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Chuffy smiles with his nasty rotten smile when the dog yelps from the burning stew "HAHA! Great idea King Bubble!" He then takes a step back to grab his sword once more and holds it ready for if and when the dog heads his way.
"Reta don't be dummy, back up outta that stew!" Chuffy hollers as he licks his lips with his dogslicer ready to slice.
5' step, move to pick up sword, ready sword vs doggie
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Chuffy readies his dogslicer, while Reta makes an 'attack'? Poog sets another bit of the cabin on fire as the smell of burning spreads! Mogmurch's tanglefoot bag misses the dog, but hits the burning wall and explodes, spraying flaming goo everywhere!
The dog, now bubbling and boiling, makes one last lunge at 1 Poog, 2 Chuffy, 3 Reta, 4 Mogmurch: 1d4 ⇒ 2 Bite!: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 2 = 22 for 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 damage! This last gasping bite is too much and the dog collapses even as the cabin around it begins to burn!
The goblins race out of the room just as the ceiling gives a groan and collapses! From the cabin below, a goblin female's voice rings out, "Who be tryin' ta set my house on fire and killin' all my doggin's! Longtongue, we betta be seein' who we be eatin'!" For the cabin comes a goblin dressed in robes and wearing a pointy leather hat! She has pointed teeth and a crazed look in her eyes and following her is a goblin sized frog!
Chuffy Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Mogmurch Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Poog init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Reta Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Vorka: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Round 1:
Poog, Chuffy
Vorka and Frog!
Mogmurch and Reta!
Poog and Chuffy are up!
Luurg's Chuffy
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Is there a chance to drink a cure light potion before combat starts? I'm assuming I took that 8 damage from the dog before it died? If not I'll be drinking it on my first round of combat.
Chuffy spits on the large dog as it bites his arm before keeling over "OWIE damn doggie BIT ME" He runs out of the room holding his arm, looking back and forth around the group before digging into his bag for his 'feel better' potion. CLW Potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
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You can drink it as your first combat round action. But the commotion attracted Vorka's attention. As did burning down part of her home. And killing her horse. And her dogs.
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Chuffy drinks his get-better potion and Poog marches up to the esteemed Lord Longtongue and tries to choke him! The great frog belches out an affronted RIBBIT! but doesn't succumb to the strangulation! Instead it tries to tongue Poog! Tongue touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 It gets a good grip on him and tries to grab him! CMB: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Suddenly the tides are turned and Poog is stuck fast by the frog's tongue as its mouth opens wider!
Vorka takes a step away from the struggling frog-goblin kerfuffle and murmurs a spell, pulling forth a gob of fire from nowhere! "Come out come out little goblins! I gots a fire to roast yer ears fer my dinner!"
Reta and Mogmurch are up!
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Reta's sword manages to catch the goblin woman across the shoulder, causing her to hiss. "Food that bites back! I wonder what your eyes taste like, girl?"
Mogmurch!
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Mogmurch hops down to the bottom level and throws a bomb at the stupid goblin woman to burn her back! "Reta watch out dummy!"
ranged touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
fire damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Reta will take 2 fire damage from the splash. DC 12 Reflex save for half. I wouldn't normally attack where it would cause friendly fire but I feel like it's in-character here. If that's not ok with you then I will aim it behind the goblin woman so that she just takes the 2 splash damage instead.
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The goblin cannibal screams in anger as the bomb hits! It splashes Reta, who names her comrade an appropriate epithet.
Round 2: Chuffy and Poog are up!
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Chuffy tosses down the empty vial of feel better potion and rushes out of the room before it falls on his head "OO things to stabby!" He tries to stick the woman with his dogslicer Stab: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0 But he uses the dull side instead of the sharp side, quickly swapping it over hoping no one noticed.
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Poog wrestles with the giant frog and to his surprise, gets the upper hand! Chuffy slashes at the goblin cannibal but only cuts her lightly.
Vorka screams in anger and steps back, tossing her flame at Reta! Ranged Touch o' fire: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 for 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 fire damage! However the flame goes over Reta's head and hits the now happily burning cabin, adding to the conflagration! "Curse it curse it curse it! Stupid goblins! Stupid tasty goblins! DIE ALREADY!" A new flame appears in her hand!
The frog tries to turn the tide on Poog, as tongue and arms wrestle and writhe! CMB Grapple!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 With a triumphant croak, the frog gets the upper... tongue and once more opens his mouth wide to swallow the tricksy goblin!
[ooc]Reta and Mogmurch!
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Even though he would never admit it, being called a "picklehead" hurt his feelings. Stupid Reta and her stupid big smart words.
With Vorka stepping back, Mogmurch sees an opportunity to not get yelled at again. He unloads all his fury on the enemy goblin in the form of another bomb.
ranged touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
fire damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
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Mogmurch's fire bomb hits the cannibal woman with a crash of fire! She lets out another shriek. "Boil you in water! Burn yer legs in fire fer that! EAT YER EYES!"
Reta is up!
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Reta's slash is avoided as the goblin cannibal leaps back out of the way!
Round 3: Chuffy and Poog!
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Chuffy follows along, harrassing the angry woman by poking at her with his sword here and there before finally striking out for real. Stabby Stab!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 201d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
"Ouchy! Hope you got more blood left eh?"
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Poog's slipperiness comes to an abrupt stop. The frog croaks loudly and tries to draw him in for dinner! CMB: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 5 = 29 With a loud RIBBIT, the frog chomps down on Poog! Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Vorka squeals with anger and touches Chuffy! Melee Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 for 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 fire damage! "Burnburnburn!"
Reta and Mogmurch are up!
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Mogmurch throws his hands up in exasperation that his fellows keep crowding his bombing target. He steps forward, drawing out his other Desnan candle, and aims it at the cannibal. "Here's some more fire for you!"
ranged touch-into melee-range increment: 1d20 + 4 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 4 - 2 = 9
1 fire damage and 1 nonlethal damage on a hit.
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Mogmurch's candle goes off a bit and veers into the swamp, where you can now say you now what it sounds like when a turtle screams.
Reta!
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Reta's blade bites deep into the cannibal, who is looking pale yet fights onward with the courage of a cornered rat!
Round 3: Chuffy and Poog!
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Chuffy watches Reta stab the woman but not move, making him angry "HEY DUM DUM! Move so we can stab better GEEZ!" He steps to the side and stabs at the woman again as he's feeling a bit woozy himself.
Dogslicer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1 But it looks like he's too busy yelling at Reta to watch where he's stabbing.
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The toad ribbits loudly, disrupting Poog's prayers. Chuffy slashes, but his blade is unable to cut.
The frog tries to eat Poog! CMB: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 5 = 12 It chomps, dealing 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 damage!
Vorka squeals with anger over her food fighting back. She's clearly mad and steps forward five feet, beginning to chant and cast a spell! Concentration DC 19: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 But her nerve is too shaken by the constant barrage of insults to her being and she loses the spell!
Reta and Mogmurch!
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Reta's blade bites deep! The cannibal swoons and nearly falls!
Mogmurch, then Chuffy and Poog for Round 4!
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"Eat candle!" Mogmurch continues to point the flaming balls at the cannibal.
ranged touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
1 fire damage and 1 nonlethal on a hit.
Luurg's Chuffy
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Chuffy gives Reta an indignant look, just as yet another ball of candle fire flies overhead. OOO pretty... Chuffy's squinty eyes follow the flame trail with a bit of awe and glee in them.
He shakes his head and focuses his attention on the stabbing that must be done before he gets stabbed first. He takes a step over to line up the woman in the flanking manuever, aka 'good stabby spot dum dum!' and lets it rip. Dogslicer + Flank/Sneak Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 = 241d4 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) - 1 + (2) = 4
"EEEYYAAAAAWWW!" He hollers as his blade goes in in in up to the hilt.
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Mogmurch's Desnan candle fires off, causing the cannibal to flinch, just as Chuffy's blade sinks up to the hilt in her side! She opens her mouth to curse you, but only blood spews out!
Her pet frog makes a heartbroken RIBBIT, releasing Poog from its slobbery maw. It hops over the side of the ship with another forlorn ribbit of mourning and is soon lost among the swamp and trees!
You get Poog back on his feet, albeit unsteadily, and together you tear apart the horrid witch's parlor. Inside you find all sorts of treasures: broken chairs, statues, love potions to name a few, but the truest of all true treasures you find in a red chest.
FIREWORKS. So many explosive, beautiful fireworks!
Shouldering your treasures you head back home, sure you'll be lauded as the heroes you definitely think you are!
End of We Be Goblins! SHall I report this game to the same PFS numbers?
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Assuming everyone wants the same PFS # (Let me know if you don't) Here is the link for the chronicles! I'll probably begin We Be Goblins, Too on Monday! The new character sheets can be found here!
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Chuffy, it looks like last time I reported -5. If you need me to change that, let me know.
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. You returned to your home to find it in ruins.
Now homeless, you have decided to travel to the closest tribe of goblins you know about—the Birdcrunchers. 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!
The crowd of gobs part as the old woman hobbles forward, studying each of you with bulging eyes.
“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, I suspect? 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!”
A great roar of excitement rises from the Birdcrunchers, who hoist you onto shoulders and race you off to a cave, where a cozy fire awaits.
"You might be Chieftain tomorrow, but today you rest. My boys'll get the challenges ready, but now you musta got questions. Well, I'm Wise Mummy Sprattleharsh. Ask 'em, ask 'em." Wise Mummy says.
Luurg's Chuffy
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Chuffy returns home to find the place in smoking ruin Oh well, we didn't like most these goblins anyhow did we King? Just a bunch of whelps that say bad things about Chuffy behind our backs.
"Our homes! Yup, time to find new homes and new whelps to stab!"
The Cave
Chuffy saunters into the cave with the rest of the group as he should. He was the new Chief here! "Bow before the great Chief Chuffy!" He hollers at some whelpy looking Birdcrunchers that get too close or don't give him his proper bow.
K:Local vs Ogres: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
"We kill this ogre and his pigs and you crown us official Chiefs of Birdcruncher Tribe? With own house? With own fireworks? With own special toads to do with as we wants?" He raises his voice with each question, higher and louder.
"Where this Ogre guy and his pigs!"
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Mogmurch was expecting much more resistance from the Birdcrunchers. "Stupid cowards aren't even goblins. We be chiefs already!"
When they are escorted and deposited in the cave, he shrugs and starts tossing everything he can find into the fire. "At least they provided entertainment while we wait," He cackles gleefully.
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Wise Mummy Sprattleharsh shushes you. "You, stop with burning my stuff! You no Birdcrunchers yet! You not even Licktoads no more. You tribeless, like Longshanks! You prove you goblins tomorrow, then you get Pa Munchmeat. Then you be chief. If you live!" She cackles wildly at this.
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You pass the night listening to the sound of hammers and saws outside. At first light you're awakened by the rough prodding of Mammy Sprattleharsh's cane, and the shrill voice that accompanies it. "WAKE! WAKE! Time to see what 'big chiefs' you are!"
She beats you outside, literally beating you with her stick until you're outside. There the Birdcrunchers are assembled! "Three dares you take! Big winner is goblin with most points when all done! ONTO THE FIRST DARE!"
You are led to a valley south of the Birdcruncher caves. The chieftains-in-waiting are led to the center of the valley, blindfolded, and given a short bow and three arrows each (each contestant’s arrows have fletching of a different color from those of the other contestants so the arrows can be identified after they’re shot). The Birdcrunchers clamber into trees or sit on rocks that ring the valley while Wise Mummy Sprattleharsh explains the rules to the blindfolded contestants: She will release three cages of seagulls over the course of a minute, and the blindfolded goblins must shoot down as many of them as possible. The gulls in the first flock are worth 2 points, those in the second 4 points, and those in the third 6 points, but each consecutive flock is a bit farther away than the previous one, making it more difficult to notice.
Here's the rub. For each round, I need you to make a Perception check (I'll tell you the DC). Being blind doesn't add any negatives to this. If you beat the DC, you can fire at the seagulls with a 50% miss chance (be sure to roll this! Low hits, high misses.) We'll go ahead and roll all three at one time to speed up the game. Ready?
There's a sound of a cage being opened, and then the sound of a goblin hitting the deck!
First round: Perception Check DC 8! Go!
Second round: Perception check DC 11! Go!
Third and Final round: Perception check DC 14! Go!
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Perception vs DC8: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Bow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Miss%: 1d100 ⇒ 48
Perception vs DC11: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 Bow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 Miss%: 1d100 ⇒ 73
Perception vs DC14: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 Bow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Miss%: 1d100 ⇒ 95
Chuffy smiles once the rules are explained We got this King! We can shoot the warts off Reta's back from here blindfolded!
The cages are opened one at a time and each time he hears the sounds of squawking gulls, the first time he manages to shoot the bow and not the arrow, the next two times though he's confident he slayed 'em. "Chuffy win Chuffy win! NEXT game!"
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Second Round: 1d20 ⇒ 2
Third Round: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Chuffy's first shot hits a gull with a roar of approval from the crowd! His second shot doesn't seem to hit anything, but his third hits someone in the crowd, eliciting a yowl of pain and howls of appreciative laughter from the crowd!
Reta, Poog and Mogmurch!
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Reta rolls her eyes (even though no one can see her) at Chuffy's silly smile.
Perception vs DC8: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Perception vs DC11: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Perception vs DC14: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
bow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
bow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
bow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
miss: 1d100 ⇒ 22
miss: 1d100 ⇒ 30
miss: 1d100 ⇒ 87