (if I need to) and use my Speak With Animals ability, hoping that it might affect Lotslegs, and say "You no kill me. We not ant fight you to death, you help goblins. . .", waving his dead toad companion corpse around in a mumbo-jumbo-like motion, displaying his cunning and power. rolls eyes

Surprise round

As the Spider charges towards Poog, Chuffy manages to step behind it and miss with a slash of his steel. Reta gets into position and notches an arrow. Mogmurch is still trying to keep his stomach from boiling over.

Round 1
Poog delays long enough for Chuffy to get another attack on the spider this one manages to penetrate the chitinous exterior. Chuffy then steps back and attempts to speak with the spider... It does not reply. Despite the melee going on, Reta throws caution to the wind, and takes a shot with her bow, the arrow lands true. Seizing the moment Mogmurch readies a bomb, but loses control of his faculties just as it was about to leave his hands. The bomb spinning out of control lands adjacent to both Lotslegs, and Chuffy. Despite taking some damage from the bomb the spider desires to make a meal out of sweet talking goblin, the man sized arachnid takes a 5 foot step, and attacks the Cleric. The spiders two chelicerae barely missing Poog's neck, instead biting around his holy symbol.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Lotslegs Reflex versus splash 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

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

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Chuffy leaps away from the bomb, only getting singed by the blast. "AAAHHHH! Mogmurch, you stoopid! When Lotslegs dead I gonna shove one doz bombs up ya smelly side!"

Like a child throwing a tantrum, Chuffy pursues Lotslegs and continues attacking, but his eyes remain locked in a glare at Mogmurch and his sword stabs open air nowhere near the spider.

Move to maintain flank and attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8

"You cry like little dog, Chuffy! Me not try to burn Chuffy. He need be fast," the alchemist yells at his goblin teammate. The alchemist pulls out one of the gourds he has won in the previous competition and takes a big bite out of it. "Burp...look here Lotslegs. Me got nice gourd surprise for you."

Mogmurch eats one of the neat fiery gourds. Next round, he plans on moving and belching forth fire at the spider.

I'll post shortly.

Round 2

Ill take another 5ft step back and lanch a fire bolt his way.
Touch AC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Reta drops her bow and runs into melee with her dogslicer.
slice!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13, Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
"Reta chop off all your legs, stupid bug!"

Anyone else want to just say screw it, have fun and die trying to Sunder all of it's legs off, cause that what Goblins would do? :)

"Everyones grab leg and pull!" Chuffy squeals, getting a little wrapped up in the moment.

I don't know if you can sunder a leg, but it does sound tempting...

Round Two
The mighty Poog 5th steps yet again, and shoots fire from his hand narrowly missing the spider. Reta throws caution to the wind and enters the rough and tumble, also missing her mark. Chuffy 5ft steps diagonally to enter a flank with Reta, but his attack also falls short of its mark. Meanwhile Mogmurch mixes the contents of his rumbling belly with one of his moot prizes.

Lotslegs attacks the big headed Reta
Attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 5

Confirm Critical 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
damage 1d6 ⇒ 6

Reta fort save 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Reta can almost believe the spider understands her threats better than Poog's, as the spider opens up a large gash on her belly, Reta manages to stave off the effects of any venom left from the spiders pin point attack.

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

Round 3

Running and jumping at the beast that was to stupid and not evil enough to head the god-speak of my ingenious plan of awesomeness, Poog leaps at one of it's other legs.

[move and grapple] (2 possible AoO's)

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17 for a cinematic leap (or very lack thereof)
Ride: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 (to show Zarongel he's practicing for Goblin Valhalla)
Grapple: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

Chuffy leaps onto another leg.

Leg grapple: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14

AoO web attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6. DC break 12
missed

Reta runs back to her bow and picks it up, dropping her dogslicer.

"See, I TOLD ya Reta run 'way. That you Goblin Hero."

Mogmurch moves up to the spider and tries to get as few of his followers in the blast radius as possible, when he expels a fiery burp at Lotsa Legs. "Look out. Hero use fire again!"

Fire damage 4d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 6, 5) = 21

DC 13 Reflex for half.

Poog reflex save 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Poog leaps up and hops on top of the spider, while Reta runs away. Interestingly enough Chuffy is left holding two charred spider appendages when it is burned to a crisp by Mogmurchs breath. A slightly toasted Poog lay dying on top of the spider. A result of Zarongels blessing.

Mogmurch shakes his head in annoyance at Poog's inability to get out of the way. "Here, drink. You need be less lazy from now on," he advises sternly, as he pulls a vial from his belt and forces it down Poog's gullet.

CLW 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Just want to take a moment to point out how bad@ss that fire breath damage roll was. Zarongel is surely with this little party of pyromaniacs.

"GReeeaaaaHH!"

Chuffy thrusts his spider legs over his head with a wordless schoolgirl-cheerleader-like scream of victory. Sheathing his dogslicer, he pulls out his Desnan Candle, lights it on Lotslegs burning corpse, and fires it off into the sky.

Took the liberty of claiming and using one of the Desnan Candles. Happy 4th everyone!

Does anyone want to look for the lair of Lotslegs eats goblin babies many?

Survival check.

Survival 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

I'll get up, and taking a moment to kick the spider a few times before taking a bite out of the new BBQ leg I had been wrestling, then will pull out a wand and use it to heal up some of the burn marks.
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"I feeling dead." Reta staggers over to the body, looking shaky.
"We go kill lotslegs babies and avenge goblin babies!" she says, trying to muster enthusiasm.
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"Follow me!" Chuffy takes off, following Lotslegs trail back to her lair.

Dragging my leg, I'll follow, casting Detect Magic when we get close, and continue to gnaw on my meal.

might not be able to post much next few days, but we will see.

As you make it to the lair, you see all sorts of goodies contained within.

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
"These are mine!" Reta demands as she scrambles for the potions.

"Mine mine mine!" Chuffy exclaims, pushing past Reta and pouncing on a package of taffy.

Poog Perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

The wise Poog gathers the gold, and the pearl. Leaving the crossbow for Mogmurch the Sick.

After a small detour the four of you proceed to the point indicated on Scribbleface's map. It isn't on the coast, but you begin to hear gentle waves crashing upon the swamp bank somewhere. When you reach your destination the site is obvious—a large wrecked ship lodged in a shallow pool of swamp water sits upright held in place by mud and sludge. The derelict leans toward its stern at a noticeable but not unwieldy angle, and its railings are as decorated with hanging moss as they are with goblin skulls and bits of bone. In the distance you can hear the barks of dogs and the possible neigh of a horse. An old rickety fence is the only thing preventing you from entering the "yard" and obtaining the fireworks.

The alchemist grabs his crossbow, honestly not too enthusiastically. He was still focused on the awesome gout of fire he had breathed earlier. He wanted to talk about it, but after burning Poog, he had the decency to only giggle to himself instead of to all the others.

Mogmurch's eyes open wide awake upon hearing the sounds of dogs and horses in the offing. Me hate them so much, he thinks. To calm his nerves, he pulls out his rations and gnaws loudly on a grub.

"Ugh, tummy still angry. How good way to get fireworks? Poog can go, and Mogmurch stand guard," the alchemist suggests, wondering how many times one goblin could be crisped without quite dying.

"Reta kill those dogs! Poog, wave your magic stick and make Reta strong again. I kill all the dogs myself!" Reta commands as she pulls out her dogslicer and giggles.

At the first mention of dogs and horses, Chuffy heroically leaps into the nearest bush and hides.

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30

I'll heal Reta

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
and again
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
4 charges left. . .
"Maybe I force dogs to attack horse? Or others. ha ha "

As you breach the fence you find yourself in deep mud, it does not however impede your movement. A thin curl of smoke wafts up from a chimney that protrudes from an unusual box-like structure near the ship's bow.

For those of you stealthing I need those rolls, along with a perception. Chuffy yours roll already counts.

Stealth 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"Hey Mogs, dis Chuffy's bush!" Chuffy hisses from the undergrowth near Mogmurch.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19