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"Die, die, DIE! You stupid froggy!" Chuffy screams as he takes another swing at Lord Longtongue.

Dogslicer Attack, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8
Damage, Sneak Attack: 1d4 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) - 1 + (4) = 6

Chuffy, realizing he's still holding his dogslicer, ignores the burning desnan candle in his hand and instead swipes the blade at the large amphibian.

Attack, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 = 17
Damage, SA: 1d4 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) - 1 + (5) = 5

Chuffy aims the desnan candle at Lord Longtongue.

Ranged Touch, Non-Prof.: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 5 - 4 = 8

One NL damage. One fire damage if it hits.

Chuffy pulls out and lights his desnan candle, aiming it at the rat swarm.

Ranged Touch, Non-proficiency: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 4 = 15

1 point of non-lethal. 1 point of fire damage if it hits.

Chuffy spots an opportunity to attack the giant frog and takes a careful step to the southwest. (5-foot step)

Chuffy then swings the dogslicer at the frog and cries out to the others. "Flanky-flank this thing with me! Somebody!"

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

Confirm?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Chuffy charges the goblin with the strangely wide mouth.

"You won't eat my eyeballs, you crazy weirdo!"

Charge Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 = 24
Damage, Sneak Attack: 1d4 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) - 1 + (6) = 8

I'm sorry.

Chuffy rushes to Poog's aid. Waiting for the dog to come down and attack. "Kill the doggies!"

Move to the square just south of the ladder, readying an action to attack the dog when it is adjacent to Chuffy.

Readied Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

"Right, right Poog the Leader!" Chuffy cries out as he rushes towards the dog.

Double move around the south side of the boat.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Chuffy dives and is just able to catch the mudball. She looks at it and decides to set it down on the ground.

"No need for mudball when I's got a dogslicer! What sort of weapon is mudball anyway? Maybe for little goblies..."

Chuffy watches everyone else climb up and exclaims, "Chuffy going to catch up to you guys!" He rushes to scramble up the vines.

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

The goblin gets a couple feet off the ground before losing his footing and stumbling down. "Ow! Wait, I'll make it up!"

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

And the second time proves to be the charm for little Chuffy. Once up, he draws his dogslicer again.

"FIREWORKS!!!" Chuffy screams in anticipation. As he follows along, Chuffy can't help but swing his dogslicer in the air and giggle incessantly.

Chuffy circles around and ends up next to Reta. He takes a stab at the horse.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Chuffy puts his ear to the ground.

"Hmm, sounds like horsies too. Horsies are worse than dogs."

"Mmm...candy is good!" Chuffy rubs his belly, "Reta, your gut still hurt? Try candy - it might help!"

"Oooh! Candy!" Chuffy reaches out immediately for a piece of the licorice taffy.

"You can have the shooty-shooty, Mogmurch. I don't want it."

"Maybe we gets to kill baby manylegs!? Big Chief will be very very very very pleased with us!"

"Where does map say to go next?"

Oh man, Mogmurch. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope everything works out okay - but I know that dealing with insurance is the pits.

"Hahaha! Manylegs is dead! We's the best manylegs killers EVER!"

Chuffy jumps up and down repeated slashing his dogslicer in the air.

Chuffy huffs at missing the spider, "Stupid manylegs! You die now!" The goblin takes another careful step to put himself in flanking position with Reta. (Diagonal down and to the left)

Dogslicer Attack, Flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26
Damage, Sneak Attack: 1d4 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) - 1 + (2) = 5

Crit Confirm?: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 2 = 25
Crit Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Chuffy declares excitedly, "Stabby-stabby on the manylegs!" He takes a careful step to the left. "Reta, you tries and flanks the manylegs with Chuffy!"

Chuffy stabs at the spider.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

GM, do you mind folks posting out of initiative order (as long as we don't jump rounds)? Most GMs I've played with on the boards don't mind, but some of them do. Just thought I'd check.

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"Oooh ooh! I can has a Desnan Candle, yes?" Chuffy bounces from his left foot and right foot in excitement.

Chuffy claps his hands together and stretches, trying to limber up before facing the deathtrap. "You all watch as Chuffy does the not possible!"

He jumps in and starts wiggling his way through the contraption.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
Chuffy gets a bit stuck, but avoids slicing himself.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
Boy, he really gets stuck, but manages to avoid cutting himself again.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1
...and again.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
He finally moves forward!

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
"Ha-ha! This so easy!"

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Chuffy finally wiggles out the far end of the deadly contraption. Despite getting stuck early on, he has managed to crawl his way through completely unscathed.

"Chuffy shows the Earbiter who is the boss! Well, except for the Chief... he the real boss."

Chuffy swallows the last handful of snails and looks up. I suppose I'll participate in The Rusty Earbiter I suppose.

"Ha-ha! You others is nuttin' but weaklings! I will take on The Rusty Earbiter!"

"Oooh! Snailses!" Chuffy squeals with delight as he grabs a handful of snails and begins sucking them out of their shells. "Mmm, I love snailses!"

Chuffy spends the whole dinner eating only snails. Occasionally letting out a loud belch to voice his appreciation. He spies the cider.

"Who wanna make bet I can drink more ciders than any of you smelly lot?" Chuffy asks the others before he drinks a mugful of the stuff.

Chuffy's eyes dart back and forth from Poog to Mogmurch. He considers the possibilities. Hmm, it seems that our little band may have already reached an impasse. While I do not care one whit who is the leader, I do prefer to stay alive. Therefore, I must surmise that it is in my best interest of self-preservation to align myself with the cleric Poog. It is indubitably the correct choice.

"Poog is leader! Magic stick of Not Be Dead will keep Chuffy alive for stabby-stabbies!"

Chuffy follows Mogmurch while gleefully singing to himself, "We gots a map! We gots a map! WE GOTS A MAAAAAAAAP!"

He peers over Mogmurch's shoulder to try and read the map.

Chuffy knows common - is there any writing on the map that he would recognize?

Chuffy sits down in a chair and leans back. With the pinky of his left hand, he digs in his ear for a few minutes. He removes the pinky and examines it. Then he sniffs and licks whatever was on his pinky.

After a moment, his face scrunches up and he yells, "Bleccchhh!"

"That not taste as good as it smell," with a shrug of his shoulders.