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Old tech has always fascinated Runner.
He would spend hours watching Seth work wonders with the machines in his workshop back at Walker's.
Much he did not understand but some of it made sense to him.
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THIS, however, made no sense and creeped him the F*ck Out!
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As the screen flickered to life, the cables attached to the iguana's eye sockets begin to pulsate.
A green glow seeps out from around the eyelids and a bit of black ooze also.
Other cables, seemingly buried deep into the reptilian bodies, twist and suck at the plump leathery torsos, apparently pulling energy.
A sticky tongue darts out and slurps up a cricket that strayed too near a gaping mouth.
The attached machinery hums a little louder just then.
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"What the Fuh?" is all Runner can mutter as his foot bumps into a mound of shriveled skin and hair partially pushed under the terrarium.
As he bends down to get a closer look, he sees the sheared-off ends of more black cables protruding from the body of a human child.
It is wearing the same military-style uniform as those kids who were helping them downstairs.

Runner follows closely behind the group.

Hearing words fly around like knives and wanting nothing more than to duck out and hide from all this, Smoog realizes that the only one who can convince Retzack of his passion and sincerity is Thunk himself so...
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Smoog tries something he has been meaning to for a while now and it seems it can wait no longer.
With his Mind-Device he reaches out gently and slowly, announcing his intentions out loud to Thunk.
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"Thunk, I have watched and listened to you for weeks now and I have long suspected you are only speech deficient and not mull-headed.
Use me to speak thru.
I open the way thru my mind and you can speak thru me if you desire."
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if a roll is needed...
Mind Conduit: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 2) + 3 = 11

That evil Necromancer and his giant zombie amalgamation were quite terrifying and dangerous... not that great a challenge huh? . Smoog whispers to himself.
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Then Smoog's gaze turns toward Tanard but his words are aimed at Thunk.
Dragons have always been sacred to us Kobolds.
Tanard is our Queen; our Future; our very Life and Breath.
I will devote all I have, all I am, to Her service and Her glory.
Thunk, you are now Her Priesto-Primo, Her Champion and Her Loyalty Focus.
You now guide my zealot's passion and advise me spiritually.
I swear to do Red 'Nard's will.
I swear to live my life only for Red 'Nard.
"
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Then he addresses Greas on the details of the machine...
"I need a potion brewed from Zephyr Lilies, a rare species of flower found on Marannon, a mountaintop far to the east of here; part of the Green Ridge Mountain Range I think.
It will take us into dwarf territory quite near Lord Krondor's domain."
AND...
I need a dish-shaped metal object fashioned of pure silver which I will mount to the ceiling of the time chamber itself. This will focus the time-dilating energies into a coherent sphere around the subjects."

So many things were happening so fast that Smoog was having trouble prioritizing the most important missions and needed some advice from the others.
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Rounding up Retzack and Greas he heads back up to find the rest of his group gathered in the Library Stained Glass room.
Smoog then starts in with a few thoughts and observations aimed mostly at Sees, Thunk and Krish but Oadir and the others are certainly consulted and included.
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"We are quickly taking on the huge task of completely liberating or subjugating; depending on how you view the issue; the city of ESTR.
We could of course leave that business to the newly freed slaves leaving us free to continue our Dragonslayer hunt.
Now that Tanard's existence has been made public, we have more to worry about and keeping her safe will be much more difficult.
I had thought about trying to magically age her into adulthood quickly so she will be more able to protect herself but that project requires several difficulties that we do not have time for right now...so...
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What next?
Do we commandeer an airship and go after Krondor?
Do we gather the items I need for the Age-Machine?
Do we head after Twinkletoes? or that nasty Elf-Lord?

Smoog solemnly slides over to the stairs leading up.
The loss of Hegh is hitting everyone pretty hard.
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Thunk will be inconsolable. Why isn't Sees showing much grief? They were so close.
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"Lets go up."

"Sh!t, Sh!t, Sh!t. I found us a way out but I am not going to leave another person behind to die.
Come on get thru already!
Pallor! Scarlet! You guys get thru.
D@mn, hurry up, This Sh!t is BAD!1!!1!
O.K. soldier don't make me regret going last. Hurry Up."
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Slippin' thru last with COOL!: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 3) + 2 = 10

Working on the outside chance that these reptilian relatives might be bent to their will,
Smoog sends crude mental images to the Crocogators in hopes of conveying that
they, the Kobolds, have just opened up a smorgasbord of softskin meals free for the taking upstairs.
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Communicate thru the Mental Projection Device: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4) + 3 = 8
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ZZZ - Weak and dying cityfolk - ZZZ
ZZZ - Strong Kobolds too much trouble to attack - ZZZ
ZZZ - Mutually beneficial alliance among Scalykind - ZZZ
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"Did we eat Garth yet?"

... while "Where the Wild Things" creatures quietly sneak up on them from all sides.

After repairing the most significant damage to his Magno-Ray, Smoog turns his attention to the Eye-Enhancement-Engraphinizer.
He spins it, scrutinizes it, scans it for inscriptions.
Caresses it; measures it; tests its weight.
He scribbles some notes on its properties and sketches some details along the margins of his field notes.
As he holds it closely to his right eye, he flips a switch (maybe accidentally; maybe subconsciously) and screams in pain.
When he looks up, other see the device firmly embedded into his skull, fully replacing his biological eye and infusing its mechanical abilities deeply into the socket.
A wisp of smoke and a brief burst of laser hit the ceiling as Smoog passes out and falls back onto the floor.
A trickle of blood trails down his cheek and drips onto the stone floor.
After a few moments Smoog regains his senses and props himself up on his elbows.
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"Simply AMAZING!
Painful, but amazing."

no....no... that's not true. That's impossible!

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
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Smoog stares into Garth's eyes as the blood pours from his neck and the life leaves his body.
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I never promised to save you.
I only said I wouldn't leave you a vegetable.
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When the black-skinned beauty releases Garth's lifeless body, Smoog nods at her in approval and returns to his mapping endeavor.

After retrieving the Shock Stick from his pile of gear, Smoog calmly walks over to Garth and shocks him until he is unconscious.
He then walks back to where he had been sitting and proceeds with his previous mission.
If needed...
Hack and Slash for non-lethal damage: 2d6 + 0 ⇒ (2, 5) + 0 = 7
+3 if this thing counts as a gadget.
non-lethal damage roll: 1d8 + 2d4 ⇒ (1) + (1, 1) = 3

Smoog breathes an inner sigh of relief as Sees asserts her usual place in the Klan as the Bossy Bloviating Bully they all have come to know and love.
He also is relieved to have been assigned a task.
Smoog packs away the spellbook he and Hegh had been discussing and approaches the Spirit Shaman...

"Spiritmaster Krish, the task of locating the Time Temple within ERST has been handed to us.
These Temples have proven to be not only a treasure trove of knowledge and ancient technology but also very defensible and would make a perfect secret base for our long-term campaign against the Longlegs.
I have a general idea of the city layout but we need a more detailed view to use in planning future missions.
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I propose to travel the Mental Realm and secretly skip from brain to brain almost as if playing a game of Hop-the-Scotch.
There must be an endless web of interconnected brains running thru ESTR, whether they be insect, animal or sentient being.
Can you consult the spirits and gather location information from them as well and we can then put together a map of this city for all to use.
Also, please watch over my trance. If you need me back just shake me and call my name."
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Smoog then settles down in a comfortable seated position to begin his psychic trip.
This time he will leave a small residual consciousness to maintain his body and act as a recall switch if needed but the majority of his mental energy assumes the tightly packed shape he had used before.
Then he whispers to a nearby mind...
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Mentally Project out thru the Psychic Voice Modulator: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 3 = 11
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Then up and out he goes, leapfrogging from brain to brain, memorizing the street layout, the important buildings such as blacksmiths, apothecarys and city hall.
He hitchhikes along each psychic vehicle; the drivers of each never knowing he was there.
If at any time he senses the Deathclaw, he steers wide of that mind.
Near the end of the trip he also plans to hijack a sparrow or other winged creature and swoop once around the city to confirm the overall layout and set his bearings true.

Smoog, now that we have some time to rest, can you show me how to make a spring activated mechanism that traps the subjects foot, sloweing them for my arrows?

Thinking about a bear trap or something. With Greas here, I am contemplating dropping my trapping habits. Not sure yet.

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Smoog looks up from his studies when he senses a "Mental Disturbance".
His recent run-in with the Mental Realm has temporarily made him sensitive to the gathering of minds and the Hegh/Sees/Tanard confluence piques his feelers.
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He smiles when Hegh emerges from Sees tent and he returns his attention to his studies...
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Well, Hegh has finally stepped up and taken her head on.
Bravo. Her maternal needs are paramount in the continuation of our Klan.
Better he than Greas or... well... yeah, Bravo Hegh.
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Smoog sends out a Mental Barrier to protect Sees and Hegh from any outside influence...
Use Psychic Gadget to Protect others...: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 2) + 3 = 10

So much has happened in the last few days, Smoog sits down in a corner of their new safe place and rewinds the action in his mind, contemplating each new companion...
Kind of a first take on Bonds or at least framework for them
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First they saved Kibra and Krish from the Orc Slavers in the hills.
One he thought he knew well and the other poses to be an enigma.
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I wonder if Falla ever told her brother Kibra about us?
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Krish seems to be able to harness spirits as easily as I can harness physics. I wonder where they cross over?
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Then the slaves from ESTR who he just now has time to fully ponder...
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Greas, why did we have to find Greas? Is his heart still as black as his scales?
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Tessith seems wise. What tribe does he come from?
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Oadir the Shadowcaster is half-a-deamon? I didn't think those beings could exist on our plane for very long. What holds him here?
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and Retzack a goblin necromancer? No, he is more of a re-animator, a creepy-crawly puppet master. I must study the brain-webs he has with them.

Runner uses a scrap of leather ripped from his driver clothes to wrap his hand and stop the bleeding.
He looks at Scarlet and tries to bolster his courage but the memory of his captivity and near death from the Void Vision still have him a bit jumpy and not thinking straight.
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"I guess we could take a look... uh... it was just a hallucination after all..
PROBABLY just some TUNNEL fumes SENT ME Trippin' haha.
C'mon, lets check it out."
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Runner presses the green button because... well... Scarlet said to.
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Using the move Daredevil to get +1 armor when I plow ahead without a plan.

"Kibra, Sees does NOT know where she is going and she definitely is not acting like herself right now.
Something is wrong; she should be chiding us and riding us and telling us how inadequate we all are.
I am worried that the stress of our protracted ordeal coupled with her recent separation from Tanard have caused her to regress or withdraw into herself.
Will you scout ahead down the straight center tunnel? We need to find a secure hideout. Something we can barricade, trap and defend."
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Now to have a look at what is troubling Sees... I hope my serendipitous trip into the Mental Realm has prepped me enough to try this...
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Smoog gently pushes a small bit of his consciousness out into the Mental Plane he had just traveled. Just enough to perceive the tubes he now knows connect every brain like an invisible spiders web.
He looks to see if any outside forces could be influencing Sees and her uncharacteristic behavior as of late...
Discern Realities about Sees with Logic: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 5) + 3 = 11
I realize any insight this move might provide will be player information not DM information so Bastian, fell free to share or hide as much as you think this deserves.

I just wanted to say thank you to all the new players.
I loved the original 8 we had and thought I had lucked out joining such an outstanding group of players (which they all we/are).
I was very sad when the 4 who left us disappeared but...
Wow! Thanks for stepping up and being awesome NEW players.
Your character interpretations are all so inspiring and I look forward to finding out what crazy-awesome story we create together.

After a brief moment of disorientation, Smoog peers out through the skull of the human guard.
Everything and everyone looks pale and transparent; moving in slow-motion.
He on the other hand, is a flickering blue flame floating on a sea of smoke and mist.
The Guard’s mind is here also, a blob of purple glowing energy, aware of Smoog’s intrusion into his Mindspace.
It bubbles and lurches toward him but Smoog’s sharp mind is nimble, even in this foreign environment.
Defy Danger Int: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 3 = 11
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Attempting to take control of this body would not be difficult but poses severe danger of becoming permanently entwined within.
He would sink into it like quicksand and not be able to extract himself easily.
That is a prospect Smoog is not willing to risk, so he concentrates on staying separate, staying whole.
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As the battle in the physical world rages around him, he can now see the pulsating pink tendrils that still leash his kobold mind to the guard’s mind, and thinner weaker ones still attached to the other guards he had targeted but did not influence.
They are loose, jelly-like ribbons bouncing and undulating even as they slowly shrink and wither.
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I need to get back to my own body quickly, before this tenuous connection frays into nothingness. But I need an energy source to jolt the line back to life enough for the transfer.
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At that moment, Smoog hears then sees the cascading ripples of Sees-Death’s Aid spell rushing toward him to fill the room.
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Well there is the wave. Now I just need something suitable to ride on.
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Coalescing his thought into a sharp spike, Smoog stabs at the guard’s mind and slices off a chunk of purple mind energy to use as a surfboard.
Hack and Slask with Int: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9
I am also hoping this affects the guard’s ability to function in the physical world by confusing or distracting him for a while.

"Aww, Briny Blisterfarts! What the Hells happened?"

The mayhem of melee momentarily mesmerize the Mechano-Wizard but after a few seconds of regaining his bearings, Smoog spies a close knot of soldiers edging towards the stage area.
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"Tackle the Dragonborn! Hold him down!", Smoog commands them thru a mind-spoken command.
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Mind Whispered Command...: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 3 = 5
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Smoog aims for the largest grouping of soldiers near the center of action and then readies his magno-gun for any opportune targets that present themselves.

After Runner sets a few triggers and traps in the electrical system of Brando so no one can just start 'er up and drive away, he follows after the cave hunters.
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"Meeks, Switchbalde, Grandview; we need a three-person rear guard.
I promise to bring you out somenthing cool if we find anything."
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tryin' out my old dusty Chopper move...
Pack Alpha move to get the 3 to stay with the bikes...: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3
O.K. well shoot?!?!?...

"Every time you tell it, Sees, we get more awesome and Thunk gets taller by inches," Smoog says with a friendly smile.

"Now though, let us look to the next step.
Our immediate future requires deliberate thought and careful consideration.
We have plots to weave, plans to hatch and foes to kill.
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I think we all agree that the Paladin is by far our most hated but strongest enemy and will take us a while to amass enough resources to prevail against him.
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Next, we have the Elf Wizard and Dwarf Barbarian.
Both Lords and high standing figures in their communities.
Their deaths will be huge news and raise the alarm of all others left alive.
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Therefore I suggest we concentrate on the Half-pint Druid and Faerie-Witch.
They seem more accessible and less insulated.
Their deaths can be cloaked with uncertainty as to how and who.
Let us go after them next before they are alerted to our hunt for them."

Smoog walks.
He walks and thinks.
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So much has happened yet so much stays the same.
Will I forever be the punching bag for others? the butt of their jokes?
I thought things would be different now, you know... better... a fresh start.
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Smoog slips back into his familiar coping mechanisms;
he retreats back into his agile mind, memorizing the number and location of clouds in the sky
(which somehow he has counted in a single glance),
rhyming words from A to Z and back again,
touching his thumbs to the tips of each finger three times;
yes, sets of threes always seemed to calm him down.
His head clears and the melancholy recedes.
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O.K. Smoog, snap out of this.
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He looks down at his gear, feels the embrace of metal and gears.
His hands reach up and feel the goggles that now seem such a natural part of his face he almost forgot they were there.
His metal tail, all the parts of his new self.
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NO, I am different. I am not the weak Smoog of before. I won't allow myself to be weak anymore.
Fssst said these things I found don't make me powerful.
Maybe he is right, Maybe they are unlocking power in me that I could not see before.
They are a part of me now and I a part of them.
Together we are better. Together we will be great.
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Smoog stands a little taller and picks up his pace.
He swings their path out away from the ravine to put the orcs on the other side out of sight before turning again to head straight for Estr.
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Trailblazing...: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1) + 1 = 8

I am fine with the tense bickering between Smoog and Sees.
They feel like they are the two "weakest" kobolds in traditional terms and are fighting each other to not be last.
Of course they are allot more powerful than they realize and might actually be fighting for leadership?
Sees has the added dimension of her sexual needs and motherhood issues that make her more volatile but Smoog has been picked on his entire life and just kind of lets it slide.
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Smoog wipes a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and considers once again whether the dirge has full control of her faculties?
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Ice madness... the same that holds Hegh... and any he anoints with his blood gift is susceptible.
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As his wings retreat back into his body, Smoog turns and heads southeast.

One of the coolest thing I have come to appreciate about these PbtA games is that you can just narrate the 'action movie' in your head and let the others who are more familiar with the game's nuts and bolts fill in the rest.

Honestly thinking I might drop out of this game. It's moving a lot faster than I can keep up with, and I still haven't completed my sheet.

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"Their campsite seems to be left unguarded.
Let's sweep thru and grab anything valuable on our way east."

Smoog tries out an idea that just sprang into his head.
Walking backwards, he aims his steamer at his footprints and tries to erase them with a jet of steam.
In this environment the vapor will probably evaporate quickly but he hopes the footprints will as well.
When Thunk rejoins them and they have made a new path, he can erase the path and Sees can jam the noses of the Warg trackers with rose or cinnamon from her perfume bottle.

Smoog grasps Sees idea immediately and starts piecing together the orc horn blasts into a pattern of pitch, rhythm, distance and duration.
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Discern Realities with Logic: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 = 12 to decipher the horn code
Aid Sees with knowledge: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 4) + 2 = 11 to add to her success when she does mimic their horn calls

Since group cohesion is a goal, would a combined trip from Walker's to Caves to Zoo and back be too much for a day's outing?
If Runner goes with the main group, his rig can host the big guns on the roof rack mount and carry Runner, Abbot and 2 other people.
I-94 east to explore the caves for a few hours and then south on 35E to the Zoo would keep them clear of the trouble around the airport and maybe make it back in time for Dust's Rave/Religion/Awesome party.

“Holy Wyvern Dung! Those are some heavy movers and shakers.
It seems that we are destined to go up against the mightiest this world has to offer;
kings and warlords; noble heads and self-made conquerors.
Tell me if my assessment is on track, Agatha,”
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“In order of perceived power, from lowest to highest...
there are Twinkletoes and the Druid.
Adventurers of stature; powerful but possibly not unreachable.”
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“It is a toss up between the Arch-Wizard Orien Greenwood and Lord Kronor.
Both are noble heads of powerful kingdom-states and will likely be insulated and surrounded by many loyal beings.”
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“And then Dragonshield greatest of all;
He commands thousands of troops, is apparently loved by all;
has alliances with the dwarven and elven kingdoms
and is renowned in prowess and the art of war.”
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Then out of earshot of Agatha, Smoog asks the others…
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”We not only need to get much stronger ourselves,
we need to form alliances of our own.
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How about we start with the Naga or the Kappa?
They are surely no friend to the smoothskins and at least
the Naga are deep dwellers like us, accustomed to the tunnels of the earth.
Does anyone have any ideas how we could contact the people of Nagaraja High-Priest Ketamenatat?”

"Violence? Yes! Violence is all we have ever known.
And besides, you never had any feelings to begin with let alone to be hurt.
So let's not pretend you are fooling anyone with your pity party.
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I knew you were never really helping us, ANY of us.
But just as carrying more rocks in one's backpack makes one stronger,
I used your minor hindrances to grow stronger still."
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Absorb Arcane Energy: 1 = 1 no roll needed for a +1 to Daily Charge Battery
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Then suddenly, the dragon pup's lightening arcs across the distance.
To the female kobold's surprise it is immediately absorbed by the artifact armor that surrounds the angry male kobold.
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"Fool, my equipment runs on ELECTRICITY!"
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Absorb Elecrtic Energy: 1 = 1 no roll needed for a +1 to Daily Charge Battery
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And with that the metal machine glows with pulsating energy and rockets into the air, trailing a ribbon of steam and music off towards the setting sun.
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The sound of fury....

Old, ruined temples like these attract adventuring parties looking for loot like flies to a carcass. It's a good idea to keep watch tonight if you're staying in the entryway of the temple.

Since you rolled a double 6 on your Spout Lore I'm going to give you some pertinent facts about this temple's construction - and then, I'll allow you to inject some worldbuilding of your own.

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This temple has been here for a very long time, so long that the city it used to belong to is all but vanished.

Smoog scans the temple structures and assesses their relative stability and soundness.
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Can we hold up in here for a while and recuperate, I wonder?
These walls and pillars seem somewhat sturdy.
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He also begins a thorough search of the immediate area, noting exits, room fixtures and workmanship.
Logically Discern Realities: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3) + 3 = 7
What should I be on the lookout for?
What here is useful or valuable to me?
What here is not what it appears to be?
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"I have heard of construction such as this.
Architecturally speaking I presume we can expect..."
Spout Lore on this temple complex...: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6) + 3 = 15
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As well as looking for anything of value...
Search for treasure... : 2d6 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10

"Well Beetle Barf! That did not work out."
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Smoog shimmies back out to the entrance room and looks down the other tube... pretty sure it holds the same inaccessibility.
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"I guess we have no recourse but to open that door. Flung, Hegh, can you pull it open by the pull ring?'

Smoog is taken aback by Hegh's request.
He had assumed he was a part of this team but now he felt Hegh was actually relying on him.
They all had come so far in such a short time...
Each in his own way had overcome so much.
Now a real test was before them.
The first of those personally responsible for their collective aching loss was about to meet his end.
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Smoog looked back at those following him...
Was he really leading them into this conflict?
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Hegh seemed crazy but was perhaps the most sane of them all.
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Thunk had been their newest ally but now seemed like their oldest friend.
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Fssst had revealed himself as both the solid rock of their clan and an ember ready to set off an explosive powderkeg.
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Grick was proving to be a loose cannon and would need to be aimed in the right direction.
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Pork seemed lost inside his inner turmoil. Can he rise in time?
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Sees-Death had taken the reigns of this group early and now showed the strain of her efforts.
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Flung where are you? You may be the only one who can bring us all together and now you are out there somewhere alone.
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Smoog swung back around to take the lead again. He meant to see them through to victory.
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"Gorlaug, light our way!"

Let me 'splain...no there is too much... let me sum up...
Enemy skeletons and zombies outside are all dead (again).
Pork has 5-6 under his control thru use of his new powers.
Flung is in the temple sneaking after the big eye.
Elf & Dwarf and their human men-at arms are waiting for us outside.
the rest of the Kobolds are all ready to enter the temple...
Oh, and Grick might have Zombie Fever.

Hello all,

It's your friendly neighborhood information gatherer. :)

I found Obsidian Portal that hosts gamer group wikis.

below is the link to ours and Mooshy added it just above the campaign info tab on our Paozo page.

https://gorlaugs_avengers.obsidianportal.com/wikis/main-page

I might need to invite you with an email address so you can add and edit.

I think I found out what shieldbearer looks like.
Shieldbearer..

We should make ready then. I doubt there is anything left for us here.

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A Short Treatise on Individual Kobold Nomenclature
or
How Smoog Got His Name

Smoog uses the hellhound collar and the birdcage he found to cobble together a 'seat' that Sees can use to ride on Hegh.
It will more or less let them move as one and she can use her feet to guide him around.
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Field expedient Jury-rig: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 5) + 2 = 9
=

Jury-Rig (INT)
When you quickly fix or create a device without proper supplies, tools, or time, roll +INT. On a 10+, it works just fine.
On a 7-9, choose one:
• It'll work, but only for one use or a short amount of time.
• You will need to cannibalize one of your gadgets.
• It needs some juice. Spend 1 Charge.
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since we have a little time can I work to get it perfect?

Seeing that his ad-hoc rhyme stylings are really demoralizing the Gripplings... Smoog lets loose with another...
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"If you bite off their heads
and you bite off their tails
and throw their skins away,
how on earth can anybody live
on a thousand worms a day?"

Smoog keeps taunting the slimy bog boogers...

"Nobody likes you,
Everybody hates you,
Why don't you go eat worms,

Up comes the first one,
Up comes the second one,
Now there's one crawling out your butt!"

Not a big deal but Smoog (not Flung) and Sees share Bolgir as an enemy from when he was a foreman of Smoog's tunnel team and they were digging waste removal tunnels that Scoops used. Smoog and Scoops met there and were both harassed and bullied by Bolgir. This is the basis for the bond we have with each other.