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Gribblix huddles behind Throrgar's massive legs.

Intelligence: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Gribblix slept horribly last night. Such a chaotic being on the Plane of Law felt out of sorts. Even praying for spells felt labored for the goblin druid. Gribblix looks pale at breakfast, not eating much of his meal.

When confronted by the local militia, Gribblix agreed with the minotaur. "Yes..go."

Gribblix smiled at Glutton's words. "So. Let's see what the locals know." The goblin said cautiously.

Gribblix looked around as the countless gears of Mechanus. Gears that rose up into the sky, massive gears that can be seen on the horizon, leading to smaller and smaller gears around them. The goblin druid just wrapped his arms around himself and whimpered, "I wanna go back to Sigil."

Knowledge (planes, Sigil): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
"I think you need to have the proper key to use the portal properly", Gribblix remarked.

"Yeahyeahyeah! We should totally get you back with the modrons, huh?" Gribblix encouraged.

Gribblix is looks for alternative routes, in case plans go awry.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

The goblin huffs, arms folded. "Gribblix."

"HEY!" Gribblix yelled at the modrone. "We all nearly died trying to save you! Now get back with your people. Turn! Turn! Turn! We just want to go back home to Sigil!"
Intimidate: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Hi Everyone,

Tomorrow I'm having a catheterization on my left side tomorrow, so I won't be on the boards that day. But I hope to be back on during the weekend. Thanks all.

"Why don't you want to go back?" Gribblix asked the rogue modron.

"Hey! You!" Gribblix talks in Common to the lawful construct. "All your buddies are outside trying to find you. Go outside. You can't miss them!"
Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 5
"And guys", the goblin looks to his fellow questers. "I'm all out of healing spells. I used both dragging those two from Death." Gribblix points to the two ladies he healed.

In pain, Gribblix will try to snatch the 'Spirit of the Land' out of the hovel and return it to the modrones.
Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 17

The goblin goes full defensive. +4 AC

Round 4
Gribblix tries to move closer to the possible Spirit of the Land. Movement. Not sure what action he'll do so Gribblix will hold his action.

Round 4
Gribblix stops trying to grab the crystal when he sees the scary yellow lady down from her injuries.

The goblin druid will run around the group to get to Avesska to cast cure light wounds on the githyanki.

I believe the bladeling gets an AoO on Gribblix has he leaves the cluster of fighters.

Round 3
Will DC 13: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Gribblix sees another crystal to touch and goes to hug it.
CMB: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Round 2
Gribblex's success is short-lived as he sees the tainted lady fall down dead before him. Shrieking on fright, the goblin takes a five-foot step back and reaches down to cast cure light wounds on Glutton.
CLW: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Spellcraft DC 15: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Gribblix smiled wide (which for a goblin, is saying something). "Hey! I did a thing!!"

Spellcraft DC 18: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Round 2
Fu<k it! It's too tempting a target!
"Shiny!"
Gribblix attempts to reach out and grab the floating bright object.
CMB: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

Round 1
Gribblix was dismayed when his sickle blade, the goblin's only weapon, pretty much deflected off every spike on the bladeling's body. He had nothing. Not even a rock to use.
So Gribblix went full defensive, hoping he could at least provide flank for someone better prepared for combat.
+4 AC

Readied Attack, Sickle: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Dmg.: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Round 1
The goblin druid was not expecting this turn of events to be sure.
"Mondrones! Mondrones! HEELP!!"

Gribblix runs to the right side of the door and holds his action to attack the first bladeling who comes through the door.

Gribblix gets on a nearby outcropping and shouts, "Ay! Mondrones!! Your 'Spirit of the Land' is in there! I peeled it!" The goblin points to the bladeling's hovel.
Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Knowledge (planes, Acheron or Baator) DC 10: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Perception DC 15: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Sense Motive DC 13: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
"He's ain't alone in that hovel. He's got some friends in there. Around some mechanical thing. And he's not keen on someone peeling it!"

"Hey look! A another non-hobgoblin in town? And it looks like he lives here!" Gribblix points out to the others. "Think maybe we should ask him if knows about any portals on this cube?"

"We ain't gonna get anything out of these boxes", Gribblix answered. "Hmmm." The goblin druid said to himself, looking around. "What would be a 'spirit of the land' in Acheron?"
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Knowledge (geography): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Guys!" Gribblix barks. "Shut up and eat your soup! You're embarassing me!" The goblin druid said under his breath.

The goblin druid pulls out a silver piece fro his pouch, paying for everyone's soup.
"Say. Do you have any portals nearby?" Gribblix asks.

"Hell no", Gribblix states. "They're hobgoblins. Militaristic psychopaths. But we might get lucky and find where the next portal before we have to fight the entire town", the goblin druid said, still searching the streets for some info.

Gribblix seems genuinely surprised by the town of hobgoblins. Finally! Someone who can speak my own language with!
The goblin walks out in front of the group, looking for goblin writing, hoping to find a tavern or bar to rest in.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Gribblix gasps in awe of the sights of Acheron. They kinda looked like oversized versions of the metal cube the goblin got from the appreciative halfling. Still, the druid longed to go back to Sigil. "Sh-should be find some shelter?"

"That's fine. Talk later." Gribblix tugs at Throgar's clothes. "Let's get out of here!!"

Scanning the room, you see a collection of petitioners, including,

A gnome who is currently tuning a crossbow string

Gribblix hides behind the massive Throrgar and hisses distain at the gnome. "HSSSSSSS!!!"

Gribblix tries to keep everyone quiet as the goblin uses his big ears to hear for movement elsewhere in the castle.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Climb DC 15: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Can I take a '10'?

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
"Let's get this over with."

Gribblix takes a few moments to gather his courage and sanity. Breathing hard, Gribblix taps himself with some of Sigil's healing energy.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
The goblin druid then looks to his companions, and notices the large minotaur is bleeding the most. So Glibblix approaches the scary brawler and touches his hand, allow giving him some of Sigil's healing energy.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
6 hp to Throrgar
As the minotaur looks down and notices Gribblix, the goblin looks up and says, "Be more careful. Healing all gone."

Round 4
Sickle (prone): 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (3) - 4 = -1
No change.

Round 4
The cries of pain from the goblin are pitiful and terrified. Prone, Gribblix tries in vain to kill the wolf before it kills him.
Sickle (prone): 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (1) - 4 = -3 "Goodbye, 'Friend of Haggrid'."

Round 3
Leaping and daring out of the way of the crazed wolf, Gribblix tries again to slice the wolf.
Sickle: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Round 2
The goblin druid jumps and scampers out of the wolf's jaws. Gribblix attempts to slice into the mad lupine attacking him.
Sickle: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Round 1
The goblin druid pivots himself between Avesska and Glutton-For-Punishment, and makes an attack against wolf immediately in front of the tiefling.
Sickle: 1d20 ⇒ 3

The goblin readies his attack with his sickle.

Will DC 14 (with earplugs): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12
Will DC 16 (with earplugs): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11 Well, sh|t.
Last night was Gribblix's first night away from Sigil..ever. The loss bore deep into the goblin's psyche.

Will DC 14 (with earplugs): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 2 = 19
Will DC 16 (with earplugs): 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 = 10

"This sucks!" The goblin grumbled.

Will DC 12: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Though barely perceivable, Gribblix passes his time singing and re-singing old goblin songs.

Gribblix doesn't need to be told twice. The goblin druid begins to pull his companions away from the scene.

Round 2
"Go away! I was defending myself and a halfling!!" Even Gribblix realized the strangeness of that statement. Full Defense