We Be Goblins part Uno and Duex! (Inactive)

Game Master Freddy Honeycutt

Glim delays until another goblin has engaged Lotslegs in melee.

Then charges in for sneak attack from his flanking position!

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 27
Critical Confirmation: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
extra critical damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Glooper makes sure to maintain a range of 30ft from Lotslegs before unloading his next shot.

Ranged Attack(vs. Touch AC): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 = 171d10 ⇒ 10

The spider curls up into a nice dead ball of body and legs.

Stupifgrakkinboomboomsticky!" BLIKX screeches, turning the blunderbuss upside down and shaking it violently.

At which point the jam clears itself leaving a smoking hole in the dirt just above the goblins big toe.

Tindertwig is about to let lose a second arrow, when he notices the spider in its death throes.

He is then about to yell, but he--actually--stops with his mouth wide open as he is searching the area for more threats--targets!

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

cruncher stands still for a second before viscously hacking the spider corpse into pieces with his axe.

"We killed Lotslegs! We killed Lotslegs!" Gretcha sings, dancing around in a circle. She then proceeds to bash off one of the legs and start chewing it.

BLIKX stuffs his smoking blunderbuss into his pack, smokey end up. He pulls out his club andbegins hitting the spider carcass.

"Stipidlotsalegsmademyboomystickgofizzlediediediestupidlotsalegs!"

"That's right, we is mighty goblins! Huzzah!" Glim cheers.

He wipes spider goo off his blade before triumphantly putting it away.

He stares at the corpse for a time, making sure of its demise before quickly cleaning and reloading his musket.

Goood job everrryone.

BLIKX stops smacking the spider corpse when he notices what the big frog is doing.

He pulls his blunderbuss back out of his pack, opens his gunsmith kit, and starts cleaning the fouled weapon.

"Stupidboomystickllfizzleifitsdirtyitlikestobecleanlikeaprissylittlegnome."

Once he cleans it, he reloads it with powder and shot, then holds it triumphantly.

Myboomystickisboomyboomyboomybooooooooooom!"

The spider is dead and tasty...

Spiders like to catch things an take them to its' lair and kill them....and eat them and make them dead there.....

"There may be good loot in spider's lair!" Glim says as the realization dawns that spiders take food back to their lair.

He starts sneaking away towards the spider's lair.

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

Probably best not to announce your sneaking prior to trying.

Once again our goblins are not sure where the lair is...only a skilled tracker can ass-ertain the correct location.

Tindertwig lowers his bow--as he sees no other threats.

Yous be too loud!, he yells at the others.

He points his arrow at the foliage.

Wees could being looks at. Wees needs to be shush shush!

Mees and Dirtbag find lair! Wees great lookings!

Tindertwig--with Dirtbag peeking out his pouch--

search for the spiders lair by examining the area it popped

out from first:

track: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

He then stealthily begins to follow the trail!

stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24

Tindertwig leads the way and spots the lair 200 feet away and just across a small stream of water, that appears about a foot deep.

The lair 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.

Goblins pick one spoiler tag from those below:

Option 1

Option 2

Option 3

Now Loot the Lair!

As Tindertwig wades across the shallow stream,
he looks down and picks up something.

He smiles--mischievously--and throws it at Glooper!

thrown poop: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

He shrugs his shoulders at Glooper and places his finger to his lips.

Shush shush!

Tindertwig enters the lair--eyes wide open!

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

He begins wading across the water when . . .

SMACK!

. . . something akin to poop slides down the side on his face.

Yooouuu he whispers as loud as a whisper might get. Glooper wipes the poop from his face and cleanses his hand in the water before carefully following Tindertwig, making sure to watch for more surprises, whether they be from friend or foe.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"Owowowowowowowwwwwwnastybiteyfishydiediedieowowowowowowyyyyyy!"

BLIKX hops up and down, waving his foot, as the bitey fish gnaws on his toe!

As cruncher is crossing the stream he suddenly stops. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. With that cruncher walks away with no other words. The next goblin in line probably steps through a warm patch. :)

Gretcha finds a warm patch in the water and frowns. Then she giggles and continues walking. The warm patch seems to expand.

Glim gets bit by a little fish with big teeth while crossing the water. He takes out his blade and tries to slice it.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

BLIKX hops back to shore and flops to the ground. Pulling his foot to his face, he bites the nasty little fishy back!

Among the things found include...

24 shiny gold coins.

A finely crafted (masterwork) light crossbow
11 crossbow bolts
a petrifyfied eyeball (actually a pearl)

3 assorted potiony drinks of goodness

a wax-paper-sealed package containing six pieces of
licorice-flavored taffy (looks and smells like mukeslugs)

"I takes a potion!" Glim says.

I, toooo, would liiike a potion. As forrr the rrrest, have fun.

"Iwantsanothashootagimmedabowgimmedabow!"

BLIKX grabs the crossbow and bolts, stuffing them in his pack.

Glim divides up the candy to the other goblins and Glooper.

"Yum!"

Tindertwig glances around.

He then swipes the 'eyeball'!

sleight of hand: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Tindertwig then attempt to sneak away to the water a bit.

stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25

Gretcha tries to grab the coins and stuff them in her pockets, before remembering she doesn't have pockets.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Cruncher sees Tindertwig snag the pearl.

NOOO, Bad Tindertwig!

He leaps at the other goblin trying to grab the "eyeball from his hand.

Disarm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Tindertwig tosses the pearl up into the air

and he moves quickly away from the pending--brawl!

After miserably failing to grab the pearl Cruncher decides that he was the one who made Tindertwig throw the pearl.
AH HA, I got the eyeball, YEEEEEEE!
Cruncher tucks away the small pearl in one of his pockets.

Tindertwig watches Cruncher hold on to 'his' pearl!

Wees has a good hiding spot for it!

Gretcha attempts to pick up the coins that fell from her nonexistent pockets, and realizes she can't hold them all. "You!" she shrieks, pointing at Tindertwig. "Yous holds thees for me, yeah?"

Tindertwig walks up to Gretcha--peacock-like--and smiles at her.

Mees hold these shiny round stuff fer ya!

He holds out his hand...

The rest of the trek is uneventful....

A two-masted ship lies mired in the mud in this clearing, its rigging thick with moss and decorated with lanterns and wind-chimes 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.

Approaching the ship

The ocean can not be seen but it is close enough to hear the faint susurrus of waves crashing on an unseen swampy shoreline.

You hear two strange noises the first which certainly all goblins hate is the bark and growl of a dog the second noise is surely from a large animal, but you are not certain which kind.

Knowledge nature DC 13

The Goblin version of see and say…

knowledge nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Upon seeing the smoke rising into the air,
Tindertwig unshoulders his shortbow and notches an arrow.

Placing a finger to his lips, he quietly says,

Shush shush

He then begins to move--quietly-- as close to the ship as he may, while searching the ground for tracks of who/what may live here!

stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Tindertwig also is keeping--both--over-sized ears out for any noise!

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

BLIKX sneaks after the goblin with the frog on his head. Very sneaky-like.

Sneakin' very sneaky-like: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

"Sneakin'sneakin'sneakysneakysneakySNEEAAAK!"

he is a lucky toad--named Dirtbag---lol!

Tindertwig glances at Blikx. He wispers:

Yous be shush shush! Yous go to front door. Knock loud!

Before Blikx can do it Cruncher runs over to the door and knocks 5 times loudly.
HELLLO, NAUGHTY DOGGIES COMEZ OUT TO PLAY WITH FRIENDLY GOBOS!

Back in the spider's den.

Gretcha giggles at Tindertwig. "You walks funny," she laughs. "Here. Holds thees. You gives them back laters though, yeah?"

Approaching the shipwreck.

Gretcha follows Tindertwig's example, sneaking after him.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

"I hears doggies. We kills them? We burns them?!"

Tindertwig notices Cruncher running toward the front door.

He begins to move--quietly--around to the back side of the boat.

stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32

He looks out for any 'surprises'!

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Tindertwig motions for Gretcha to be silent and to follow him.

He whispers:

Wees be shush shush sneak sneaks!

Glooper maintains a 30ft distance between himself and the door, keeping his musket aimed for any sign of unfriendly movement.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

BLIKX pulls out his big boomstick, ready to blast something.

"Yergonnadielittledoggiesdiediediediedieeeee!"

Glim does his sneakiest sneaking and sneaks along to sneak a closer sneak peak.

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

The thick mud is much worse than any goblin would have thought the area is difficult terrain, though the grippli seem to be having no problems moving through the muck.

The goblins move out like a herd of turtles and the grippli walk around them in circles.

Will this change tactics?