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Pouring out a measure of undrinkable goblin ale for the adventure, complete with chewy unidentifiable bits.

I'll get back to you with whichever character to apply the credit to.

Is Reta not using her +1 flaming dogslicer?

I'm going to assume that over the five thousand years (the esoteric science of chronology is hard) between then and now, Mogmurch will have had time to re-up his reserve of fun toys back to his listed inventory.

I am also in favor of being goblins some more.

In related news, credit this one to my as-yet-unnamed 15633-16.

To all: I'm very sorry I've been incommunicado during Origins. I forgot my computer, and my phone has issues with the Internet in general. We now return to our regularly scheduled Mogmurchery.

Ah. I forgot about the size modifier. The tanglefoot bag attack should've been just a nudge higher, then, but I doubt it makes any difference.

It appears that Mogmurch's attack modifiers are one higher than they should be. Am I missing something? He doesn't have a BAB yet.

"Safest, easiest way possible that doesn't hurt allies?" What are we, ungoblins?

Mogmurch furrows his brow rather surreptitiously, under his mask. We might not have much of a choice in the matter, he thinks. If we stumble right into Vorka's domain, we may have the element of surprise, but all other advantages are hers, possibly including guards, traps, or escape routes. Traditional goblin siege tactics (id est, charge straight in and burn and chop anything in the way) may prove insufficient. It also does not bode well that Vorka may be able to captain ships on land. A diplomatic approach may be in order, but Vorka apparently already has all the fireworks she could want. We could trade her some food for them, but then again, she's a notorious cannibal. This is a delicate matter and calls for care and cunning on my part...

Mogmurch tucks the map between the pages of his formula book (dotting it with traces of crushed berries and insects). With a confident nod, he proclaims, "Mogmurch know way! We go bonfiring now! Get fat and succolent and tender for journey!"

Nailed it.

I'd prefer to play Chuffy or Mogmurch, but any of these demented little creeps would be fine by me.

As an alternative character idea, I present Athriel, an aasimar oracle of waves with a horrible tendency to chatter in Infernal when under stress. He had taken shelter from otherwise judgmental Chelaxians in an old lighthouse, from which he could peacefully watch the seas, but a building committee from a nearby town sent representatives to remove him, as they'd rather have a functional lighthouse, and had already chosen a keeper. Dismayed, Athriel ventured out into the city, picking up odd jobs to support himself and desperately hoping he could find some opportunity to travel the seas.

Presented for your consideration: Cavoresh, a CN tiefling alchemist. Abandoned at birth by an ashamed and superstitious mother, Cavoresh grew up in an orphanage before becoming an apprentice to a perfumier. Unfortunately, his experiments with various chemicals caused a massive fire, and he was dismissed from service, despite his talent. He has since fallen through the cracks of society, picking up odd jobs just to survive from day to day. If there's some opportunity to see the world, he'd jump at the chance.