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You are goblins of the Licktoad tribe, who live deep in Brinestump Marsh, south of the hated man-town called Sandpoint. Once, other goblins tried to burn Sandpoint down, and they would have been legends if they had succeeded. But they didn’t bring enough fire, and got themselves killed as a result. Yesterday, your tribe discovered that one of your own had been using forbidden arts and was engaged in one of the greatest of taboos—writing things down. In fact, rumor holds that what he was writing was a history of your tribe! There’s no swifter way to bring about bad luck than stealing words out of your mind by writing them down, and so your tribe had no choice. You branded the goblin’s face with letters to punish him, which is why everyone calls him Scribbleface now, and then you ran him out of town, took all of his stuff, and burned down his hut.
That’s where things got interesting, because before you all burned down his hut, Chief Gutwad found a weird box within the building. Inside was a map and a lot of fireworks—fireworks that immediately came to use in burning the hut down. Then, this morning, Gutwad announced that tonight there would be a feast in order to drive out any lingering bad luck from Scribbleface’s poor decisions. But perhaps even more exciting, all of you have been secretly invited to meet at Chief Gutwad’s Moot House. Why would the chief want to speak to you? It can only mean that he’s got an important mission for you all... one that the other goblins of the tribe couldn’t pull off. This could be your chance to go down in Licktoad history!
You all arive at Chief Gutwad Moot House about the same time. Feel free to introduce your characters to each other.
While Poog is making his great proclamation, Chuffy sneaks in the room, scoops up the bird, and behind eating it. Beeeelch!!! Mmm, me Chuffy, me go on great adventure and get bunch of shinies, maybe take your shinies too, yes me take your shinies and give to Chief, then I keep my shinies.
Another goblin sitting in the room, fiddling with some explosives, "You no take my shinies! Theys mine! I blow you up to little pieces like.... Wheeeee!" He loses focus as a mosquito flies by and he tries to catch it, almost dropping the bomb in his hand in the process.
Mogmurch stomps his foot as the mosquito flies out the window and turns to Poog, "What secret-secret mission? Poog no hero, Poog doesn't make big booms!"
Reta stomps into the hut like she owns the place and plops down on a nearby pile of rancid furs--what passes for a chair to a goblin. "Secret-secret mission better involve burning talls' huts and slicing up their dogs!"
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Lying at the center of the village, the chief’s Moot House is a veritable museum of Licktoad heroics— crammed with trophies such as stolen weapons, shiny bits of treasure, and the brine-pickled bodies of dozens of brutally slaughtered small furry animals (mostly dogs). His Mighty Girthness Chief Rendwattle Gutwad rules Licktoad Village from atop the great Teeter Chair, which is 6 feet high and allows him to more properly look down on his subjects. By tradition, Chief Gutwad does not speak directly to his subjects. Instead, he employs an advisor through whom he whispers instructions, for Chief Gutwad has convinced his goblins that the words that come out of his mouth are so mighty that they might frighten away all the words in the heads of lesser goblins. Only his duly appointed advisor, an overdressed, pompous goblin named Slorb, can handle the might of the chief’s words without fainting from fear.
a high-pitched, nasal voice (chief advisor Slorb) calls out for you to enter. Inside, Chief Gutwad sits precariously atop the Teeter Chair. Gutwad is a corpulent goblin who, in fact, needs Slorb at hand only to aid in climbing up into or out of the throne (a fact that he’s taken care to hide from the other goblins—very few of whom have ever seen him out of his chair). Slorb asks the you to sit on the dirt in front of the Chief (a great honor!), but then, much to your surprise and shock, Chief Gutwad speaks to you directly in a deep, booming voice.
“You all be heroes. Each of you. You are best Licktoads but for me. And maybe but for Slorb. That you aren’t fleeing in terror from mighty sound of my voice is all the proof you should need. Yet soon, all Licktoad goblins will know your might, for I have picked you for a dangerous mission.You know about fireworks and map we found in Scribbleface’s hut. Fireworks were fun. But map is more fun. It shows a route to a place near the coast where Scribbleface found fireworks. And it says there are more fireworks there! I want them for Licktoads. You all go get them tomorrow. Tonight we have big bonfire to burn bad luck away from you, and we play many games. Much fun. Tomorrow you fetch me fireworks. If you meet men, you make them dead. If you meet dogs, you make them dead. If you meet horses, you make them dead. If you meet Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many, you maybe should run. And if you not find fireworks, you not come back or we feed you to Squealy Nord!”
He has Slorb give the you the map to the fireworks cache, then orders you out of the Moot House.
Goblins toil all afternoon to build the bonfire out of branches, sticks, and unburnt timbers taken from the ruins 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 bonfire, and the chief lights the fire with a Desnan candle(fire work). 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.
As the night goes on and the other goblins here of your adventure, they start to dair you to do different things.
DARES
"Oooohhh fireworks fun! They go booooom and sparkle! My booms bigger though. Maybe extra big boom if both! I must find them!"
When they bring the barrel of apples out at the party, Mogmurch makes a face of disgust and walks away. "Me no like vegebles. Me wants slugs. Slugs the best, nice and juicy." Someone over hears him and dares him to eat some bull slugs. Bull slugs not best slugs. But Mogmurch tough. Mogmurch must show he best, not afraid. "Bull slugs my favorite. I eat them all, you watch."
He struggles at first, but manages to get 4 slugs down before his stomach starts to churn. He takes a deep breath and manages to get the last one down. "Mogmurch best at slugs. Told you they good." He then runs off behind a stump where no one can see and proceeds to throw them all back up.
Being inspired by the amazing speech from Chief, and on a high for being among the few who can actually stand his powerful voice, Chuffy decides he's gonna impress him! Me the best Goblin around no we can beat me at this game! Chuffy will attempt to bluff the crowd about his prowess. Chuffy isn't fooling anyone though
Chuffy gives it his best effort, but the game lives up to its name and Chuffy comes out all cut and ripped up missing part of his ear.
Reta scoffs at Mogmurch. "Apples is feel-good food!" She happily indulges on apples, eating six before she's finally content.
"No like Squealy Nord," she says when the pig-game is presented. "Is like dogs- hate dogs. Talls ride dogs. Reta know! Hide or Get Clubbed! Everyone like Hide-or-Get-Clubbed! Reta go first."
With that, she runs off into the marsh.
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After eating more then his fair share of normal food Goop plunges head first into the barrel of apples as if he were bobbing for apples devouring one "I ride Squealer I no scared!"
Goop is thrown from the boar after just a matter of seconds
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As Mogmurch gets the last slug down the croud goes wild. Slorb speaks up "Mogmurch do best. Mogmurch get prize." and with that Slorb presents Mogmurch with
Reta starts her evening eating the taisty apples.
Reta accepts the hide or get clubbed Dare and is hiding in the bushes, waiting to be seen.
Goop dives right into the barrel eating 1 apple
Goop then attempts to dance with squealy nord but gets thrown off. when you hit the ground all of the other goblins point and laugh and dont expect you to survive your mission.
See me told you, Chuffy the best!
Rubbing the lumps on her head, Reta makes her way over to the bags of bull slugs. "Me eat slugs, no problem," she boasts, and attempts to swallow them whole, not bothering to chew as she pours bull slugs into her upended maw.
Mogmurch holds the dogslicer above his head and waves it around, almost hitting Reta in the head before it slips out of his hand and falls on his foot. "Mogmurch told you all he best. Maybe trade sword thing for fireworks. They more fun. Sharp things don't go boom."
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There are only 2 passes and 2 more events for people to try.
Dance with squealy Nord
Hide or get Clubbed
Chuffy makes his way through the rushy ear bitter. Once he gets to the other side, Goblins from the tribe are cheering him on. As Chuffy gets out of the rusty ear bitter and stands up, Slorb speaks up "Chuffy do good. Chuffy get prize." and with that Slorb presents Chuffy with
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You set off into Brinestump Marsh the next morning, lingering sickness from the previous night’s party or not. You are brought before the chief again at dawn, whereupon he instructs you to bring him fireworks. To help them, he gives you the remaining fireworks from Scribbleface’s stash—two Desnan candles, four paper candles, and a skyrocket. The journey to the fireworks stash, as indicated on the map, 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.
Party is up. Spider is 15ft in air
"Big dumb spider! You come down and face Reta like- like...like spider-face you are!" Reta says, drawing her dogslicer and readying to engage it when it comes within her reach.
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While walking through marsh, everyone except for Poog, look up and spot a giant spider as it comes down to grab you. The spider, on your Goblin legends have referred to as "Longlegs" has a reputation for ambushing goblins, much as she is attempting now, leaping down from treetops to grab her victim, and dragging the, usually screaming victim back up into the cover of the leaves, generally much to the cruel comedy of the rest of the tribe left to hear the victims screams. More likely than not, Longlegs plans the same here.
SURPRISE ROUND (Move or Standard Action ONLY)
ROUND 1
Goop (tentatively draw javelin)
Chuffy ()
Reta (draw dogslicer)
Mog ()
Spider ()
ROUND 1
Goop ()
Poog ()
Chuffy ()
Reta ()
Mog ()
Spider ()
Spotting the longlegs, Reta draws her dogslicer.
"Mogmurch make Longlegs melt with fire!" and pulls out and alchemists fire.
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Yes, i will draw the javelin and then firsy round throw it as long as im not grabbed
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rd.1Chuffy will draw his dart and hide. "Me no want to be food, me let others be food"
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rd 2Chuffy hurls his dart at the spider.
Reta charges at the longlegs, screaming unintelligibly in her version of a battle-cry.
Mog jumps up and down in excitement as he throws the alchemists fire at the spider.
rd.1Chuffy will draw his dart and hide. "Me no want to be food, me let others be food"
[[dice=Stealth]1d20+16
rd 2Chuffy hurls his dart at the spider.
[dice=dart]1d20+5;1d3-1+1d6
Yes, i will draw the javelin and then firsy round throw it as long as im not grabbed
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And with a burst of fire from Poog the spider goes up in flames.
Lotslegs’ lair is not far from her ambush point—about 200 feet directly south of the creek. The lair itself consists of a deadfall of several old trees. Scattered amid the trees are dozens of bodies, some of which are goblins, but a few of which are humans. You manage to find: 24 gp, a Small masterwork light crossbow with 11 bolts, a single pearl worth 100 gp, 2 potions of cure moderate wounds, a potion of bull’s strength, a potion of bear’s endurance, and a wax-paper-sealed package containing six pieces of licorice-flavored taffy (this taffy is strong enough to remove any lingering sickened effects left over from the previous night’s bonfire events).
The point indicated on Scribbleface’s map isn’t quite on the coast, but it’s close enough to hear the faint susurrus of waves crashing on an unseen swampy shoreline. The site itself is obvious once it is approached—a large wrecked ship lodged in a shallow pool of swamp water. Driven aground decades ago during a particularly violent storm that flung the ship several hundred feet into the flooded swamp, the ship itself is a two-masted Chelish sailing vessel with strange, faded writing on its bow. The ship itself is quite old—it crashed here several decades ago. Although much of the ships decor has faded, and most of her truly valuable supplies were taken by her surviving crew after the wreck many years ago, there remain here and there faint and subtle hints that the ship may have once been a work of beauty.
A two-masted ship lies mired in the mud in this clearing, its rigging thick with moss and decorated with lanterns and windchimes made from goblin skulls and bones. Strange writing is faintly visible along the ship’s prow, while the soggy, swampy “yard” that surrounds the wreck is encircled by a rickety wooden fence. A thin curl of smoke wafts up from a chimney that protrudes from an unusual box-like structure near the ship's bow.
From around the corner comes a sickly looking horse. It is all black with mud and gunk in fur and main, and has white foam at the mouth.
Mogmarch and Reta, you are up for surprise round.
then the enemy is up.
Reta draws her dogslicer. "That one ugly dog!" she remarks.
Mogmurch pulls out his not-so-shiny but new crossbow and fiddles with the trigger as he tries to aim it at the horse.