Doza's turn, but he escaped and retreated to the edge of the table.
Doza tries to creep within 30 feet and use Evil Eye on whoever attempts to challenge Rhuun for his pointy thing. It would be -2 penalty on attacks for 6 rounds, or 1 round if it succeeds at a DC 14 a Will save.
Doza, is that you attempting to use it on the guy at the end of the table or a readied action?
End of table I guess, just trying to prevent anyone from nabbing the dogslicer.
His eyes glaze over slightly.
You smash into him and your combined weight flips the table slamming it down on top of both of you.
"Biv up?"
Yessies.
With the food scattered across the ground the party quickly breaks up. Before you know it Slorb is pounding on your doors making demands. "Great Chief Gutwad demandses your presence!"
Zika shakes herself from her deep slumber. The pain in her ear from the Earbiter incident has reduced to a dull but uncomfortable throbbing, only to be replaced by an unpleasant stomachache. "Yeah, comin', comin'." She makes her way upright, dresses, and throws the Very Useful Robe over her usual assortment of rags and castoffs, giving a final pirouette to admire it. On the way to the Chief's shack, she grabs a squashy handful of last night's leftovers from a pile on the ground near one of the tables and pops it into her mouth. Settle tummyache, she thinks.
Diza wastes no time gathering her wizardry hat and flippin her dress inside out before headin out to see Chief Gutwad in her freshly cleaned garments.
"Ugh.. Fines, I get up." Urk puts on his horse hide armor and heads to the stupid ugly chief's hut.
Zashi takes a moment to do the snaps back up on his performer's outfit and summon Chomper, reciting his song and bringing the demon clawing it's way out from an oval hole in the ground, accompanied by a brief moment of sulphur and hellfire.
With Chomper present and saddled, they set out for the chief's house.
Sleeping in the corner (because he knows others are out to get him) and clutching his dogslicer like a teddy bear Rhuun intones: "zzzzz...*snort*...zzzzz..."
Wake up, or we leaves you here! Schlorb cries out when you don't answer.
Rhuun viciously bites, claws, kicks and slashes at the air, until he realizes what's going on, gets up, throws his stuff together and rushes out like a frenzied heap of dorm room laundry.
Then he rushes back and gets the dog slicer.
Zika 1, Urk 2, Rhuun 3, Zashi 4, Doza, 5 Schlorb 6,
Schlorb takes you to the Moot House where he already sits in his towering throne. "You is to get the pretty firew makers. This important task, he says as he chucks the scroll at 's head. He looks down at Schlorb. "Gives them rest of pretties."
He turns his attention back to you five. You alls bring back pretties or dieses trying, and if you do dieses, you be bringing back great my stuff or I's comes and eats you ghosts!" Schlorb comes back with several fireworks 2 Desnan candles, 4 paper candles, and a skyrocket.
Desnan Candle (5 gp): When lit, this foot-long wooden tube launches a flaming pyrotechnic “candle” every round for 4 rounds. Each projectile deals 1 point of nonlethal damage and 1 point of fire damage if it hits; on a critical hit, the target is also blinded for 1 round. The projectiles shed light as candles for 1 round and have a range increment of 5 feet. Attacking with a Desnan candle is a ranged touch attack and always has a –4 nonproficiency penalty.
Paper Candle (1 gp): This finger-sized explosive detonates noisily 1 round after lighting. Anyone in the same square as a paper candle when it explodes must make a DC 15 Fortitude save or be dazzled for 1d4 rounds.
Skyrocket (50 gp): When lit, this foot-long wooden tube begins to shake and emit a handful of white sparks, shedding light as a torch. One round later it takes flight, moving in a straight line with a fly speed of 90 for 1d6 rounds before loudly exploding in an burst of light and sound, dealing 2d6 points of fire damage in a 10-foot burst (DC 15 Reflex save for half ). If a skyrocket impacts a solid surface or a creature before reaching its maximum range, it detonates prematurely at the point of impact. Anyone who takes damage from the explosion
is either blinded or deafened (a 50% chance of either) for 1 round.
Doza cannot help but gasp and awe as she bows and cowers profusivly at being targeted with such fine, goblin weapons. "Weze make big boss happy joy joy proud at us for not losing his stuffs as ghosts!" she proclaims.
"Uh...Doza? I think bestest idea is to not BE ghosts at all." Zika pulls the short sword from her back and tests the edge. "We gets those fire makers, Chief. We gets rid of alla Scribbleface's bad luckses."
She walks over to Doza and pokes her in the side. "What on scroll, what on scroll? Wait..." The Chief receives a long, cold glare. "Is it...writin' on here?"
"Heh! Zika not brave like Rhuun." He snatches the scroll and holding it at as far as arms length is on a goblin unrolls it while averting his eyes. "See?"
"You not so brave. You not lookin' at it. I's way braver," she responds, as she closely examines the bit of floor she began to focus very intently on when Rhuun began to open the scroll.
On the scroll is a map (without words) to a ship. Make a knowledge:local. or geography check.
Zika finally works up the nerve to look at the parchment. "Oh, it's map. Not writing. It ok." She begins to study it more closely. "Lessee...maybe I knows where it is..."
[dice=Knowledge (local)]1d20+4
The landmarks are definitely familiar, but you're not sure how far away they are from the village. You're sure it's not more than a four hour walk.
"Accordion to the squiggly line we go straight up!"
"No, silly Rhuun, we goes that way!" Zika points in the direction the map indicates. "Not sure exactly how long to walk there, but shouldn't take longer than to lunchtime, if we all gets stuffs and goes now."
Obviously Zika has been hoodwinked by this modern pocket-sized technology that points the way. Rhuun knows it's all a trick by the chief to see who's smartest. Rhuun knows the pointy arrow on the map will point whichever way you hold the paper, like a real arrow, and that they will no doubt be walking for hours in circles--then at just the right moment he'll make his move and guide them to the fireworks without using the stoopid, trick map. Hah!
Doza chimes in "If boat, why not just go to water."
"Well, I KNOW to go to water, Doza," Zika replies, trying to subtly swing her pointing finger twenty degrees off its initial position to be closer to the direction of the water.
Gutwad begins to look annoyed. "Fet out! He roars through a mouth packed with food from the party.
Rhuun takes this to heart and leaves. In fact, he gets his stuff and heads out. "Stoopid maps."
Zika follows on Rhuun's heels, muttering in a low tone. As the others file out, she turns to them. "So, we get alla stuffs we need and go gets the fire pretties? Let's meets outside the camp once we got stuffs."
Doza shrugs and follows her new found friends away from the chief making sure she has packed her toad. She waves to mostly herself and occasionally to toad to wish him luck.
Zashi gathered up the fireworks while others were arguing about the map and heads out when directed, always the thinker. The one that plans.
Alright we go. "Me first, 'cause me leader."
Urk leaves, feeling grouchy.
"We's ready?"
Zashi mounts up, waiting for everyone else to go.
I's ready. Zika pats her pockets, bulging with vials of alchemist's fire and handfuls of food-like bits of varying quality, then checks in her belt and makes sure the map is still there, tightly rolled in her belt next to her fangfile. We go when alla others are here. She gives Chomper's rump a pat absentmindedly.
Alright we go. "Me first, 'cause me leader."
"Uh, Ise been waiting. "
Doza happily follows along trying to stay closest to Urk. She doesn't carry much; her clothes on her back, a small pouch with various bits of trash and debris, and her toad, the Toad as far as Doza is concerned. She constantly whispers to it and giggles and pets it and caresses it and finally puts it back in a small pouch. She uses a goblin-sized longspear as a walking stick, has a small dagger tucked into the one boot she wears, and has a small crossbow slung across her back. A quiver dangles at her side with maybe a dozen bolts and half as many pretty sticks that she just happens to like.
In contrast, Rhuun is a small walking arsenal. Though he seems to be divided evenly between head, body and huge, rabbit skin moon boots he manages to pack the chief's dogslicer, his own single battleaxe, a pair of short spears, a rusty dagger and even a human-sized bear trap onto his frame. All of it draped over ill-washed studded leather armor. While waiting at the gate he had applied his whetstone to everything with an edge.
He keeps his toad, Ungulp XIV, in his food pouch to fatten it up some before dinner.
Zashi has on his Tear-Away Lamashtan clergy robe and what amounts to a quilted vest on under it. All of his other possesions, including the remaining fireworks are in Chomper's saddle bags.
When Zika pats Chomper he emits a low rumble that sounds more pleased and less of a growl and he nudges Zika.
"Big belly leader wanna ride Chomper with Zashi?"
Zashi asks Rhuun, moving back in his Saddle.
Urk mumbles, "Ya, Rhuun leader like my butt is leader," while absentmindedly playing with his own dogslicer.
"That explain why it look like you always smiling. Heee."
Zashi has on his Tear-Away Lamashtan clergy robe and what amounts to a quilted vest on under it. All of his other possesions, including the remaining fireworks are in Chomper's saddle bags.
When Zika pats Chomper he emits a low rumble that sounds more pleased and less of a growl and he nudges Zika.
"Big belly leader wanna ride Chomper with Zashi?"
Zashi asks Rhuun, moving back in his Saddle.
"Nah, me walk faster."