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Both of you finish your slugs at roughly the same time, and the goblins are amazed. Slorb eyes the empty bottle on the floor with suspicion as he hands each of you a fashionable dogslicer — Gorge and Glutton, from Chief Gutwad's personal armory. He reminds both of you that the prizes are on loan until you return.

However, the acrid slime from the bull slugs' bladders might be strong enough to upset even a goblin stomach...

Fortitude: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Ballsacks. Should have kept raging...

Ghir begins to turn remarkably... greener. It seems his unwise consumption of gastropodic detritus had been a bad idea after all, gusto or no.

Ghir like sluggers, sluggers no like Ghir..."

His bloated form waddles up to Slorb's outstretched blade, and he lazily takes Glutton in his hand. Not really understanding the concepts of "Dogslicer," "Prize," or "Loan," he proceeds to use it as a toothpick as he falls into a food-coma.

Morning comes with head- and bellyaches for some of you, but you all are prodded awake and told of Chief Gutwad's latest summons.

The next morning, Ghir wakes up with an eyestalk poking out of his mouth. Still moving. Apparently he didn't chew his food well enough. He hacks up the bull-slug and feels very-much-worse-for-wear, or as he would put it "Worser than time Ghir woke up in manure cart."

In a semi-nauseated haze, Ghir follows the rest of the heroes to the Moot house, sees the fireworks and the map, and is generally unimpressed. These things do not look tasty... but he's learned that where there are longshanks, there's good food to be found...

Assume Ghir will follow the group wherever they will go. Unless otherwise stated, he has very little motivation to do otherwise.

Yes, but the acrid slime from the bull slug may have additional effects. It's up to you whether you want to take the risk.

Under no circumstances would Ghir ever willingly spit something out. Risk or no, he's eating them whole.

@Ghir, Offenclopf: The bull slugs are massive, writhing creatures the size of goblin heads. It tastes vaguely of rotten fish and bursts with a squeal — at which point the contents of its acrid slime bladder floods down your throat. Looking down at the basket, you see four more wriggling shapes. This is nothing like the sluggers with crunchy toppying that you ate before!

Each bull slug requires a DC 15 Fortitude save, or a DC 10 if you don't bother to spit out the slug's slime bladder. Please stop when you have five successes or five failures. Ghir, you already have one success... Or you can impress the goblins with a DC 20 Fortitude save to eat both slugs at the same time — but if you fail, you lose the dare.

Blech! What this?! Need something to wash down!"

Ghir rummages around in the few belongings on his body and guzzles the first liquid he finds: a bottle of Stillgut. Ghir gains a +5 alchemical bonus to Fort Saves to avoid nausea or sickness for 1 hour.

Much better, but...

"This no Yummy Slugger, this is smelly slugger!" Ghir activates his Rage, gaining a +4 to both STR and CON and a -2 to AC.

Ghir screeches angrily at the unfortunate Goblin that suggested the dare. Ghir's eyes turn red, about to sink his teeth into some delicious Goblin-flesh, but then he remembered chief Gutwad's decree: "You eat what you want, but no eatin' other Licktoads!"

But he was still hungry...

He lurches towards the Bull-Slugs, and... Due to a combination of the Stillgut and his Rage, Ghir's Fortitude Save increases to a +10!
Fortitude: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
On the first bite he devours two simultaneously, cramming their enormous forms into his even more enormous head!
Fortitude: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
The Fourth doesn't go down so easy, though. Ghir tries to swallow the creature prematurely, before the last two had fully gone down his gullet, and gags it back out onto the ground.
Fortitude: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Not to be deterred, though, Ghir picks the creature back up, takes a deep breath, and chomps down on the thing, shaking it like a chew-toy before tossing it up in the air and tearing it to bits.
Fortitude: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Finally, Ghir devours the final slug with reckless abandon, as his belly bulges from the sheer amount of slimy, fishy flesh he just consumed. He unleashes an enormous satisfied belch into the air, almost visible in its intensity. Ghir is no longer raging

Each bull slug requires a DC 15 Fortitude save, or a DC 10 if you don't bother to spit out the slug's slime bladder.

Wait, so it's a lower DC if I don't spit out the slime bladders?

Are the Bull Slugs an Earthbound reference?! :D

Sluggers?

Ghir's memory is stirred back to more difficult times, when he'd stow away in caravans for a quick meal and drop off the wagon once his belly was full. He'd eaten some scrumptiously buttery escargot, or "sluggers with crunchy toppying" as he called them, straight off of a Varisian's unattended plate once.

It was the best meal, besides his parents, he had ever eaten. His mouth waters with the memory...

"YUMMY SLUGGERS! GIMME!"

He snatches the bag from the other goblin, rips it open, and pours the bull slugs into his large open maw. His teeth tear the oily, viscous creatures apart as he swallows each and every mutilated bit of them.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Ghir tries very hard to listen intently to the words that Chief Gutwad says, but his already large head feels VERY close to exploding just to grasp a glimpse of their meaning.

Gutwad speakin' wordies that almost as powerful as magicks... Making Ghir head go dizzy-dizzy... Ghir knows! Ghir will pretend to understand, but not really listen to Gutwaddy words!

Bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

Ghir tries to feign understanding by nodding his head at the appropriate times in Gutwad's address, but does it so enthusiastically that he nods too far forward... into his upchuckery. Flecks of stomach acid and various chewed upon remnants of creatures and objects begin flying around the room in a sporadic upward arc, following the Goblin's ill-conceived deception.

As Mags leaves, Ghir follows suite, but does not engage any other Goblins in conversation. Instead, he finds a piece of wood that was meant to go into the bonfire pile, and begins gnawing on it.

Should any Goblin try to take this piece of wood from Ghir, he will hiss at them and bare his teeth.

Ghir, completely oblivious as to when the meeting was supposed to start, enters with a mouthful of partially charred pelt. He chews on it fervently as he says:

Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (1) - 3 = -2

"HRGHRMLBHR? GTDBOUADLBLDCHUTRN"

Of course, what he had meant to say was "How you Goblins be here? Ghir thought Ghir had special audience with Chiefytan," but hadn't quite worked out the acoustics of speaking through a layer of fur and skin.

He scurries to join the rest of the group. As he sits where Slob tells him, he again attempts to speak,

Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (3) - 3 = 0

Still with the pelt in his mouth, and instead vomits on the floor in front of Chief Gutwad.

Ghir wipes his mouthful of sharp teeth and says, "It okay. Ghir clean!" and begins eating his spew off the floor.

Sorry for the late join, folks! Had a few crises to manage in the past few days, but now I'm all in!

(FerrousBueller), goblin barbarian (feral smasher) 1

Feral GNASHER.

Ghir smash only sometimes. Ghir gnash and bite ALL TIMES.

Can understand how Fumbles confuse.

This Ghir.
Ghir like bite.
Ghir like bite lots of things.
Ghir not like Scribbleface. Writing bad. Writing kill Ghir Mommy and Daddy.
Want know why Gutwad want Ghir in Moot House.

Moot is funny word. MOOOOOOOT. MOOTMOOTMOOT.

This Ghir.