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Chronicle looks good on my end. Thanks GM and to the players for a fun scenario!

Yes, goblins can have a lot of fun.

Flikk looks up from his pile of loot "So we get to keep this stuff for good measure right? No better way to keep it safe than in our hands and pockets?" He smiles, doing his best to look cute, stable, and trustworthy.

Deception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Don't look like you're going to test flammability on things.. don't.. don't... doh.

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Flikk treats Glovely and Biglock to a long sailing tour of the island, doing his best pirate impression along the way. "And this spot here is where many pirate ships lay sunk, imagine the treasures!" Lucky for him Biglock is a good tipper.

Sailing Lore, Field Commissioned 8 days DC14: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 4 Silver
Sailing Lore, Field Commissioned 4 days DC14: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 8 Silver

Flikk cheers as the longshanks topple the giant smelly animal "I knew you tall ones would come in handy, not just for the high shelves either." He helps Toasty! up onto his feet "You need help with that staff? It makes nice fire, I'm jealous!" He reaches for the pickle jar and takes a swig as the big bosses come storming in.

"You're all too late, the fun's been all had by us!" He turns and starts rummaging through the loot while they figure out just what happened.

Retch: Fort DC16 vs Sickened: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Flikk shakes his head as the stinky spray comes in, followed by a forced sneeze to clear his nose "AWWWCCHEEEWWYY!" Snot flies out, and with it the cloying skunk stink.

"Hey witch lady with all the rhymes.. do you burn?!?" He giggles, a bit unnervingly before tossing a bottle of acid at her.

Intimidate vs Aslynn: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Quick bomber: Lesser Acid Flask: Persistent d6, Splash 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 231d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Wow, look at the size of that... thing! I must admit, I taught chemistry, not biology my students." Flikk attempts to drop a pair of bombs quickly down on the ass end of the large creature. Ignores splash off the main target.

Lesser Acid Flask: Persistent d6, Splash 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 141d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Lesser Blight Bomb (Poison): Persistent d4, Splash 1: 1d20 + 7 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 5 = 131d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

His aim is poor to say the least.

Flikk pulls a finger out of his nose, looking up at the swearing "What's going on? And what's that smell?" He smells his finger "Smells like booger and lightning.. and something else?"

"Alchemy stuff over in 3b? Don't mind if I do!" Flikk takes the opportunity to hustle up some more potions or bombs maybe with Toasty!

Crafting, Glovely Boost: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 = 25

Nothing useful for Dolmandir :'(

Ya, not the best for a crossbow gunslinger. Maybe that brooch will help just in case with your low HP and being ranged?

Thanks Toasty!

Flikk has HORRID will saves, so the key would be pretty useful to him. He's also got intimidate as a trained skill (demon mask).

Doesn't use bows, or medium armor, or scrolls, or axes. One of the daggers would be a decent fall back option for a magic weapon if he runs out of bombs.

"Wow. We should really put all these items to use.. somehow." He looks at the breastplate and battle axe, unfamiliar with their use.

"Pickle slicer is simple enough though, too bad we didn't find a giant crate of alchemist fires!" He sort of points that question towards Mr Glovely, just in case.

Lots of magic items, not sure how many a lot of us can actually put to use? That armor is pretty sweet for someone, at least two striking weapons. Let's put a list together in the discussion tab maybe?

"A magical dagger from the Jistka Imperium, impressive!" Flikk takes the dagger and key, pondering them. "Daggers can help make pickles, sliced pickles are very handy for some situations." They add, not looking up from the 'pickle slicer'.

Some terms keep floating through Flikk's head, bouncing about and hoping to gain some pertinent purchase there: Onyx Alliance and Jistka Imperium. Recall anything on those?

Rain finally interrupts his thought process, mentioning something about 'plan'. "Oh, destroy something? You've come to the right goblin! I can destroy nearly ANYTHING! This one time I destroyed an entire sailing ship that wouldn't get out of my way at the mouth of the harbor." He makes a grandiose hand display of an explosion followed by the sounds of rushing water.

"Gather up as many big bombs as we can find and I'll blast that mind fragment all the way back to the Shackles!"

Good luck!

Flikk happily shakes hands with the Lovely Mr Glovely "Hello, I'm Flikk, good to meet you." He responds, both to the glove and to the toothy chest before him.

Recall knowledge on what a mimic is so I know just how much Flikk knows about such creatures!

"These are my fellow Pathfinder friends." He points to each, introducing them one after another, leaving Rain for last "Oh, where's Rain? Rain are you ok?" He looks slightly concerned, but quickly loses interest and gets back to the chest and gloves.

"Nice bling you've got there.." Flikk leans in a bit, eyeing the shiny silver chain. "How did you end up here? Was it the hag?" He rattles off a few questions, he has a very eager mind to satisfy.

Flikk breathes a heavy sigh of relief as the bombs, arrows, and blast of water destroys the rodent of unusual size "Thank you my students!" He draws out and drinks a minor elixir of life, removing his wounds.

Elixir: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Afterwards he squeezes around the back to investigate these ghostly blue hands. Recall Knowledge if trained.

"Buried under these boxes you say." He rubs his hand together and decides nothing can go wrong by helping. "Lend some hands everyone, probably some more interesting treasure down there!" He leans the +1 battle axe up against a crate and starts.

"We best keep moving Loko, that rat has enormous teeth zapping with electricity!" Flikk takes off down the stairs, stopping at the landing to toss up another bomb, this time one of bubbling green acid.

Lesser Acid Flask: Persistent d6, Splash 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 201d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Let's see how long it burns... hopefully not TOO long." He continues racing down the stairs.

Stride, Strike, Stride

"It looks like we've changed games, or at least are incorporating in a new one Loko. Does it Burn? meets Tag you're it!" He rushes back towards the large red rat and tosses another bottle of fire before rushing back near his previous position.

Lesser Alchemist's Fire: Persistent 2, Splash 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 171d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

A bit out of breath he gives Loko an elbow "Your turn my friend!"

Stride, Quick Bomber (My last alchemist fire), Stride

Will Save DC17 for Half: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22 So 4 damage taken.

Flikk clutches his brain as the hag batters his head with weird power "Stop that, that's my money maker!"

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"Do you hear that chittering Loko?" Flikk heads to the railing to take a look "Oh, that's a rodent of unusual size.. but does it burn?" He grins, takes out a vial of swirling flame and tosses it at the overgrown rat.

Lesser Alchemist's Fire: Persistent 2, Splash 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

The vial hits it squarely "Let's warn the others, maybe they can help!" He heads off to the north to find the others, still toting the battle axe in one hand, waving Loko to follow. "Oh wow, there's lots more rats up there.. little ones."

Stride towards Red, Strike Red, Stride away to North

Perception DC15: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Flikk, notorious for his lack of awareness (just ask the kids in his classrooms..) spins around as the sound of the voice comes from all around them, as if from a talented ventriloquist. "You guys hear that?"

Can't make anything worse can it? He IS a goblin... a walking, talking distraction...

"Have you ever heard of a game called: 'Does it burn?'" He grins, cracking his knuckles and inviting the others to get in on the game show, educational lesson, and amazingly fun time.

"Gather round everyone, and bring that coffee mug you're pointing at Chupko!"

Academia Lore: Teacher Background Woot!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

"Woah, check out this axe.. very powerful, very sharp.. very... unwieldy." He swings it around a bit, unsure just how to use such a weapon. "Maybe someone else can use it better? Or we can at least use it to cut firewood?"

"So much blood, its hard to see here." He tears off a bit of Lokoloko's tunic and wipes some of it up before doing more searching.

"You're taller, you search high, I'll search low." He waves for a pickle before starting work.

Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

"Oh much better. They keep the good stuff down low, must be shorties like us."

Lokoloko heads over to Flikk and attempts to patch up his fellow goblin.

That's the first time I've ever gotten a result like that!!

Panicked at the bleeding, Lokoloko grabs one of Rain's potions and just pours it down Flikk's mouth.

"Sure you can do some surgery, I trust you with that sharp knife, but let's do it in the weapons room so I can look around while you work!" Flikk isn't one to hold still while Lokoloko works and before long he looks down at a rapidly growing pool of blood "Surgery is bloody.. and I don't really feel much better.. a bit woozy actually.." He quickly perks up though from that potion and gets back to hunting powerful weapons!

Area 6: Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

I dragged Lokoloko with me to area 6. Flikk will also claim one of those good potions from Rain!

"Horus, no!!" Raj cries, seeing his faithful companion skewered.

The creature is approaching. The ranger looks around him, for a way to get some distance to the enemy. "Flikk! Please take care of my bird!"he shouts. "...and Dolmandir..." he adds, and jumps down from the ledge.

Don't longshanks know goblins eat birds? Hrm, I wonder if this falls under the Pathfinder Society rules?

Flikk hustles as fast as he can towards the fallen Elf and bird "Flikk is coming as fast as he can!"

Triple stride.

Flikk's eyes light up, clearly impressed with the fire skills of his fellow goblins "We better go help the others, I think I heard a scream and a thud." He takes off to the north.

Triple stride towards the fallen and Raj.

Yes if it's not going to KO me, also I've got Cold/Elec/Fire Resist 1 so those are good choices to splash me with!

Flikk hoots and hollers in triumph to the others "THEY BURN! WOOO!". His fingers tickle the remaining alchemist fires with anticipation.

Flikk will use the following boon reaction if triggered in this fight... because, well, they do indeed burn.

"I know these, dream bugbears! But will they burn!?!" Flikk tosses down an alchemist fire to the one below to find out!

Lesser Alchemist's Fire: Persistent 2, Splash 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 221d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Quick bomber, and also just keep the splash on Red. Also, assume any knowledge info Flikk gets on a recall he shares with the others, but you've got to read it in the tone of a teacher addressing their classroom of children.

I do not.

Flikk wrote:

Flikk starts his trek back to the others, hearing the sounds of Rain screaming and others fighting he rubs his eyes and looks down on the red 'thing'. "How'd you get in here?"

Recall Knowledge Society +8

Alas, Flikk has not heard of creatures such as these.

Failure. Care to use a Hero Point?

Why not, could be important!

Flikk starts his trek back to the others, hearing the sounds of Rain screaming and others fighting he rubs his eyes and looks down on the red 'thing'. "How'd you get in here?"

Recall Knowledge Society +8

Stride, Recall, ?? - Will probably drop a bomb once I know the results.

"Well, aren't I just the luckiest one in the room, my very own dog tooth.. at least its a magic dog tooth." He sighs a bit and rolls his eyes, heading back to check on that talking skull.

"Well? Did it burn Toasty!?"

Items prepared for the day: Lesser Alchemist's Fire (3)
Lesser Acid Flask (3)
Lesser Blight Bomb (2)
Minor Elixir of Life (2)
2 reagents left over

Flikk frowns as he's too slow to interview the skull, instead he strides off to a fresh area for treasure hunting. "Lots of stuff here, must be something useful right?" 3c

Crafting: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

I'll be away on an icefishing trip Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Please bot me as necessary.

"Flikk here." The pudgy goblin with a deep voice introduces himself with confidence. "I bet I can help with some cataloging, let's start with the more dangerous, and exciting ones first?" He lifts the cloth up off the skull and peeks underneath "Hello, just want to see what sort of skull we're dealing with here.."

Society?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Flikk looks up from the recipe, eyes going wide at their good fortune A giant talking mushroom!?! Oh, we shouldn't brine a fellow Pathfinder, drat. He holds the scroll in front of his face "Oh, excellent, we've been busying ourselves doing SCIENCE! We'll be right behind you." He says with a hidden grin.

He looks longingly at the flames I don't have the heart to douse such beautiful creatures. He thinks in a huff, skipping off after the talking fungus and away from the still burning chair and signage.

"Quickly now students before the vault's treasures are all gone!"

Flikk raises an eyebrow "Let me see that recipe. I'd say we soak mushrooms in pickle brine, then apply direct flames until golden brown, then eat said mushroom and drink the brine afterwards."

Flikk observes excitedly as now nearly everyone has joined in on the demonstration "Yes Chupko, very nice!" He rips a couple loose shingles off the side of the building, lights them over the produced flame and gleefully shows them off to the others before tossing them in the barrel.

"Now you try Dolmandir! Anything you wish to test the flammability of on hand?" He looks around, seeing a mangy dog run past "Perhaps that horrid little creature there? I can't think of a much more deserving test subject!" He gives an eager glance to the audience to hear their thoughts.

Flikk waves the newcomers closer to the blaze "Come gather 'round students, today we're going to learn about combustion and explosions!" Flikk grins, pulling a flyer off the side of a building and tossing it into the churning barrel of flaming fun.

"Please bring your own burnables, anything and everything!"

Three goblins stand around numerous piles of burning items munching on pickles and relaying their observations:

"Of course the wooden chairs burn, but notice how slowly full combustion takes with increased thickness and moisture content. Split those legs in half and we're getting to full combustion in almost half the time with the same output of HEAT... ei: lots of little things burn so much faster and hotter." He tosses another bottle on the flames, a geyser of fire builds to triple the height.

"And, its always fun to add more fuel to the fire.. no matter what the others say." Crunch crunch crunch As he resumes pickle mastication and consumption.

Flikk corrects Lokoloko's penmanship like a proper teacher would "I prefer to use the terms Conflagration and Combustion."

"With the proper application of chemistry we can produce a monumental effect of stunning proportions."

I can't resist the goblin party.. Flikk with join in!

Chronicle looks good, thanks.

"I bet pirates be very happy for you to dive for them. Rescue all that lost treasure due to.. accidental explosions?" Hehe, always accident.. Flikk can be careless!

"Man, Flikk feel like too many drums all playing inside all at once." He gently rubs his face and wipes away half dried snot. "Flikk not swimming back to Absalom. Maybe we find work on pirate boat to get ride back? What pirate boat not want a Flikk and his friends?"

Flikk gathers the others and starts to ask around for a ship heading that way that needs crew. Diplomacy, Gather Info: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Art Lore: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"Save the red ones for Flikk..." Pointing to the gems on the floor as he falls over dying.

Probably shouldn't just ignore the attackers any longer. It was only a matter of time before their rolls didn't stink.

"Maybe we need to go then. Flames have minds of their own. They make beautiful things!" Flikk is obviously a bit saddened once they're all put out.

Are we stuck in a corner here or? All these dotted lines are confusing on the map.

Fort, DC15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Flikk laps the beer sudz off his face with a grin "Good pickle water, need more pickle taste though."

The grin grows larger as Flikk draws out a flask of swirling red flames. His eyes stare at the flask before tossing it behind the crowded front line at the red square looking brawler.

Lesser Alchemist's Fire: Persistent 2, Splash 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 151d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Get outta da way else I'mma gonna burn this whole place down!"
Intimidate (2 actions): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Its pretty obvious Flikk would prefer the second option. You can see the goose bumps and hear his heart race at the sight of the flames already.