Hey all,
I'm sorry to say but I don't think I have the time nor energy to appropriately devote to this particular PbP. I have many others going on and adding more was an unwise choice.
I hope y'all understand.
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Goghurt prods at the nodule curiously, delighted with the reaction that his fingers have to it but still curious as to what else it might do.
Picking himself off of the ground, Goghurt spits. "No magic instant frog-leg-jerky potion, but Goghurt can make fire quickly if we need. Would suggest removing us from swamp before we try fire." He scratches his chin. "Goghurt not seem very useless just then. Goghurt kill two of the frogs alone."
Goghurt gasps as he crawls across the mud away from the frog that had swallowed him, coughing and mumbling pitifully. "Gah! Frog. Stupid. Pfdagdfh."
Goghurt wriggles in his froggy bonds, trying to escape.
"Ha!" Goghurt shouts, as he struggles to free himself from the frog's mouth. "That's two! How many have you got, hobgoblin?"
Drawing a vial of acid this time, Goghurt yells, "Stupid hobgoblin still thinks Goghurt is useless?" while he smashes it into the frog's face.
Grinning with excitement, Goghurt runs up behind the grappled Grim as he draws an alchemists' fire. "Go, fire, go! Cook Goghurt's dinner!"
Grinning madly at his successful explosion, Goghurt runs up closer to Goragg. "See, fire!", then he lobs another bomb at the same frog
"Swamps. Goghurt hate swamps." Then he takes out one of his catalyst vials, gives it a quick shake, and readies himself to throw it when one of the frogs comes within range.
"Bah, how do we know what we here for?"
"Goghurt not really know what we're doing. Goghurt think it best if we set up semipermanent camp, find permanent food and water, and build settlement." He muses for a moment. "Or we go kill other group."
Goghurt coughs once, and then decides not to. He then sits down, extracts his alchemy kit and brews himself a mutagen. He's already prepared the only extract he thinks he'll need for a bit.
Goghurt sleeps, his body cold and battered, and tries not to think about how just meters away from him, a hobgoblin is speaking so poorly of him...
That morning, before they transition between the worlds, Goghurt consults his formulae book. Even though he knows it'll exhaust him, he still moves to prepare himself a shield extract and the one unused bomb slot that he expended the previous day. Breathing heavily, he plods his way through the wall and gets assaulted, on the other side, by the driving rain and the large swells. He tries to get aboard the ship, but not until both Goragg and Cale already have.
Seems as good a plan as any.
Goghurt immediately backpedals into the wall again upon being hit by the massive storm, and after several seconds of confusion he returns to the calm side and Cale. Shortly after, his companions return. He sleeps lying down directly adjacent to the wall, his head poking into the veil and the rest of him outside of it. The cold and quiet helps him sleep.
Not wishing to be left behind, Goghurt runs very quickly after Grim and Goragg, past the wall. He is immediately assaulted by the water and his body is rocked back. "Ack!"
Goghurt nods. He had figured it would either be that, or another thing. He plops to the ground of the boat, panting. "Looks solid. Maybe we don't go through? Maybe only organic things go through? Either way, don't want to. Lose equipment."
Sorry, I didn't know I had to say that I was preparing my bomb catalysts. I would probably have prepared the one just there and then used it. Result?
Goghurt thinks he looks very pretty as he sits patiently on the ship, in a childlike pose with his feet out in front of him. He looks with wonder at the solid black curtain. He grins maniacally for a moment and retrieves the catalyzer for a bomb and a prepared vial. Goghurt leaps to his feet and adds the catalyzer, gives the vial a shake, and lets it fly. What an amazing sight it would be to see this thing catch fire.
Having gathered his equipment and helped with the carrying of heavy things down the stairs, Goghurt smiles. "Goghurt ready for whatever happens! Hopefully we get things to set on fire." He clambers aboard the boat, pointing at Rutheric as he does so. "Mush!" he shouts, and begins to giggle.
I do believe I've claimed equipment, as long as there isn't too much shenanigenary.
Goghurt helps, proudly, carry everything down for everyone during the six hours that he's strong (basically a Medium creature's 17 Str, after all), making faces at Goragg whenever he sees the hobgoblin struggle with the water barrel.
Everything on the spreadsheet looks to be taken, GM. Unless I don't know how to read it. That said, Goghurt would like: all of the alchemists' fire, a crossbow with bolts, the dogslicer, the formulae book, a mw backpack, an alchemists' kit, Small leather armor, explorers' and cold weather outfits, and the pair of spring-loaded wrist sheaths.
Goghurt downs his extract of ant haul, chin pointed defiantly at Goragg, and without even looking away from him, lifts something large and heavy off the ground.
I'm having the same debate with myself.
"When we leave, Goghurt says I drink this extract and then help carry things. Goghurt will be very strong." He shoots a glance at Goragg, as if daring the hobgoblin to disbelieve.
Noting the struggle to carry everything away from where they were, Goghurt jumps into action. Taking out his alchemy kit, Goghurt mutters "Can do that, can do that." He takes out a couple of vials of different liquid and powder ingredients and begins to mix them together. "Goghurt can help!"
Goghurt ignores the crystal in his forehead and dashes to the boxes and backpacks full of stuff, especially the small-sized backpacks, looking for things that would suit him. He grabs the formulae book that he finds and begins riffling through it with relief, and stands NONE OF ANYONE TAKING IT NO. Besides that, he finds a pair of alchemists' fire (among others) and very gratefully clinks them together. A smile spreads across his face at the glassy sound.
"Oh, god." Goghurt grumbles, but not because of the pain, the unknown location, or the fact that he's naked underneath a paper uniform. his alchemy stuff is gone!
Goghurt cocks his head at the aasimar. "Is mutually exclusive?"
Goghurt frowns and mutters quietly, "...Science always work...just not extracts."
At Palomia's words, Goghurt looks up, violently, to stare at her balefully. He almost looks as if she had insulted his mother, if goblins cared about their mothers. "Goghurt not use magic! What are you, fool? Goghurt use SCIENCE!"
"Stupid hobgoblin not in charge." mutters Goghurt as he sits down.
Goghurt sighs. More big folk.
Goghurt chuckles at Goragg's insults, revealing rows of jagged, unkempt teeth (although they are surprisingly keeping away from rot. Apparently Goghurt has enough sense to care for his teeth at least that much). Turning to face Goragg, he says, "If hobgoblin were half as tough as he thinks he is, he would not be here with foolish Goghurt."
"Don't know..." he cocks his head and grins at her. "What do you think?" Draconic:
"Goghurt can't say that Goghurt has heard a human speak dragon-language well, yet." Orc:
"Really, it not difficult to learn languages. Even goblins think orcs dumb but orcs don't have problem with speaking orc."
Goghurt brings his hands up and waves them around, insistent and upset. "Experiment would have gone fine! Goghurt is sure that Goghurt did not miscalculate!"
Goghurt's beady little eyes regard Goragg with only the faintest expression of any emotion. "Goghurt not wish to give up second chance at life before understanding is known of what is required."
Goghurt looks curiously around at the others, interested to see if they've noticed that the very state of their bodies is changing.
Goghurt cocks his head at the angry hobgoblin approaching him, and blinks twice. "My potions not responsible for our presence here. Potions very purposeful in purpose. Goghurt not know a potion for preventing death by massive explosion. Would be very useful, always prepared, if Goghurt did know potion for preventing death by massive explosion." He uncocks his head and looks uncompromisingly at the larger goblinoid. "If hobgoblin in strange death-place, is hobgoblin's responsibility." He turns his head, then, to look coldly at Tolla. "I would want to save a couple of goblins."
Goghurt blinks. "Am Goghurt.", he mumbles.
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