Reta pulls out her fire gourd and offers, "We all drink this, make Vorka burn!" but then pulls it away from Mog, bitterly noting "Mog has his own!"
"Open door. Mogmurch breathe fire on Vorka!"
Chuffy puts a dogleg in his teeth and readies his crossbow.
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The air in this cabin is thick and close, stinking of swamp and sweat, with a thick, glistening layer of mud on the floor and swaths of oily fungus clinging to the walls. Even more dangling decorations of goblin bone and animal-part fetishes hang from the ceiling on lengths of sinew here, and what appears to be a nest made of rags, sticks, mud, and castoff bits of clothing lies against the westernmost wall. But scattered amid the filth and clutter are several exotic-looking man-made objects—including a tantalizing red chest.
Vorka Initiative
Round 1
Initiative order
Poog
Mogmurch
Vorka
Reta
Mogmurch
Surprise round
Poog opens a rather loud door alerting Vorka the goblin eater and Lord Licktongue her animal companion.
The room you are in is 30x15 feet.
Damage
DC 13 Ref for half.
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Vorka vs Mog Reflex
Vorka vs Reta Reflex
Lord Licktongue vs Mog Reflex
Lord Licktongue vs Reta Reflex
Poog swings the door open on the surprise round. Mogmurch and Reta both rush in and belch forth their fiery eruct.
Taken unaware Vorka falls to the floor, her hand clinching a Desnan candle. Still smoldering her faithful pet and companion Lord Licktongue attempts to escape through the door back towards the marsh.
AoO's for Poog, and Chuffy if they want to murder a frog
Thanks to an itch on his arse, Chuffy shows up to the party late, though he still tries to put on a good show of force.
"Die froggie!"
"Save frog! Me hungry...dog was stringy."
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Sadly Moggy, Lord Licktongue made it off the edge of the boat, only to die later of a broken heart.
In this final room you find:
Many man-things—objects that once belonged to the crew of Kaijitsu’s Star but were left behind when the crew abandoned ship—are certainly worth something. The majority of these objects are filthy and broken, but 10 minutes or so of sorting and scavenging turns up some interesting finds. All of these items (broken and functional alike) are strangely decorative, depicting colorful serpentine dragons, towering cliffs, delicate humanoid figures, and strange pagodas—not that a goblin would know a pagoda from a tool shed.
Among the more obviously valuable objects are 140 gp, a bejeweled
silver and jade lantern built to look like a coiled dragon, a dozen masterwork shuriken, an ivory and gold fan depicting a gecko walking amid cherry blossoms,The red chest, a long hairpin with a red pearl, a wand, a crystal vial shaped like a heart with some pink liquid in it.
Searching Vorka's charred corpse recovers five potions, another Desnan candle, a scimitar and 6 darts.
If anyone approaches the red chest is unlocked, if you search its contents it has, 14 Desnan candles, 20 paper candles, and seven skyrockets.
Are you going back to Brinestump Marsh as heroes, or are you going to do something else?
Mogmurch runs into the room, grabbing the lantern resembling the dragon. "Mogmurch is strong like dragon! How am we carry all dis?"
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You are the heroes of the Licktoad Tribe, living legends after you triumphed against the terrible goblin cannibal Vorka and recovered many fireworks from her lair. Your tribe used the fireworks to great effect, but one day while you were out scrounging for more fireworks, adventurers came into the swamp and wiped out your tribe with the exception of the strange with the exception of the strange goblin known only as Badmucus. You returned to your home to find it in ruins, with Badmucus the lone survivor sleeping in the rubble.
Now homeless, you have decided to travel to the closest tribe of goblins you know about—the . Maybe they’ll have room for you to join! Only, now that you’ve arrived in Birdcruncher territory, something seems wrong.
The Birdcrunchers appear unusually nervous and frightened, cowering around the entrance to their cave. They aren’t even trying to defend their territory. And now, a wrinkled old goblin with bulging eyes is waddling out of the crowd, approaching you. She’s obviously some sort of shaman—maybe even the chieftain. If anyone here knows whether or not you can join the tribe, it’d likely be her!
What are you going to do
Mogmurch bravely strides into the space of the elder goblin. "Hello old one! Mogmurch great big hero...fine am meet you. Me and followers," he spreads his arms to the goblins behind him, "...lost tribe. We need new place. You need hero?"
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The wrinkled old goblin woman approaches Mogmurch. Her eyes bulge from her wrinkled face, and she walks hunched over, leaning on a gnarled wooden staff decorated with puppy tails and horse ears. She also wears a ratty doghide gown cinched with a rope belt from which hang dog’s paws, a pair of horseshoes, a fearsomely large dead stirge, and the pickled and shrunken head of a bright blue mite. Mummy Spattleharsh speaks
"Well, well! What have we here? Licktoads, by the look of you, and from what I hear, orphans as well, hmm? Looking for a new place to live, you say? Well, you might be in luck, because we need new blood. Our own chieftains have been... lacking... in chieftainish ways. We’ve been having problems lately with an ogre and his fire-breathing boars, you see, and any goblins capable of killing the boars and driving off the ogre... or driving off the boars and killing the ogre... or... or whatever—well, they’ll not only be welcomed into Birdcruncher territory with open arms. They’ll be made chieftains, one and all!”
With that, the gathered Birdcruncher goblins suddenly animate into cheers and song. Eager and excited, they surge out of the cave to welcome their saviors, but suddenly freeze as the old woman shrieks out a command for silence. The goblins freeze in place, and she continues in a softer voice.
“But we can’t just assume you’re the stuff chieftains are made of. You might just be lucky. No, no... before we accept you as our saviors and before you’ll even have a chance to face off against Pa Munchmeat and his pig... I declare we have a Chieftain Moot!”
The assembled goblins continue their songs and cheers and Mummy Spattleharsh commands them to begin preperations for the moot.
Wise Mummy Spattleharsh then invites the lost Licktoads into her cave, where she introduces herself and allows you to rest for a night before the moot.
"Me good at mootses! Count Mogmurch in..."
As the old crone leaves, he whispers to the others, [/b]"No embarrass Mogmurch...we need tribe, so do good at Moot! Even you, Big Head Reta!"[/b]
"Chuffy accept challenge! After me give moot good humping, then you see what Licktoad hero look like!"
To Mogmurch. "Hah. Mogmurch gonna look silly. He only good at burning things, and moot not normally burnable. Except that one time with the fireworks. It burn good then."
"Reta is champion of every goblin! She will be greatest chieftain of Licktoads and birdcrunchers, ever!" Reta cheers before... sleeping I suppose.
Appearing to be a red-skinned goblin sporting two jaws with rows of sharp teeth, Badmucus greets Mummy with the Licktoad hand gesture of good will, "Hhhaiii..." No taller than the average goblinkind, he is actually wearing the entire upper half of a flayed red kobold, including the skull cap to complete the hooded cloak. "Righteous anger upon the disgusting red fluid carriers and dog friends!", he stirs the new tribe with pumped fists raised high, pelvis sticking out, which reveals his method of carrying his devices - a grotesquely hairy and speckled cured 'sack' of a bovine filled with several bombs. Tied to the underside of his right wrist is a cord wrapped flint; on the left wrist, a block of steel. "Give me Birdcruncher Mooting!"
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Poog watches as his Mog, his herald-slave approaches the woman, disappointed she didn't curse him in some funny way and make him bleed. After Mog rushes off to "his mooting", Poog will approach the old woman, and ask, "So what really happenin' here? Something not right. I Poog, the true-true hero of Goblins, and the Licktoads. I prophet of Zarongel, He-Who-Rides-Beasts-and-Kills-With-Da-Fire!"
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"Oh them... last three chiefs not as mighty as Licky Toads. We will talk about it at the feast."
With that she tells the five of you to get ready for the huge feast.
The Feast.
The feast consists almost entirely of various bird dishes—seagull soup, charred grackle, raven’s-eye pudding, vulture-ups, spicy sparrow poppers, and squeaky beakies are just a portion of the often-challenging dishes presented to the PCs during the night.
At one point during the meal, Chuffy leans close his companions and whispers around a mouthful of feathers. "Chuffy tink dese Birdbrains Tribe be stoopid. All food taste like chickens. Booooooring. When me chief, first ting gonna do is change name to somting scary, like Horsemuncher, or Cowpie."
" Chuffy would be great chief of cowpies!" Reta agrees with a snicker. "Already smell like it! "
"Huh? Hey, you shaddup!"
"Allow Badmucus to display affection for new tribe to Mummy", Bad snorts long and loud, reversing the ever flowing stringy drip back into his nostrils, ::KhhAGGG!:: ::Poot!!!:: splattering on Spattleharsh's right shoulder (sign of deep respect). "Badmucus leave fafa's spinning porcupine back at Licktoadland after the fire. As new champion, does Birdcrunchers have one to offer?"
"Gifts from da moot? Yes! Mogmurch like gift. Any gifts have fire?"
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Still Feasting
As darkness falls, Wise Mummy brings out the fabled Crunchy Crown of the Birdcruncher Tribe—a crown made out of bird skulls and bones and wings and twigs. She places the Crunchy Crown near the bonfire, then proclaims that tomorrow, the Birdcrunchers will have a new chief, and this one will be able to kick that ugly Munchmeat ogre out of Ravenroost. She then reveals that whoever can prove her worth tomorrow at the moot will be granted the right not only to wear the Crunchy Crown, but also the right to loot the Chieftain’s treasure chest. At this, the Birdcrunchers oooh and ahhh appropriately.
"Moggy best to wear crown. He controls fire!". To illustrate his point, the goblin hops up and throws his trusty fire bombs into the air, where they explode in a ball of flame.
Intimidate
"Reta would be greatest and most powerful leader of Birdcrunchers. Make all Birdcrunchers rich!"
"Chuffy great.. Uhh, ahhh, ACHOoooo!!." Chuffy's words are interrupted by a feather from dinner that has tickled his nose, causing him to sneeze and loose a wet fart at the same time.
"Uh, Chuffy need go change pants..." He mumbles, bowing his head and slipping away in shame.
Bad mixes in with the crowd, using chaotic night feast to deviously cover two things - getting his hands on any unattended items laying about, and looking for the goblin leading the entertainment (bard).
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Throughout the course of the night Badmucus is able to lift, a short sword, 3 arrows, a dead hummingbird effigy, and a purple glass eye normally used for taxidermy.