If it had been any goblin other than Moggy, Chuffy probably would've been pretty upset at being shown up. But after having fought and bled and shared Poog's healing boogers together, Chuffy can't really hold it against the suave goblin. Well, not too much, anyway.
"Hmmph. Good j-*urp*" he begins, but can't finish the sentence for another bout of heaving. By the time his stomach settles all he has time to do is watch Moggy's naked butt disappearing into the swamp.
Moggy and others good at hiding but Chuffy is bestest. I knows it!
After dropping his own weapons and most of his other gear, Chuffy also heads into the swamp. Except this time, he's got an idea to hopefully throw the clubbers off his trail and sow some chaos all at once. Once he's a decent piece into the swamp, he carefully removes the cowbell hanging around his neck and ties it to the limb of a nearby bush - not too high off the ground but high enough that it'll rattle whenever the wind blows or something brushes against the foliage.
Then, he takes off in the opposite direction until he finds a nice climbing tree - which is a little more difficult to find in a swamp than one might expect.
Still, even with his stomach still churning a bit, he manages to scramble up high enough to reach the foliage and there he sits. And waits.
Stupids never find me up here!
Poog holds onto his stomach as he stomps through towards the marsh, some of the digested apples making their reappearance despite his best butt clenching efforts. The trail of finless browns would guide anyone towards him, but even still, seeing Mogmurch go underwater, Chuffy head for the trees, and Reta hiding in a log, Poog decides to hide in plain sight.
He pushes together a big mound mixed with marsh mud and his own lawn sausages, then tucks his cape around his body and carefully lies in the mound, piling on more mud to cover up his body.
Reta -1NL -6
Poog's hide in plain sight seems too simple to work. Six goblins trample past him, poking all manner of bushes, hollow logs and misshapen stumps, but only two come REALLY close. Seeing what is obviously an old latrine, they stop to relieve themselves of the sour apple belly squirts. In the end it only adds to his camouflage.
Mogmurch goes 'ode natural' and makes with the fishes in the swamp. While only a few goblins even investigate the swamp, two even going for their own swim, they never bump into the oversized bull frog. "Swamp extra warm over here, feel real nice."
Reta wanders into the woods and sits down on a stump behind a tree. She kinda blends in? At least when she isn't groaning about her stomach or head ache. It doesn't take long for a herd of seven goblins to wander nearby, three come over to her and club her upside the head "Find you big head!" THWACK! THWACK! CRACK! Now she's really got a reason to groan.
Chuffy's decision with the cowbell distraction seems like it was a bad idea at first. Four goblins quickly scurry over near it and thrash the brush nearby with their clubs "That Chuffy's bell, he must be right here!" SMASH! "No, he gonna be over here!" KONK! "Dang, I really wanted to bonk that little stabber!" They wander off, fruitless in their search.
After about an hour a horn is sounded and everyone makes their way back to the dying bonfire. Only Reta seems to have payed the price for being a bad hider. Her helmet head not doing her any favors. "Ok, three not found. One ring, three goblins... you figure it out." Slorb shrugs as he tosses a circlet of beaten iron at the three winners, knowing they'll figure out who uses it amongst themselves... somehow.
"Ahh, bestest is lastest! The Rusty Earbiter." A score of goblins drag out a hollow coil of rusty wires, barrel hoops, bent swords, and thorny branches and vines from behind the Moot House. The remaining crowd cheers as they see the final game, while a few goblins groan and hold their ears in fear (or what's left of them). Three dried up goblin ears lay tangled in the mass of razor wires from some past challenges, a grackle grabbing at one, trying to pull it free of the spikes. "Oooo who gonna win this one? Must be Mogmurch, he not lose yet!" One earless goblin declares as he rolls out the death trap. "No no, Chuffy best squiggler around, he gonna win." The first goblin looks at the second "What you say?"
Once the contraption is in place, Slorb shushes the crowd and relays some interesting history on the village "The half-insane tinkerer who invented the thing has long since died (carried off one night by a giant bird of some sort after his first and only test of a prototype bird-attracting hat), but his legacy lives on. Three cheers for Bird Brain the Small. He be missed." With that the whole tribe breaks into the chicken dance with Slorb leading the song. "Put your right leg in, put your right leg out.. shake it, shake it, shake its all about." Even the Chief joins in a top his wobbly tower of wood.
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Emerging from the marsh, Mogmurch can't stop grinning. His eyes light up when Slorb tosses the circlet of beaten iron toward the successful trio of goblin heroes. "A Ring That Lets You Climb Real Good!" He scrambles after the dull piece of metal. "I'll trade you, guys. If you let me have it, I'll give you the magic sword!"
Rempty is so proud of her mate, she licks him from head to toe, clearing away the mud, and pulling off a few fat leeches with her sharp teeth.
When Slorb announces the next challenge, Mogmurch realizes he's still standing before the assembled Licktoads in all his naked glory. Turning a darker shade of bright green with embarrassment, he locates his pants and the rest of his gear, and makes himself presentable again.
Feeling a little cocky, he saunters over to the tangled in the mass of razor wires. "Oh, yeah, I gots this. No problem."
"Oooh, be careful, Moggy!" Rempty calls out to him from among the spectators, wringing her knobby-warty hands with worry.
With a confident smirk, Mogmurch enters the deadly contraption assuming a downward dog stance. Right away, he pays for his hubris, when a razor-sharp barb buries itself in his prominent gluteus maximus. "Ouch!"
The crowd gasps, and Rempty shrieks and swoons, her knees buckling as she faints. A handsy Slorb catches the goblin in his arms. "Stand back! I'll see to her." He starts slapping her chest and breathing into the unconscious girl's mouth.
Satisfied that he'll live, Mogmurch resumes his quest. Tucking his rear end to avoid repeating disaster, he tries to dance the worm, undulating forward. His awkward effort earns him a long scratch from his shoulder to his hip. "Ow!"
The crowd gets a little restless. Maybe betting on Mogmurch was a mistake. There's nothing like a healthy dose of public humiliation to bring an over-proud goblin crashing back to muddy earth.
Focus, Mogmurch! The goblin checks himself, concentrating on the mission impossible. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast...
Sure enough, with his bobble-head now in the right place, Mogmurch makes the obstacle look easy, and he emerges from the tangled mass of razor wire triumphant.
After her subsequent clubbing, Reta sits on a different log. "Mogmurch! He's our man! If he can't do, BUUURP!"
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"A Ring That Lets You Climb Real Good!" He scrambles after the dull piece of metal. "I'll trade you, guys. If you let me have it, I'll give you the magic sword!"
"Deal! Dealdealdealdeal," Chuffy instantly shoots back, apparently unconcerned about what Poog thinks about this deal. "Chuffy put magic sword to better use than Moggy (no offense)!"
And though still feeling ill from the slugs, Chuffy's mood is bolstered by having finally done well at one of the games. He's also a glutton for punishment.
"I play too! Chuffy can't let Chuffy-fans be sad," the goblin grins, watching as Mogmurch slowly works his way through the Rusty Earbiter. His grin falters a little as his friend and friendly(?) rival finishes strong after a prickly start, though.
Ooh...that pretty good...
But there's little time to dwell on it as he finds himself next up after Reta decides to sit this one out. Chuffy flattens himself on the ground and begins to crawl forward, but promptly retches up more slug-and-stomach juice, the motion enough to make his ears brush against the sharp wire...but somehow, he doesn't actually get scratched. And now, more or less face down in the dirt and bile and leftover slug sludge, an idea comes to Chuffy. If slugs could make slime work for them then so can Chuffy! Using his fingers he starts trying to pull himself along across the ground, his vomit acting as lubrication for what just might be the world's grossest Slip n' Slide...
...and somehow, it works pretty well! He even picks up some speed as he goes.
"Wheeee!"
"You is right, Reta," Poog squeaks as he plops down next to her, still thoroughly covered in some ungodly soup of goblin poop. "Me need a break too! Smell too strong, even as goblin. Need crazy witch lady's perfume."
"Witch lady? Ew, her perfume is stinky." Reta coughs. "Peppermint, sage, basil? Yuck! At least alcohol was good."
The crowd cheers as Mogmurch, clearly the bestest of the goblin heroes, takes on the challenge of the Rusty Earbiter. The drama heightens as things start out a bit prickly for the alchemist, his dame falling into distress over his distress. But, as usual, Mogmurch worms his way through the challenge and further into the hearts of the spectators. "See, he good, real good." One says to another, this whispering heard through the crowd.
Reta and Poog decide to both cut their losses and save their ears, sitting this one out.
Chuffy on the other hand isn't skerd. He was built for things like this! Again, things start out prickly, but the difficult challenge sparks some creativity in Chuffy! With the help of some regurgitated slug slime, mud, and blood, the pimpled peon pulsates his way through the contraption in one long slide to freedom. Slorb holds up his hands declaring Chuffy the winner! Rempty falls hard onto the cold ground with a grunt and groan.
"Chuffy win, bestest prize of whole game: Chief’s Personal Very Useful Robe That Is Useful!" He hands the dusty pink bathrobe to Chuffy. This thing has seen better days, a number of patches are missing but four remain with stitched drawings of a ladder, a three-legged turtle, a horseshoe, and a bullhorn.
This is a robe of useful items that has only four patches left—a ladder, a three-legged turtle, a horseshoe, and a bullhorn. Ya sorry, the Chief used up all the best patches already.
Now that the games are over the festivities wind down quickly. Most of the village is too drunk to do much other than crash where they are, around the pile of coals that once was the big bon fire. Chief and his chair are carried back to his big hut by another group of eager, and ignorant whelps.
Early the next morning everyone is roused from their drunken slumbers by Slorb, summoning them to the Chief's hut once more. "Big bad sun coming up, time to go go go heroes! Chief talk first, no time for pooping Poog!" Hungover or not, the group is dragged off bright and early to the big hut to speak to the Chief before they depart on their mission.
Rendwad is still atop his chair, cuddled up in his favorite blanket and in his favorite slippers. He sits up quickly, stowing the blanket behind him and out of sight. "Now is the time to be heroes champions. You've won my prizes to help deal with Vorka and get those fireworks! Take these other precious fireworks to help." He promptly shoos the group out of his hut and retrieves his blanky.
two Desnan candles
four paper candles
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.
Slorb points the group in the right direction, reminding them to use the map they've been given. "Follow stream to ocean. Don't get caught by Lotslegs, find ship, don't let Vorka goblin cannibal eat you, or feed you to her pet dogs and horses! Bring all Chief's stuff back clean. Ok? Bye!" He promptly slams the door shut.
Through the hazy fog that is their early morning, still sickened goblin minds they swore they just mentioned something about Vorka? A goblin cannibal? With PET DOGS AND HORSES? WTF?
Whether you ask around the village on your way out of town, remember hearing about Vorka last night through a cloudy daze of smoke, or just happen to remember something useful for once:
One of the greatest terrors of the swamp, at least to the Licktoads, is old Vorka, a ravenous cannibal goblin who, legend tells, was once the wife of a Licktoad chieftain. She murdered and ate that chieftain, as well as several other goblins, before she was driven out of town many years ago. Since then, the story says that she’s lived alone somewhere along the coast to the west of Licktoad village, and while she’s never returned, most goblins who go missing in that part of the swamp are assumed to have been eaten by the cannibal.
”I’d really like these!” Mogmurch says, holding up the Desnan candles. ”An alchemist can use ‘em real good.”
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Poog hops off his log, hobbling over to offer Mogmurch and Chuffy high fives. "Good job bestest friend Chuffy and normal friend Mogmurch, now we go get rest of fireworks and make even biggerer fire show! And mark Poog's words, we kill Lotslegs!" He smacks his fist into his palm. "Or at least tame and ride home together like heroes we is..."
The next day, Poog grabs the skyrocket, putting it between his legs. "Do you think Poog can ride this? Only one way to find out..." He keeps it there as he skips through the fog.
Reta prepares her training routine to practice her aim and her swings. Chuffy and Mogmurch were able to cover her but she should have been the bestest hero.
She can't fail them now. They're nice to her.
"Let us go. Get fireworks."
She prepares for her greatest adventure yet.
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"Oooh...Chuffy want some of the fire-finger ones," the little goblin remarks, content to let Poog ride off on the skyrocket and Moggy take the candles. "Oh, hey! Poog! You want Chief robe? Is nice but...um...kinda cramps Chuffy's style..."
He looks around surreptitiously, making sure that neither the Chief or Slorb or any of the other goblins are in earshot to hear such blasphemous words.
"Think Poog look better in it. Long as we bring back, like sword, should be good. Okay?"
Chuffy then clears his throat.
"Okay! Time to go! Um, but wait..."
"Oooh...um, Chuffy remember something. Vorka cannibal goblin legend, maybe used to be wife of Licktoad chief. Then she ate him. Ate other goblins, too. Got ran off but now other goblins say she live along coast somewheres and...and...and eats other goblins that get lost in the woods!"
Chuffy looks down at the magic dogslicer Moggy had traded him and then swallows. "Suddenly even more happy have this sword now."
"Okay...time to go..." the goblin repeats, with a bit less enthusiasm than before.
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Mogmurch shakes Chuffy's grubby hand, sealing the deal, and hands him the magical dogslicer Gorge of Gluttons, then he slips the Ring That Lets You Climb Real Good over his left thumb.
He stuffs the two Desnan candles in his pants and nods. "Chuffy's right. I was smokin' some weed with Rempty last night. She said her nan used to tell her bedtime stories about one of the greatest terrors of the swamp, an old cannabis-goblin lady called Vorka, who always had the munchies."
"Once upon a time, she was so hungry she ate her mate, a Licktoad chieftain. After she ate some more goblins, the rest of them wised up and run her out of town."
"Now she lives alone somewhere along the coast, west of here, in a hut like a big boat. And that's why nobody goes that way any more, 'cause those who do, never come back."
"Follow me." Mogmurch hooks a thumb in the general direction of the swamp. "Rempty told me the way to go."
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The group divvies up their gifted fire works in an orderly, first come, first served fashion: much like normal goblin society, but without the brawls or trickery of LESSER goblins. Goblin heroes are different. They stand out, they work together. They don't realize the word TEAM has ME in it, because well, they don't spell.
Chuffy brings up a bit of information he got out of a stab buddy (before she passed out from blood loss, how annoying!). Some useful history to who this 'Vorka' person is. Regardless, the show must go on, so the group makes its way towards the Toad Pond. Everyone knows where the Toad Pond is, the mucky bog where the group started their first adventure only a few weeks ago. Flies buzz around busily, just now waking up with the light, a few eager toads collecting an early breakfast can be heard jumping in the shallow, mucky water. The two pickled goblin corpses lay in a heap, just where the group left them. Now, they have been picked over by desperate scavengers and insect larvae, devolving a bit into more of a heap of moosh with skulls and major bones mostly intact.
Its easy enough to find the slow moving outlet to the marsh, that according to the map at least, winds its way through the woods down to the ocean. The group pads along through the muck and mire, making slow progress. The grade is so slight that its often hard to find any true channel, as the stream devolves into a mess of forested wetlands and marshes. The cedar and willow trees block out most of the bright sun above, keeping the air moist and still: perfect for breeding mosquitoes. The swarms are thick around the group, sucking blood and droning incessantly in their still sickened ears. The sharp prick of a proboscis making the lucky donor wince at regular intervals, wondering just why they were the lucky ones selected for this trip again.
As the group comes to a particularly flat grove of swamp land as decision needs to be made: left? right? straight? With a quick glance it all looks about the same. Maybe a practiced eye can find the best path forward to get to that ship sooner than later...
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Poog is wide-eyed and eager when Chuffy offers the robe, and he quickly discards his tattered cape and wraps himself in it. "Poog look.. majestic!" He declares, thrusting his hips.
At the Toad Pond, Poog stops, watching the toads hopping along the lily pads. He reaches up on his head, petting his toad. "Dogfinder, you been good friend, better than old Frogton Shaine!" He pulls out a squashed, dried toad from his pocket, showing it to Reta and Mogmurch. "This what happens if Dogfinder not lucky today!"
Still "riding" the skyrocket, Poog gallops past the pond without collecting new toads. Dogfinder is pleased, or so it appears as he indulges himself on the many mosquitoes in the marsh. At the junction, Poog squints to see what the best way forward might be...
Reta is drunk and still groggy. She just grumbles her way through.
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"Ouch!" Mogmurch cries out, slapping himself on the buttocks. "Some prick just tried to violate me with his pro-busky thingamajiggy!"
"Look over there." He points. "I think that's prolly a good path to follow."
Even though he's clearly still not feeling 100%, Chuffy does...okay...in terms of keeping his eyes peeled and his wits about him as the group navigates through the swamp. That said, the mosquitoes are getting old - fast.
"RAWGH!" the goblin suddenly exclaims as he starts trying to chomp the ones buzzing around his face, much like how a cat might chomp at a fly. "Stupid bugs, give blood back!"
He pauses in his bug-chomping as Moggy points out a good direction to go. "Huh? Oh, sure, look good to me. Hopefully less bugs that way, too!"
Chuffy and Mogmurch lead the group down the center game trail in the swamp, certain at least that it goes in the right direction, and with any luck it'll be easier traveling. Not long after the decision is made it looks like it could have been the correct choice. Maybe? The travel still sucks but they seem to be making pretty good progress, but the biting insects don't seem to relent.
Chuffy and Mogmurch both see a small drip of liquid hit the ground in front of them as the group walks under a large and dense cedar tree. They look up to see eight red eyes glowing and looking at them!
A giant spider, vermin qualities! Ask your questions.
Bold is up!
Chuffy (sickened)
Mogmurch
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Poog (sickened)(flat footed)
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Lotslegsmany (15' up)
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Reta (sickened)(flat footed)
Party Buffs: Nil
Environmental Conditions: Trees are difficult terrain. DC10 to climb.
"Um. Hi."
Chuffy quickly takes a step away from the tree and reaches into a grubby pocket, pulling out a small vial of green liquid. Are those mushed-up grasshoppers in there?
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Mogmurch sees a small drip of liquid hit the ground in front of him as he and his buddies walk under a large and dense cedar tree. He looks up and sees eight glowing red eyes glowing looking at him!
"Guys! It's a giant spider! Watch out, it's got a special attack like ________________!"
Mogmurch tosses a bomb at the spider and quickly scurries away from the scary monster. *Boom!*
Half of the goblin crew are on their toes and sniff out the spider's ambush before its sprung. Chuffy steps back and reaches for a snack while Mogmurch doesn't pull any punches and tosses a flaming attack! The bomb strikes the spider across the face and singes a couple eyes shut. It DOES NOT LOOK PLEASED!
From what they were told and his own spider research, Mogmurch figures this could very well be Lotsalegsmany, and a spider of this size and type can sling webs from afar, not to mention has a poisonous bite that saps your strength.
Just as he announces this info, the spider demonstrates and slings webbing at Mogmurch, hitting him square in the face and tangling him up in sticky, restrictive strands of web. The oversized and hungry spider then quickly, and effortlessly, scurries down from the cedar tree and bares its dripping fangs at breakfast.
Bold is up!
Chuffy (sickened)
Mogmurch
Poog (sickened)
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Lotslegsmany -3
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Reta (sickened)
Party Buffs: Nil
Environmental Conditions: Trees are difficult terrain. DC10 to climb.
"It's Lotsalegsmany, and he's got a poisonous bite!" Mogmurch screeches, entangled in the giant spider's web. "Kill him, guys!"
The goblin hero tries to think of what to do, hoping his friends will kill Lotsalegsmany first.
"Oh, Lotsalegsmany come down to us. Hmm. Makes easier!"
In an almost detached sort of manner, Chuffy gulps down his potion and then attempts to leap onto the great spider's back!
"I'm gonna ride it! Then I'm gonna stab it!"
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Poog taps his finger on his elbow as Chuffy attempts to mount the big spider. "Hmm, bestest friend Chuffy know how to ride too? Poog hope so. If not, Poog try to weaken him first!"
The goblin rubs his palms together, a small ball of fire forming in them, then he points at Lotslegs and lets it fly.
Mogmurch waits patiently for his associates to begin the pummeling process. Chuffy drinks down his grasshopper juice and leaps high and far, landing on top of the thoroughly confused spider. Poog uses his holy powers for good and births fire, which he then throws wide of the spider.
Mogmurch is up!
Chuffy] (sickened)
Mogmurch
Poog (sickened)
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Lotslegsmany -3
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Reta (sickened)
Party Buffs: Nil
Environmental Conditions: Trees are difficult terrain. DC10 to climb.
"Rats!" Mogmurch curses, stuck in the webs with Lotslegsmany still looming over him, no worse for wear. He draws his club and takes a swing at the giant spider.
Though he executes his actual jump with amazing precision and accuracy, Chuffy clearly forgets or doesn't realize that his trajectory takes him right over the spider's clacking mandibles...
The giant spider snaps its mandibles at Chuffy as he lands uncomfortably close to it. Chuffy can feel the tickle of its body hairs on his arms and legs he's so close, at least until the spider scurries away a bit to keep its 6 feet of personal space intact.
Regardless of his new cuddle buddy, this spider has a meal in its web and gosh darn it its going to take a bite! And bite SHE does! A pair of fangs cuts into the best goblin the Licktoad Tribe has to offer.
Please make a DC14 Fort save or take
Bold is up!
Chuffy (sickened)(Jumpin!)
Mogmurch -3 (entangled)
Poog (sickened)
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Lotslegsmany -4
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Reta (sickened)
Party Buffs: Nil
Environmental Conditions: Trees are difficult terrain. DC10 to climb.
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Mogmurch screams when Lotslegsmany sinks his fangs into him. "That's gonna leave a mark!"
While his friends play goblin rodeo clowns, Mogmurch bops the giant spider on its head again with his club.
Chuffy sighs loudly as his attempt to ride the enormous spider is halted by the thing's snapping mandibles.
"Lotsalegs need to hold still!"
Frustrated, he pulls out his shiny borrowed dogslicer and attempts to stab the thing...
"Chuffy pin you to ground like bug! Then you hold still!"
With Lotslegs taking a couple wounds, Poog cheers wildly. "Keep smashing and slashing, don't be distracted by Poog's... FIRE!"
"We there yet?" Reta groans as the world rushes ahead of her. Those apples tasted so good, but she feels so sick. And now there's a spider? Maybe we can just walk away from it...
But then she hears Mogmurch yelp. And she snaps to attention. She runs around the bush, drawing her dogslicer along the way. "No! Goblin heroes! Fight for each other!"
Mogmurch puffs out his chest to reveal a shirt with five magical stars across it, using their power to fight off any adverse effects from the spider's venom. He follows that up with another impressive clubbing to the face. Chuffy joins in with a stab to belly, all while Poog sends more flaming attacks into the wet ground. Maybe he's trying to signal for reinforcements? Must be, as Reta finally snaps out of it and races to help.
Lotsalegsmany is starting to look weary, but she must be hungry because she just isn't giving up a meal that easily! She bites once more at Mogmurch's webbed form. The bite sinks in deep and even more venom flows into the wound!
Please make another
Bold is up!
Chuffy (sickened)(Jumpin!)
Mogmurch -9 (entangled)(1 hit point remaining!)
Poog (sickened)
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Lotslegsmany -11
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Reta (sickened)
Party Buffs: Nil
Environmental Conditions: Trees are difficult terrain. DC10 to climb.
"Huh...Chuffy didn't know Moggy had neat shirt. Saw longshanks do that once, had big squiggly thing on it, like snake," Chuffy remarks as he deftly steps in behind Lotslegs and tries to go in for the kill!
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Reta gets into position and swings her Dogslicer.
"Heroes fight for... BLARGH!" She spits up more apple juice.
It's not the poison, it's the loss of so much blood that's brought Mogmurch to death's door.
"Die, spider!" the goblin cries, swinging his club once more.
With the troops now rallied thanks to Poog's fire show, Reta throws up for the umpteenth time on her sweater, foregoing her swing to instead clean off the dribble. In the end its no big deal though, as Chuffy knows just where to stab, sinking his dogslicer to the hilt in the spider's soft bits. It wavers on six of eight functioning legs before Mogmurch brings his club down and flattens Lotsalegsmany, eater of Goblin babies before she can add 'eater of Mogmurch' to her growing title.
By the power of his tee shirt and some supportive (yet slightly restrictive) webbing, Mogmurch's insides are still inside, but man don't they want to burst out!
Mogmurch -9 (entangled)(1 hit point remaining!)
Poog blows imaginary smoke from his finger. "Nice job friends, we kill Lotslegs! But Moggy not looking so hot. Probably need Zarongel's blessed boogers!"
Digging out a loogey fit for a horse, Poog slaps it on Mogmurch's shoulder.
... Okay, maybe fit for a pony.
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Seeing his boogers are only partially effective, Poog pulls out a snot-encrusted stick from his pack. "Stick straight from nose of Zarongel sure to make Mogmurch feel much gooder!"
"No need to poke me with yer stick, Poog. Not yet, anyways." Mogmurch digs a potion out of his rucksack, spreads some salt on the back of his hand, pops open the vial, chews the cork, then tips his head back and chugalugs the liquid.
"Ahh!" he grins, licking the salt off his dark green lips. "Almost as good as new!"
"Ugh. Maybe she allergic to apples?" Reta tries to boost her confidence. "But good job, all!"
"Dumb spider...Chuffy wanted to ride," the little goblin sighs as he pulls the dogslicer free. "Ooh! We should, um, bring back something that says we stabbed it good. Maybe legs or something."
Then Chuffy considers the prospect of dragging enormous spider legs around the swamp and back again.
"Um...but wait until we go home, then do it. Yeah!"
With Moggy all patched up again and the group ready to continue, Chuffy tries to help find the trail again.
"That way," Chuffy nods, pointing back in the direction they'd just came from even though their footprints are right there.
Mogmurch is healed by the power of snot and potion, then the group reorientates itself. Mogmurch though quickly spots a wispy trail of spider silk that winds its way through the woods to the south, like a piece of toilet paper stuck to a spider's foot.
Does the group continue its path towards the sea shore or investigate the possible trail left by Lotsalegsmany?
"Poog thinks we follow spider trail, maybe find more Lotsalegs, smaller ones that we can ride! More like Lessalegs!" Poog points in its supposed direction of the spider. "Unless friends want to go straight to sea? What think?"
"Follow Lotsalegs!" Reta cheers.
"No more spiders!" Mogmurch yells, stamping his foot down with a splat in the marshy ground. "No way!"
"We can follow his trail, but I don't wanna let no more spiders bite me."