When he catches sight of the humans, Chugs creeps into the undergrowth to observe them more carefully.
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Chugs nods towards Brok. "Well then, lead the way, O great wild man."
Chugs watches the wolves flee with barely disguised disappointment. Well, there goes dinner. After a rather fitful night's sleep, Chugs furiously pores over his spellbook and rejoins the party. "I believe I must agree. As fun as a little detour might be, I'd rather get this over with."
Spells Prepared: 1st: Grease (DC 15), Magic Missile, Shield
0: Acid Splash, Detect Magic, Disrupt Undead
Chugs crouches behind Arlok and lets loose a Magic Missile at the wolf trying to gnaw on Brok.
"Oh, splendid! The pups have arrived. I was starting to get peckish." Chugs waves his hands in front of himself and casts Shield.
Chugs nods to the dwarf, and starts rubbing his ring. He then jabs his crooked fingernail into the dwarf's thigh, and lets magic run through it.
Sorry for the lack of posts, a storm happened and knocked out my internet.
Chugs bows deeply to the devil, then scurries out of the room as fast as he can without seeming rude. Oh dear gods I need a drink. He rushes back to the bar, and orders another cup of mead before joining the others. Chugs takes a deep drink before speaking to Razz. "I'm afraid, good sir, that I too come from a more southern location. This is the farthest North I've ever been." He then turns to the dwarf, and takes another swig of watery mead. "Well, I may not be able to do much of anything physical, but if things turn out well I may very well not have to. My specialties lie in magic, particularly of the defensive type, and I can ward myself and others from harm."
Chugs goes rigid at the sight of his new employer, but doesn't hesitate to speak up in a deferential tone. "If I may ask a quick question, Master Komm? Forgive my audacity, but I would like to know a bit more about any payment you may see fit to give us. Are we being compensated after we complete this task? I mean no disrespect, oh wisest of Masters, and I'm not asking for payment. I simply need to know in order to plan my personal budget for the next month or so." Chugs keeps his head bowed throughout. I can't believe I am actually trying to deal with a devil here! he thinks. Please, any god or god-like being that is listening, have mercy on me!
Chugs looks around at all the other patrons before turning back to the kobold. Oh, lovely, he thinks. I just got here and there's already discontent! "Ahem! As I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted, I received his summons from a carrier imp. I was led to believe that he was answering one of the ads I put around town, but the...rather ominous devilspeak peppered with his name suggests otherwise. I take it he is, in fact, not just some random guy in need of the service of a wizard?"
An ugly, morbidly obese goblin makes his way through the tavern and up to the bartender. He carries a thick book under his arm, poorly attempting to hide it under a ratty patchwork cloak while keeping the bits of sharp rock and metal protruding from his shirt from scraping the cover. "Pardon me, good bartender! Would you be so kind as to fetch me a small cup of mead? A bit of bread would be as fantastic as well," the goblin says in a strangely deep voice. The bartender gives him an unpleasant look as he shoves a small glass of watery liquor into his hands. "Thank you very much, friend!" he says as he walks calmly away. "Damnable barkeep, giving me swill from the bottom of the barrel! Why, I never..." The goblin looks around, scanning for his potential employer. Let's see here...some ruffians, a lizard, and another goblin. Swell. Might as well try my luck with the lizard. The goblin downs the glass of mead in one gulp and sets the cup on the nearest empty table, then waddles over to the blue kobold. "Excuse me, er, madam?" At least I think it's a "madam." Kind of a shot in the dark, really. "I'm looking for someone who calls themselves-" The goblin quickly looks at his free hand to check the smudged writing on his palm. "-er, 'Komm.' You wouldn't happen to know this fellow, would you?"'
Well, looks like I'm a bit late to the "what can you do" party. Chugs is mostly support, although I made sure to give him at least one or two damaging spells. Protective Ward and Grease will help a fair bit for now, and as he levels I'm going to give him more of the standard useful wizard spells. At level 6 I'm going to go into Bloatmage, so I'll be able to churn out a whole lot of spells per day.
Here and very interested! Thank you for choosing me.
No matter who gets picked, this is gonna be good. Good luck to everyone!
Meet Chugs, goblin wizard and professional hedonist! I'd like to eventually go bloatmage, if you're okay with that. |