Dystopian Reta's page

Thought I'd done this beforehand. Sorry about that.

I can't recall, was this one Core only? I'll put both numbers down in case not.

Core:
Kranzer Kraken-Mouth
234492-2
Grand Lodge

Standard:
Iqaal of Miusunnit
234492-3
Dark Archive

A deep growl grows in Reta's chest as she pitches forward, growling and gnashing her teeth at Vorka.

"Reta Bigbad, Licktoad Herooooooo!"

But she's in too much of a hurry and begins to lose grip on her sword somehow, altering her swing.

+1 dogslicer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
DMG (slashing, magic): 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Reta think about it if not eaten soon. Zarongel behind her, though. Chuffy almost as brave as Reta."

She slashes again at the toad.

+1 dogslicer, flanking: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 12
DMG (slashing, magic): 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Reta cackles while brandishing her dogslicer. She flies toward the giant toad, intending to end the creature quickly.

"Licktoads sing songs about us forever when we bring back Vorka's head!"

+1 dogslicer, charging: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26
DMG (slashing): 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Critical Confirm: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 27
critical DMG (slashing): 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

"Pain! More pain!Pain!"

+1 dogslicer, flanking: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 = 19
DMG (slashing): 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

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"Reta not lose minion!"

She steps in between Poog and Cuddles and delivers a slash.

+1 doglicer, flanking: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 = 15
DMG: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

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Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Reta snatches what her goblin mind finds most pleasing and makes her way over to the other set of rigging with Poog.

"Fun! And even more fun! Glasses of fire! This best day in history of goblins!"

Reta will take the sling and bullets (unless someone doesn't have a ranged weapon) and one desnan candle.

"Treehouse!" Reta yells.

She begins to head that way.

Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Once Poog is out of the way, Reta charges the dog, almost frothing at the mouth more than the slavering beasts.

"Pain!" she yells, "Pain! Pain!"

+1 dogslicer, charge, feat: dog-sniff-hate: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 26 Amazing.
Critical confirm: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
DMG (slashing, magic): 1d4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6
critical DMG: 1d4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 = 7

Reta keeps her sword out and follows behind Poog and whispers, "Sneak sneak, no sound."

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Reta starts to head up first, then Chuffy intervenes. She inspects her good sword while saying, "Good job Chuffy, me always knew you'd help out team, team I leading. We be goblin heroes."

Reta then crouches down and starts to sneak in ahead of the others.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Reta hurtles over the fence and runs right up to Stomp, slashing wildly at the demon horse.

"You fear Reta Bigbad!!"

+1 horse bane dogslicer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
DMG (slashing, magic): 1d4 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (4, 1) = 10

Getting over the stomach flu. Apologies for the delay.

Reta's eyes go wide at the sight of the monstrous creature. She runs over to the fence and attempts to hurdle over.

Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Reta spots the treasure as well and runs over and snatches up two of the vials at random and then takes the taffy into hands. She bites off an end and starts to chew.

"Reta find good stuff here."

Will take one of the potion of cure moderates and the potion of bull's strength.

”Ha! Chuffy be food if Reta not here!”

Reta charges the giant spider, sword out and flailing.

+1 dogslicer, charging: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 10
DMG: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6

Reta moves up to Lotslegs, cackling with combined fear and cruelty at being able to kill a living thing so soon after leaving. As she does so, she draws the dogslicer and then slashes it at the creature's body.

"Ha! Zarongel know Chuffy not mightiest, see!"

+1 dogslicer: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 1 = 23
DMG (slashing): 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6
Crit DMG: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4

Reta chuckles darkly. "We'll see how tough Chuffy is when LotsLegs snatches 'im up! Mogmurch and Poog do fire best, Mogmurch should get last candles."

She hands the paper candles to Mogmurch and marches out.

"Horse-chopping Reta's second favorite! First is longshanks! Chop them up, pile in a pit!"

Reta takes the weapon and slides it through a pair of holes in her clothing on her back, acting as a sheath.

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”Reta no big loser! Poog get bonked too many times in head, he think he’s Reta. Who Wouldn’t?!”

Reta runs off to find a good hiding spot, nestling in the gooey trunk of a rotting fallen tree.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

She hides so well she doesn't even bother to deal with the Rusty Earbiter.

"RETA NO WEENIE!"

She sits down and folds her legs and plops the bag in her lap and begins to shovel them into her mouth, but Reta can only get three in before the time limit.

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"RETA BEST AT RIDING, AT EVERYTHING!"

Ride: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Ride: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
Ride: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

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"EAT MAP? RETA EATS FACES. MAP MADE OF FACES? GOOD RETA EAT!"

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"TALK TALK AND NO BLOOD ON GROUND!"

Reta produces a wriggling caterpillar from her pouch and pops it into her mouth, chewing audibly. A line of green goo dribbles down the corner of her mouth.

While waiting, a large female goblin stands next to a tree stump idly slashing a dogslicer at a bewildered mouse, a toothy grin on her face at its obvious fear. The goblin is just about to cut the mouse in two when she notices the bush and the other goblin stepping from it.

"GOT MY OWN FROG, YES YES," she yells.

She produces her pet toad and dangles it in front of her for anyone to see the lucky array of warts across its back.

"RETA BIGBAD. HI!"