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Mogmurch takes up his chieftan's chant and prepares another acid vial. "Big fatty fatso lard butt! Big fatty fatso lard butt! Big fatty fatso lard butt!"

Still More Acid!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Mogmurch cackles, "More acid! Ahahahaha!" He grabs another flask and hurls it at the ogre.

Move action to grab flask
Standard action to throw at ogre
More Acid!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Area effects deal 50% extra damage to swarms.

Since the fire didn't seem to faze him much, Mogmurch switches tacks. "Fire may not burn, but acid will sizzle!"

Move action to grab vial
Standard action to throw acid vial
Acid!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 = 9

I did mine, that's what the bomb was.

Mogmurch chugs an extract and readies a bomb for any ogres leaving the burning shack.

Once Pa Munchmeat appears Mogmurch hurls a bomb at him!

Drinking shield extract, tossing a bomb.
Bomb: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4) + 2 = 7

Mogmurch perks right up when arson is mentioned. "YES! WE BURN OGRES FROM HIDING!" He then gleefully begins preparing his flasks of alchemist's fire. "Reta, Chuffy, you smash furniture! Make kindling sticks! Ahahahaha!"

I will proceed with burning down the house. Four flasks of alchemist's fire should do it.

Mogmuch whips out a bomb and eyes the door. "Is you an ogre? Da Birdcruncher Tribe has come to chew all youse up!"

I will ready a throw at whatever opens the door.

Mogmurch climbs onto Reta's shoulders. "You push from down there, and I'll push from up here in case it stuck."

Aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (5) - 2 = 3

Mogmurch will attempt to assist Chuffy with the door. "Push Chuffy, push!"

Aid Another: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17

Mogmurch nods. "Chuffy be careful. Owlbearses will munch him, scabs and all."

Mogmurch pulls out a flask of alchemist's fire and throws it at the boar. "Mogmurch love throwing stuff!"

Move action to retrieve flask
Standard action to throw at pig
Alchemist's Fire: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
The boar will take another 1d6+2 next round unless it spends a full action to make a DC 15 Reflex save

Once Chuffy fires, Mogmurch assumes Poog has given the order to attack and hurls his thunderstone at the boar. "Hey piggy!"

Standard action to throw thunderstone at ground, AC 5
Thunderstone: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
The boar must make a DC 15 Fort save or be deafened for an hour

Mogmurch looks over at the boar and whispers, "Me have boom rock, make bad piggy deaf! Then easy to sneak Squeely away. Watchu say Chief Poog?"

I could chuck my thunderstone at the boar to make sneaking Squeely away easier.

You can use Handle Animal untrained, but only to handle or push domestic animals.

Wisdom: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11

Mogmurch is very confused why Chuffy is so enamored with the pig, then hears that it's Squeely and gets excited. "Heysa Squeely, you want a sluggy?" Mogmurch offers the pig his pickled slug and tries to calm him down.

Charisma: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

Mogmurch follows along, poking at stuff that seems interesting with his club. "What's under the boat?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Oh yeah, AoO. I added the Str bonus and flanking with Reta.

Mogmurch follows the boar and flanks it with Reta.

Follow the boar and flank it
Standard action to club it.
Club: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Mogmurch smacks the boar on the head with his club, shouting in an alchemically-deepened voice. "Bad piggy! Mogmurch say no!"

Club: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Mogmurch chugs a vial of sickly green liquid and rushes into the fray. His skin thickens and limbs stretch as the mutagen takes effect.

Standard action to drink a Str mutagen
Move into a flanking position with Reta
AC is now 22.

No, I mean I don't trust my chances of hitting with the throwing into melee penalty. I have Selective Bombs, so I won't hit you guys anyways.

I don't trust my ability to toss a bomb into melee right now.

"Bad piggy! Fire is Chief Poog's job!" Mogmurch follows up his scolding with another bomb hurled at the boar's feet.

Standard action to throw bomb at the ground, AC 5, avoiding allies.
Bomb: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
4 splash damage, DC 13 Ref to halve

I'm a goblin, reading is bad. AC 17, huh? Tough piggie.

Shouldn't the boar have 11 damage? 6 from Reta, 3 from Chuffy, and 2 from the bomb?

Oh yeah, pregens can make Day Job rolls now!
Craft (alchemy): 10 + 8 = 18

Mogmurch takes a couple steps towards the boar and chucks a bomb at it.

Move 10' towards boar
Standard action to throw a bomb aimed at the ground (AC 5), first range increment, selectively avoiding allies
Bombs Away!: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage: 4 = 4 DC 13 to halve

Mogmurch is a bit grumpy at being baked into a pie and not being chieftan, but pretty soon the general excitement overwhelms him and he joins the Birdcrunchers in hailing Poog as chief. Besides, Poog knows him and Mogmurch is useful, he will surely still be in the top ranks of the tribe.

Mogmurch continues screeching and squirming. "NO PIE! NO PIE! NO PIE!"

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Fortitude, DC 10: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Poog, no more burning! Wessa already inna pie!" Mogmurch is getting more and more shrill. "No pie! No pie!"

Will: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Escape Artist: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Goblins get bored quickly. Now that the audience is running off and the stirges are dead, probably best to move on to the next challenge.

Yeah, the bomb was tossed into the audience. Whoo! 5 points!

"You no bigger chief Chuffy! Me squash way more than one gobbo! See!" With that, Mogmurch hurls a bomb into the stands!

Bomb: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 5) + 2 = 13
Splash damage is 4

This seems accurate for a goblin gathering. Semi-organised chaos, immediately devolving into cheating, accusations of cheating, counter-cheating, and shouting.

"Oy, youse cheated! Mogmurch doesn't need to cheat to be chief!" Mogmurch pulls out one of his bombs as he scurries across the planks. Hurling his bomb at the remaining bugs, he chuckles. "BOOM!"

Move 2 right, 1 diagonally up and right, and 2 up.
Will: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Throw Bomb: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2) + 2 = 5 closer strige can save for half, DC 13 Reflex, farther strige takes 4, and can save as well.

On the way to the caves, Mogmurch whips up a mutagen that should make him more nimble. Hopefully.

Mogmurch holds up a hand when given his blindfold. "I already got an eyepatch, see?" He points to the eyepatch with a hole in it that he's wearing. "Mogmurch is the bestest shot, you'll all see!" He licks his lucky toad Ambifier, gulps down his concoction, and takes his shot.

Swift Alchemy to brew a Dex mutagen
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Shot 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
1d20 ⇒ 2

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Shot 2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
1d20 ⇒ 15

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Shot 3: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
1d20 ⇒ 8

Mogmurch begins making plans to sneak some bombs into the some of the grub. Heh heh. "Yes, Moot! And then explosions! Mogmurch will prove his bestness! All Birdcrunchers will agree or be blown to bits! Tasty, tasty bits."

Things go boom when Mogmurch throws,
Much more fun than using bows.
Sometimes where the boom boom blows
Is not my fault—that’s how it goes.

So the violent diplomatic consortium is shaping up to be pirates in the mold of the Barbary Coast.

Hey, finishing the faction stuff, should have it by tomorrow. My son now has a yeast infection from antibiotics for ear infection ):