"Yes Prox, that's the spirit! kill, kill, KILL, " The sound of a dozen goblins chanting is amplified by my magic, and the valley echoes with murderous voices.
I then charge after Prox, eager for mayhem.
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"No half measures, Chief!"
Did the meter on my hammer change after the tower incident? Still curious as to the purpose of the button. Has Squick dropped out? I have a bond with him, but I didn't think he's posted since the fight with the dogs.
What's starting to worry me is all this bizarre goblin logic is making sense. I think we've gone full goblin.
I stretch out the next morning and wiggle out of my sheep carcass. Hmm, Blibby need more arrers. I set out with Sickfinder to bully a few of the smaller goblins into giving me some arrows in exchange for the coins I found. One of them has also found a rusty chain hauberk, which I claim for the Cheef's Warband, in exchange for a handful of humie-monies.
Excellent. Now Blibby not die so much! Also, if Squick has dropped out as well, I manage to level again :D
Blibby have questions. Froggy have answers?
One more thing, can I officially make Sickfinder a hireling? If so, I propose Loyalty +1, Protector 3, Warrior 1, Cost <whatever Froggy wants>.
My stirring account of our glorious battles inspires some of the tribe. Naively thinking that life with us is less dangerous than staying with the tribe, nine of the more foolhardy start following me around, eagerly chatting with my remaining minions. I hop off the table and head into the warrens. Curling up on a dead sheep, I rest my aching head and nod off to sleep.
Did we actually level from Froggy's New Year's drunken revelry, or did we just get a bonus move? New bonds:
Whatever happened to Squick?
"We did! The elfishes are slain, their tower in ruins, and we brought some elf-sticks to feast upon!" I leap onto the table and regale the goblin masses of our toppling of the pitiful drowowow building. "We pushed, we shouted, we hammered!
There was a great tower, standing in the night.
"Bring it down!" Went out the cry,
A hammer blow to the wall,
There was a great tower, fallen in the night.
I certainly fulfilled my alignment. Spur others into decisive, unplanned action? Check. I believe my bond with Haluk is close to changing, 'Haluk does not trust me, with good reason.' Your opinion, Haluk? We got significant treasure, defeated a significant foe, and learned something. 5 xp, with one more possible from Haluk. I almost leveled twice! Any word on Multiclass Dabbling into Battlemaster?
"Ooh, ooh! Blibberblab sing songs of victory! Makes gobbys march better." I round up my entourage and put them in the classic goblin formation, a disorganized mess. Clearing my throat, I get ready to head back home once Retzack's done being Retzack. The marching chant continues in the same vein, gleefully repeated by my minions.
I stagger to my feet and stretch. "What's with the wheel?"
Once again at Death's door.
I pop my head out of the debris and hop onto a large chunk. "Success! We have destroyed the stinky tower!" I gesture towards the original location of the structure where the drow guards lie. "Minions, start putting heads on pikes! Sickfinder, keep watch. Blibby needs a nap." I flop backwards off the stone into a pile of dust and begin snoring.
"Blibby want off, off, off! Sickfinder, help Blibby!" I scream in frustration. I continue smashing the walls of the tower with my crazy hammer, desperately trying to escape the fate when the tower stops rolling.
"Ouch, Sickfinder, stop! Blibby nice! Bli-" The rest of my words are cut off as the tower begins rolling. "Not good! Bad tower!"
I gasp in shock as Retzack's dabbling with things-gobblins-have-every-right-to-control-cause-gobbos-is-da-best goes haywire and the goblin mutant collapses. "Oh no, gobby! Go away tongues, shoo!" I slip past the tarmogoyf's drooling maw by firing a few darts into the nearest tongues and rush to the fallen goblin. "Blibby help, Blibby fix. Listen! Blibby serve Squid-head, who is greater than death, and his goblin avatar Meatsnacks. Squid-head would probably think you were cool looking. Meatsnacks would too. He sent us here to kill spider-elfs. One time Meatsnacks got bit by a spider and was really sick, but he ate a couple runts, puked them back up and felt fine. He got crushed by a giant too, but nothing stops Da Cheef. And nothing stops his warbands, neither. Get up, gobbo of Blibberblab, Meatsnacks, and Squid-head. There's still shinies to take and ankles to bite!" The deformed goblin opens his, uh, eyes/mouths/I-don't-know-whats/OK-I'm looking-away-now and staggers to his, tentacles, I guess. "Cool! Blibby gonna call you, hmm, Sickfinder!"
Is this a rhetorical question or a joke?
Careful, Froggy. I have a drider playbook, and what's more mayhem than a half-goblin, half-spider?
Skirmisher looks pretty cool, where's it from?
"Retzack's not the only gobby-gob who knows scary words! Blibby is smart too, ugly-beast! Dhaquachaug!"
The air twists subtly as I shout the unpronounceable word, and the accidently summoned beast recoils in pain as its mind fails to cope with the very existence of such a sound. "Ha, can't touch this!" I laugh at the tarmogoyf. "Oh yeah, stop! Hammer time!" Sadly I'm in no shape to be swinging things around in my current condition, and I spin around a bit like a top.
"Freedom for the gobbies! Death to the darky-elves! All hail " My minions hoot and holler as I shoot all the sacs! I yell commands in Goblin as the monstrous things tumble out.
Arcane Art to blast their minds free of any drowy magics!
"Dumb elf stuff, try guh-nome teknologee!" I shout in frustration at the tough, rubbery sac. Wrist-bow!
"You mean like you aren't a goblin, you big crystally lug? We gotta get them out of those sacs!" I shout, then start gnawing on the sac in front of me to free the gobbo. "Don't worry, uglies! Blibby and Squid-head will help!"
Has the meter on my hammer changed at all?
"WAAAAAGH! I shout as I bring my hammer down on the doorknob!
The door splinters around the latch, then collapses into the next room, with me standing on it!
"Alright chummies, what comes after breaking?" My followers answer in unison, "TAKING!"
My little group surges into the still unstable wreckage, looking for anything shiny or wearable. I retrieve my hammer and follow them in, ready to take anything interesting from them.
After the exertion of toppling the edifice, I drop the hammer and sit on one of the fallen stones to catch my breath, still affected by the wight's curse. Once the dust settles, I raise my arm and fire at the spider skittering around Haluk. Volley A few darts pierce the dust cloud and find their target in the giant spider. (-1 ammo) Damage
I squeal in joy as the hammer cracks the wall of the tower with a resounding, bassy thump.
Still fixated on the goal of destroying the under-elfies tower, I wind up and swing again!
Ignoring Groonk and the bizarre ooze that has appeared, I swing my strange hammer into the tower's side; shouting with goblin fury at the tricksy elvesy building.
You get paternity leave? Man, I'm jelly.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Two 7-9 results might give me a bad day, unfortunately. I'm going to pay for encouraging Groonk to knock over this tower, I'm sure.
"Groonk, let the power of Squid-head flow into you, and bring the foul building of the deep-elves down!" Arcane Art (Groonk, The next time someone successfully assists the target with aid, they get +2 instead of +1) I begin chanting and clapping and jumping in a steady rhythm, my followers joining in. The combined beat of me and my goblins echoes off the stone of the tower. "Push, Groonk! Push, Groonk! Push, Groonk!"
Aid Groonk in Juggernaut
"Good, Groonk!"
Hack and Slash
And it isn't there… hmm. Now it is. As for what it does,
The Battle master. Should be in this drive folder under Battlemaster-etc.pdf
So I was thinking of taking the Multiclass Dabbler move to get the Battlemaster's Gambit move.
I turn to the rotten-bones and shout a phrase that darkens the sky and chills the air, "Legnoai-bbhaa!" Metal Hurlant
Wrist bow!
Volley
I scurry onto the beetle's horn and await the emergence of the warband at the gates of the tower.
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