Male Goblin Sorcerer 1 | hp 8/8 | AC 14, t 14, ff 11 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +3 | darkvision 60 ft.; Perc -1
"Na. Drubbus is smart gobbo, and Drubbus is strong gobbo, but not that strong. At least not now. I havs not good breakfast. Don feel good. We should burn ship. Makes better boom. We could get chief back here, and he can watch ship burn! Then he be happy!"
Male Goblin Sorcerer 1 | hp 8/8 | AC 14, t 14, ff 11 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +3 | darkvision 60 ft.; Perc -1
Apologies for the slowness.
Burning Hands: Burning Hands
School evocation [fire]; Level sorcerer/wizard 1 Casting Time 1 standard action Components V, S Range 15 ft. Area cone-shaped burst Duration instantaneous Saving Throw Reflex half; Spell Resistance yes A cone of searing flame shoots from your fingertips. Any creature in the area of the flames takes 1d4 points of fire damage per caster level (maximum 5d4). Flammable materials burn if the flames touch them. A character can extinguish burning items as a full-round action.
Male Goblin Sorcerer 1 | hp 8/8 | AC 14, t 14, ff 11 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +3 | darkvision 60 ft.; Perc -1
Drubbus staggers into view. "Can I goes on Squealy too?" Regardless of the answer, he attempts to ride the pig. Ride: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
He fails to ride the pig, and flies off, landing right in the mud. He gets up, spluttering. "Stoopid Squealy! You is not nice!" He says, spitting a glob of fire in front of the pig. The fire flashes as he attempts to get his revenge. Casting Flare. DC 12 saving throw.
Male Goblin Sorcerer 1 | hp 8/8 | AC 14, t 14, ff 11 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +3 | darkvision 60 ft.; Perc -1
Rolls:
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 Drubbus manages to get through the rusty earbiter. "Drubbus is bestest gobbo ever!"
Male Goblin Sorcerer 1 | hp 8/8 | AC 14, t 14, ff 11 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +3 | darkvision 60 ft.; Perc -1
Drubbus, now quite drunk, begins to chase after Offenclopf. Every so often, he tries to aim a flare at the pyromaniac, but always misses, due to his eyes being slightly blurred. "S-s-stu-upid Off-ff-e... Off... Stupid Off! I is-is on-nly fire go-obbo here! Me bur-ur-urn you!"
Male Goblin Sorcerer 1 | hp 8/8 | AC 14, t 14, ff 11 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +3 | darkvision 60 ft.; Perc -1
Knowledge (Local): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
Drubbus quickly down several ciders, as many as he can get his hands on.
Drubbus manages to down 3 ciders before someone notices. Then he continues to try to mooch them out of any other goblins.
Male Goblin Sorcerer 1 | hp 8/8 | AC 14, t 14, ff 11 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +3 | darkvision 60 ft.; Perc -1
"I ken try being good, but no promises! I'm red, the color of fire! Fire is not always nice." Then, he turns to the chief. "Gutwad! Hello! You need burn stuff? Me and Offenclopf can does it for you!"
Male Goblin Sorcerer 1 | hp 8/8 | AC 14, t 14, ff 11 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +3 | darkvision 60 ft.; Perc -1
"Drubbus fire too! See?" The little goblin spits a glob of mucus onto the ground in between everyone, and it suddenly sparks, creating a brief flare of fire. "Gets that from me dad! He be Zarongel."
Male Goblin Sorcerer 1 | hp 8/8 | AC 14, t 14, ff 11 | Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +3 | darkvision 60 ft.; Perc -1
The wild, red haired little goblin, known grudgingly by the other goblins as 'Drubbus,' stands smack in the middle of the room, looking around in wonder at everything around him. "Hey, gobbo in dark! Can you do fire-making too?" Must be trick. He can-no be Zarogel kid too! Drubbus was only one. But he use fire. And really good! Maybe he Drubbus cousin. The goblin, satisfied with his nonsensical answer, waits for a response. |