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Poog joins in the revelry, adamant in his claim that "I not get knocked out! I just needed a naps!"

Poog got hit for 8... did you have a way of countering?

Chuffy need to make some magic happen...

Oops, my bad. I thought Chuffy had been hit, not Poog.

Poog swings again and cautiously takes a 5-ft. Step back.
Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

Poog swings again!
Attack: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) - 1 + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Poog takes another swing!
Attack: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) - 1 + 2 = 3
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

Poog takes a 5-ft. step to the side and takes another swing.
Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

Poog moves up to smack the mean lady with his club!
Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

Unable to get in, Poog runs up and casts guidance on Reta.

Poog moves to the other side and chucks the javelin at the doggy.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 4 = -1
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Poog will divulge in the mayhem, stealing as many shinies and eating as much food as possible. Also, given in to his new fashion sense, Poog takes the fancy coat off of the dead male longshanks and puts it on to see how it matches with his awesome hat!
Looking spiffy like only a goblin can!

Poog grins as the longshanks turn their attention elsewhere, giving him a chance to cast another spell. "More Fire!!!" he screams as he casts burning hands.
Burning Hands: 1d4 ⇒ 3
DC 12 Ref. save for half. I'm angling it so that both longshanks get caught in the blast but no goblins.

Poog takes a 5-ft. step back, shouting in goblin "Waits, please no kill Poog!" before casting cure light wounds on himself.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Poog moves up another 20 ft. and chucks the javelin at the lady longshanks.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

"Poog want cake, too!" the little goblin shouts as he runs out 30 ft. and pulls out the javelin he found earlier.

"Yeah, yeah! And Poog bashed a darkfear's, too! And turned it into this really cools hat!" he shouts, pointing to the dead raccoon tied to his head.

Poog will also leave, waving goodbye to the woman as he shouts in goblin "Bye nowz! Me makes you into lunch some other times!"

Poog finally speaks up as he whispers in goblin to the others "Psst! Maybe we'z just kills her and then we takes the fire."

Poog sits and watches curiously.
Sorry, but I literally have no clue what to do with this. Do we kill her? Do we rob her? Do we get a mission from her? Might it be possible to give us a hint?

"Maybe we makes her food?" asks Poog as he looks at the longhshank and smacks his lips.

Upon seeing the darkfear go flying, Poog gets all brave again, hoisting his club high and shouting "Ha! Poog is the greatest therez ever was!" He then proceeds to find the creature and tries to wear it as a hat (because what goblin doesn't want a coonskin cap?).

Upon seeing the lady with the awesome hat, Poog waves back with a confused look on his face. He turns to the others and asks "Uh, what do now? Shoulds we says 'hi' or just eats her?"

Poog recoils as the Darkfear shoots past but takes a half-hearted swing to try and look tough.
Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

Poog takes a step back, getting a little scared at how strong the dreaded Darkfear is. Looking to Reta, he stammers "I...uh...here, you hit better now!" as he slaps her on the back of the head with a spell.
Casting guidance on Reta.

Thanks for the potion!
A newly-invigorated Poog leaps at the raccoon Darkfear that Reta hit and bashes it with his club!
Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
Confirm Crit.: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

Damage: 2d4 - 4 ⇒ (4, 2) - 4 = 2

Uh, how many of those potions are left? Because I'm sitting at 0...
Poog says nothing as he painfully limps into the cave after the others, panting as if he'd run a really long way. Once inside, he holds up his toad while concentrating on the wobbly ground, trying not to pass out.

Stabilize: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Not sure if that makes it...

"You's thinks you's handsome!? We'z fix that real quicks!" screams Poog as he takes a 5-ft. step back and unleashes a cone of fire from his hands.
Casting burning hands at an angle so that it catches kettlehead and red, but misses the party.
Burning Hands: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Poog takes a 5-ft. step over and smacks Reta on the head with a spell, saying "Agh! Get ups you sissy! We is not done heres yet!"
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Poog continues his attack on red.
Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

"Gives up my toad!? Howz 'bout I just gives you me clubs instead?" shouts Poog as he runs up to bash in Red's face.
Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13
Damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

"Who's cares who they was!? Theyz dead now and we's not! Besides, theyz had nice stuffs!" says Poog as he quickly scoops up the javelin, holy symbol, and jar of pickled fish heads.

Mogmurch does his best to try and sneak through the pond, looking for any toads.
Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Poog sits as quietly as possible in the pond for a few minutes, waiting for any toads to come by. As soon as one does, he explodes into action, diving into the water after it...
CMB: 1d20 - 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) - 3 + 2 = 18
...and comes back up with a fat toad in raised above his head. "Whoo! Poog gotz a toad! Poog gotz a toad!"

Not really sure what other prepping I could do...

After he's finished retching up dirt, Poog feels ravenous and looks for something else to eat. Once he's procured some food, he sits on a log, chewing as he watches Kettlehead and his cronies head off into the woods. "I wonders where they goes," mused the goblin aloud to himself. "Maybe poog gets lucky and they all gets eaten by nasty Lotslegseatsgoblinbabiesmany..."

Sorry...
Poog begins the challenge with much enthusiasm as he digs in. "Alrightz! Poog can eats dirt no problems!"
Perception DC12: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Reflex DC14: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Perception DC12: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Reflex DC14: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Perception DC12: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Reflex DC14: 1d20 ⇒ 6
After a few mouthfuls, though, Poog rolls over onto his side, clutching his gut. "OOh, Poog don't feels so good..."

Fort Save: 1d20 ⇒ 12
INT Check: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Poog begins to form the beginnings of an insult about Kettlehead before the heat becomes too much, prompting him to spit out the stone.
He tries again, though.
Fort Save: 1d20 ⇒ 8
INT Check: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
"Hey, Kettlehead! Knowz why tea pot such good helmet for you? Cause you'z head is full of nothin's but steam!"

Poog ponders for a moment before the light bulb goes off in his head. He quickly scampers up a tree before calling out "Heyz, watche this! You'z all play killgull, right? Well now Poog the gull! Just no throws rocks, ok?"
With that he jumps out of tree, flapping his arms as if he could fly.
CHA Check: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2

Fort. Save: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Poog is able to shake off the poison, though he's not eager to try again...

Poog's embarrassment is quickly replaced by glee as he watches the others fail as well. Despite being covered in mud, he quickly joins in with the other goblins, laughing and jeering at the whelps. He even goes so far as to kick the leash out of Mogmurch's reach.
"Hahahaha! Lookz like Poog not only one who stinks at ridings spider!"

Poog looks up and down the line of goblin whelps, trying not to looks too scared. At the announcement of wrangling a spider, Poog thinks to himself "Spiderz!? Oh noes, Poog can't rides spiders. Poog haz to try, thoughs. Poog haz to be usefuls!"
"M..me goes first..." mumbles Poog as he shuffles forward with not much confidence.
CMB: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (3) - 3 = 0
Good to know I'm living up to the bio. Lol!

Hawkeye127 checking in! I'll have Poog's stats up shortly.

Chuffy examines the strange contraption for a moment. He then walks over and shouts as loud as he can "Hey! Who saids the party was over!? All you's gobbies get out here nows!"
Once a good crowd of goblins have gathered, Chuffy looks down his nose at them as he says "Now, minions, what did we learnz todays? That's right, you're chieftains is the bestest! Ain't nobody or nothings that can kill us cause we be Birdcrunchers and that means we be the baddest of the bad!"

Well, since nobody else claimed them...
Chuffy magically reappears holding one of the adamantine arrows in his hand. He shouts with glee before stabbing the creature in the knee "You'z thinks I runs but that just make you dumb. Chuffy stab you 'til you'z numb!"
Attack (Improvised Weapon): 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 2 - 4 = 15
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Sneak Attack?: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6
It might be considered metagame knowledge but I don't think I can hurt him any other way.

Thanks for botting me, GM. For whatever reason, the site kept telling me that it was down every time I tried to log in this weekend.
P.S. Didn't we find adamantine arrows at the longshanks camp? I think that might take care of our current problem.
Chuffy looks the crazy goblin effigy up and downs and whistles "Well, that be one big party-crasher. You'z all have funs now!"
And with that, the goblin rogue pulls a vial from his pocket and chugs it before blinking out of sight.
Drinking my potion of invisibility.

Chuffy waits for mean bird-lady to come in range!
Holding action.

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Chuffy stands in awe of the bird lady and mumbles something about pretty musics.

Thanks, Mog! Works for me!

Chuffy shuffles forward five feet as he reloads and fires.
Attack: 1d20 + 10 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 10 - 4 = 9
Damage: 1d3 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + (4) = 6

Seemingly oblivious to Poog's danger, Chuffy smiles and says "Ooh, moving plant! Plants burn realz nice. This calls for special toy!"
He then moves forward 30 ft. while loading one of his "special" crossbow bolts (+1 flaming bolt).

Chuffy cuts off one of the Longshanks legs and begins gnawing on it as he shouts "Let's look for more truffles!"
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

"I wants my truffles!" screams Chuffy as he quickly reloads and fires another shot at the (red) bandit.
Atack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Confirm Crit.: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Damage: 1d3 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + (6, 5) = 14
Crit. Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2