Big Bad Reta's page

Particularly pleased with Vorka's death, pleased enough to disregard the wounds Mogmurch's terrible aim had inflicted on her, she spends a few moments dancing about the woman's corpse, collecting the floppy hat and shoving it on her head over the veil she already wore. She was equally happy to lay claim to the scimitar, dropping her dogslicer for the fancy weapon. She had secret fireworks for chief, fancy knives, and many new doggie ears for her quiver. Surely she would be biggest hero of tribe now!

Gleefully she danced about the ship, snagging things here and there, namely the fan (to give to chief of course) and the hairpin that she snapped onto the edge of the hat.

Looting completed, at least from her perspective, she turned her attention to the chest and the fireworks. "Reta biggest and toughest! Obviously Reta carry fireworks back to chief!" Though perhaps she would share some of the load if they asked nicely. Perhaps.

TLDR: Reta takes Vorka's hat and scimitar, the ivory and gold fan, and the hairpin with pearl. She will also collect as many of the fireworks as she can carry and prepare to head back to the goblin camp when the rest are ready to depart.

I have been looking at the wrong mechanics for Fire Breath this whole time 8| I'm sorry!

Cackling madly as the frog suffered burns from her own breath and the way his skin cracked and bubbled under the heat. Oh how pleasant it was to see them squirm in pain! With the frog out of the way she turned on Vorka, shuffling down the stairs with a manic grin as she felt the last bubble of flame working it's way up her throat, to belch in the woman's face.

Move 25feet, if my math is right.
Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 1, 4) = 12

My apologies, Vorka moved farther than I thought

Well that was quite satisfying. What a good thing to remember that she had at the moment. Although the frog didn't seem to agree and unfortunately managed to get out of the way, at least a little bit. That made Reta frown.

Not that Reta's frown would last long before she could feel the potion bubbling up through her throat again, opening her mouth for a slightly less impressive, but equally firey, belch at the frog.

Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Oh right 8D

Pleased with her stabbing Reta was about to swing again when she vaguely remembered an addition to her pack before they left the camp. With a gleeful noise she reaches for her pack and pulls out the Dragon Gourd, gulping it down quickly.

Unsure if I can do this on this turn or not, if not consider the following my next turn.

For a second there was nothing, and then a great belch worked it's way up through Reta's throat and out of her mouth in the direction of the frog and his master. Only it was even better than just a good belch. It was a belch on fire.

Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 2, 5) = 9

No one saw that. If anyone did see that it would be in their best interest to pretend they didn't or Reta would make sure that they never saw anything again. Of course she still had a threat to make good on about measuring tongues, and now that the frog was slightly less on fire she jabbed at it again.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Well that was interesting, Reta squinted at Vorka and her toad for a long moment before readjusting her grip on the dogslicer as her expression returned to it's usual mad sadistic grin. "RETA SEE HOW LONG LONGTONGUE'S TONGUE REALLY IS. RETA CUT IT OUT TO MEASURE." She cackled noisily, moving quickly to the frog and lunging to skewer the beast on her blade.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Not the lunge mechanic, to be clear, just the general concept of shoving your blade into something.

Critical Confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

The second that Mog was out of the way, whether that was of his own volition or Reta getting to impatient and shoving him, she was stepping in front of the dog and swinging her dogslicer with wild abandon. Today was a good day, Reta got to smash many dogs, and Reta liked smashing many dogs, it was one of her favorite past times. This dog was even bigger, and that was very good as far as Reta was concerned.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"GET OUT WAY DUMB MOG. RETA SMASH DOGGY GOOD." She commanded the alchemist in general irritation, shuffling her feet and adjusting her grip on the dogslicer. Stupid Mog blockin' the door to the dog that she could be killing and then have even more ears for her quiver.

Off-turn free action, as I understand speaking to be.

Reta stared at the loot that she had found at the top of the crows nest, and then she glanced back down at her crew, and then she picked up the fireworks and shoved them into her pack while grinning secretively to herself. She would bring back extra fireworks for Chief, and then he would appreciate her efforts and she would be the biggest hero of the tribe, yes that sounded like an excellent idea to Reta. She was also happy to take a gulp of the grog and collect the Alchemist's fire before stringing the sling and bullets into her belt to scamper back down.

[ooc]Oops I always forget about take 10 take 20, I'll do the same on the way down if possible otherwise Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Hearing the barking Reta turned her attention in the direction of the sound before squeeling in delight. "GOOD DUMB MOG FIND RETA MORE DOGS TO KILL!" She pulled the dogslicer out with a sneer as she moved towards the sound.

Once Reta had finished her gruesome work of cutting off the dogs ears and affixing the gorey mess to her quiver she cackled gleefully to herself, dragging her dogslicer down the canine's corpse as she moved towards the mast.

Seeing Mogmurch heading for the stairs Reta scowled, she was not going to be outdone by the stupid old crazy goblin. "RETA GOES HIGHEST NOT DUMB MOG." She declared stubbornly, rushing for the mast to clamber up then, almost entirely forgetting why they were here.

Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

With a gleeful cackle Reta begins the dogslicer down one last time to sever the creatures head before sitting down on the deck then and there to go about slicing it's ears off, careful to leave them at least mostly in tact to add them to her collection.

"Reta chop and Reta bite !
Reta slay and Reta fight !
Reta stab and Reta smite !
Reta KILLS THE DOGGIES RIGHT"

She howled the last lyrics angrily as she hacked at the dogs skull.

hnnnng sorry doggy 8C

Reta growled and yelled general gibberish and slurred goblin as she charged up the stairs like an angry animal hunting it's prey, not particularly caring if she shoved any of her companions out of the way in the process. She was much more interested in slamming her dogslicer through the beasts neck.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

With a great big roar as close to the dog's face as she could get, Reta brought the blade up again with the hopes of slicing open the creatures belly, her yelling and screaming turning from words to indecipherable rage instead.

Intimidate to Demoralize: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Damage: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Whoops disregard that damage roll, not that I think it matters but...
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

It didn't take more than a split second for Reta to catch the scent of the dog, and immediately a familiar rage boiled inside her. "RETA." She drew her aptly named dog slicer again, "HATE." Her feet started moving, determined at first and then faster and more erratic as the anger grew, "DOGS!" She howled angrily into the air as she swung at the mangy beast.

Charge if possible, otherwise just move and attack.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"YEAH POOG, WASP NEST. POOG SHOULD KNOW BETTER, THAT WHY CHIEF SEND RETA." The female waved around her dogslicer below the pair before stuffing it back in her belt, she didn't want to be down here when Poog dropped the nest and be mistaken for the offender. She hadn't done nothing to no wasps and she was gonna keep it that way, tiny stingy things were no fun to smash.

Reta was reaching up the gangplank, she was headed up onto the ship and hunting for those fireworks. She bring them to Chief and he reward smart Reta and not dumb Poog or crazy Mog.

Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Unimpressed with the creatures disorganized flailing the Goblin woman shoved her dogslicer upwards towards the creatures belly while she had an opening. "HOW 'BOUT RETA DOES SMASHIN." She suggested with distinct sarcasm at the animals pathetic efforts.

Let's not talk about how she herself had missed her last swing, we don't talk about that sort of thing or Reta smash us good too.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

With a roar and a growl Reta ran at the horse, not particularly paying attention to if she happened to trip anyone else along the way as she whipped out the dogslicer and waved it threateningly at the horse. "RETA NO FEAR HOOFBEAST, RETA SMASH JUS' LIKE DOG." It was safe to say Reta just liked smashing in general as she swung at the beast with her blade.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Know:Nature: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Reta didn't know too much about the Spider beyond the fact that it had jumped out of a tree and challenged them. Reta did not like things that challenged her. With a flash she drew the Dogslicer and roared at the eightlegged wigglybeast, truly a terrifying roar from a terrifying Goblin, and charged at the beast.

I think I can take a charge action? If not let me know and I'll fix it.

Charge Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"RETA SMASH BIG SPIDER GOOD 'N DEAD!" She challenged, swinging the slicer and the shiny carapace of the spider.

"Reta scarier than big dumb Earbiter anyway. No need beat dumb thing." Reta grumbled under her breath as she brushed herself off and nursed her cuts, making angry faces at the inanimate object. "Reta bring big fire, what dumb earbiter do for tribe." With wounded pride the female fighter ended up drinking little before retreating to take out her aggression on various inanimate objects, a few poorly placed tribemembers, and nursing her wounded ears.

Reta only laughs as her fellow heroes lunge for the fireworks, "Reta brings back even bigger fires for Gutwad. She use big dumbs as labor."

Rolls for Reta for the dare, just in case;
EA: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
EA: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
EA: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
EA: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Reta bowed her big round head to Slorb as he handed her the goard. "RETA BREATH MUCH FIRE ON STUPID HUMANS. RETA BRING FIRE FOR CHIEF." She bowed reverently to the great Gutwad before tucking the elixir away and watching further dares, cackling maniacally as dumb Chuffy and dumber Poog struggled to eat slugs. Reta would eat slugs for snack but dumb Mogmurch was a slug hog.At least the next dare was much more exciting.

Assuming Reta is allowed to participate in the game, otherwise disregard.

Reta cackled manically as she followed the village in chasing after the two hiding Goblins. "NO ONE WORK WITH RETA IF SHE BETTER FINDER THAN THEY HIDER." She shouted into the swamp, hunting for her two supposed comrades.

Preception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

"What smart do for Gob. SMART NO GOOD UNLESS GOOD SMASH." Reta pushed by the squabbling Goblins to get to the cider first, "RETA SMASH MANY DOG, RETA MAKE CHIEF PROUDEST." Those other stupid Gobs were too scared of dogs to do anything about them, they wouldn't be anywhere without Big Brave Reta to smash all the stupid dogs. And just to prove how much bigger and stronger she was than any of them she took a big mug of apple cider and drained it down as fast as she could.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

And without so much as getting a little hazy before someone dared challenge Reta Bigbad, no one challenged Reta Bigbad and got away with it. "GO 'WAY STUPID MOG, RETA BEST NORD RIDER." She demanded when the older Goblin fell flat in the dirt. She would show Squeely Nord who was boss.

Ride1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Ride2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
Ride3: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

Reta stared. And Reta frowned. Reta was very good at staring and frowning you see, if you asked her she was the absolute best at staring and frowning. 'Cept maybe Chief, she hadn't tried staring and frowning at 'Chief, even to Reta Bigbad that didn’t seem like such a very good idea.

Reta we also very good at giving orders. "YOU GO 'WAY NOW." She shouted at the other Goblins, very displeased by the number of Goblins present. "YOU GO 'WAY OR RETA THUMP GOOD. RETA SPEAK CHIEF." Reta was very, very, good at thumping.

Do you want us to go ahead and post or should we wait for the rest to drop in?