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Groglurk had a difficult time staying focused as the group traveled through the swamp. His big ears seem to be the perfect home for flying bugs. Which, of course, are the worst kind of bug. Eventually he gave up on swinging his cobbled butterfly net around and instead wore it over his head with the handle flopping back-n-forth behind him.

As the merry band came to a stop in the Bog, groglurk could not help but to reflect on the beauty of the bubbles in the muck, "They are loike festerin' boils growin' an' poppin' an' growin' again!" His tiny heart almost sank as Pumpkin started digging in the mud. Sure this is what they had come here for but, he had wanted just a moment longer.

Groglurk shrugged and pulled the net off of his head, dropped to his knees and began rooting around in the Bog to find his own toad.

Perception to find one and CMB or REF to grab one?

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
REF: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Oh man, heading into possible combat with one night's rest after jumping out of a tree. Grog did not think this through.

Taking the lack of “No” as a “Yes” Groglurk dropped the worm into his mouth and swallowed it whole, laughing as it tickled his insides.

He pinned his badges to his rags, doing his best not to be upset that one of the others got more than he. “Whatevah, Zarongel just knew that one dane't need all the badges.” The goblin nodded as their next task was explained and as the others wandered off, Groglurk found his way to the trash heap. It took him a minute but, he found it. Every self respecting Goblin tribe had a good trash heap. He only got to rummage for a little while before he felt like he had found everything that he needed. He walked away from the heap with a nice haul which included some tanned wolfskin that had been fashioned into some crude armor, a blood stained lance. After unsuccessfully snatching up a snake, Groglurk dug around and found a discarded tossglove and wrangled a few snakes into a little satchel.

The next morning found Groglurk climbing his way out of a goblin dogpile. ”Git aff av me, yer dense mutts!” he collected his new things and met with the others, ”Who else is ready for dis?” He smacked the satchel to calm the snakes, ”Dis 'ill be easier than guessin' de number av wings on a moth!”

You didn't pick any equipment?! That's not normal. You could die!

Just gotta say that Im really digging the goblin tests. Especially since after the worm one it was "OK. Now stop playing and do something real."

"Spiffing." He thought as he watched the other goblins easily pull the worms out of their mouths.Anuhthah test ohn things one is not jolly spiffing at. Groglurk grabbed a fist full of mud and shoved it into his mouth.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Just as he was about to swallow the entire glob he felt a slight wiggling. And a bit of jiggling.

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

He gave a hideous goblin grin--complete with mud-caked teeth--and spat the worm out onto the ground.

The goblin licked licked his lips, "Naw sense in lettin' a gran' worm go ter waste! He coughed up bits of mud as he spoke and grabbed the worm. "Yum!" He snatched the worm back up and dangled it over his open mouth, "Oi can ayte dis now, roit?"

Using the fence as a brace, Groglurk climbed to his feet and stared at the female goblin as she washed herself clean. He glanced at the fence where he had landed and put 2 and 2 together to get 7. "'ey! Oi tink you've got me shoite on yer! Just then one of the other newly freed goblins ran by and snatched up a piece of the fence. Groglurk watched in fascination as the gobbo combined the board and some rocks to make an excellent bug smasher....that he used on himself! "You're a eejit!" He yelled between laughs, "Yer go one use oyt av dat tin' an' yer used it on yerself!"

It was the sweet smell of coals that finally caused Groglurk to stop laughing. He listened intently as their next task was explained and smiled at the thought of touching hot coals. Then frowned at having to think. Then smiled. Then frowned. Oh noh. something smaarts related. I've ne'ah bin all that spiffing at that stuff, fancy that. Speak with a coal in his mouth? Sure, that should be easy as pulling the wings off of a butterfly but, doing that while trying to think of something clever or mean to say? That might prove difficult for Groglurk to do.

Putting on a fierce expression--which included opening a blister on his cheek--Groglurk stepped up next and popped a coal into his mouth. He glared at Kettlehead and gave the best insult he could think of, "Yer de worst rider in al' av de tribe!"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Profession(Bully): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Gotcha.

I want to make sure I understand this correctly; now that Groglurk has taken damage I would do a separate check and gain a bonus equal to the damage taken?

Groglurk winced as the tribe laughs at his failure to wrangle the spider, “Don't yer laugh at me! de spider cheated!” He pressed a hand to the hole the spider’s fang left on his side and smiled at the thought of the scab that would form there.

He glared at the two gobbos that were proclaimed the bestest riders, That shant do. One has to be the bestest ridah goblin! Surely, they hadn't also been chosen by Zarongel? Neither of them even looked to have a decent amount of fleas.

Groglurk looked around and eyed the tree, specifically, the branch hanging over the fence. As the tiny gears in his head turned the plan formed in his mind’s eye: climb tree, jump out of tree, land on fence. Some of the gears were missing.

He raced over and started to climb up the tree.

Climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

We're finally getting out of here?! This is ah spiffing day! Jolly good show old bean.

Groglurk managed to pop 4 pimples on his neck while Loptop spoke. One is not ah baby he thought, I’m terribly sorry but one haven't bin ah baby for at least four sleeps now. He sat down and began scratching behind his oversized ears with his feet. Really getting in there, you know?

The sound of other goblins pulled his attention away from a particularly tasted bit of scab that Groglurk had come off with his toe nail.

“Wait...big spider? Oi 'ate spiders!” Groglurk jumped to his feet, growled a deep guttural growl and charged at the hideous beast. It loohks fancy these uhthers are having difficulty with this arachnid. Goodness me. He lunged at the thing and set to wrestling it to the ground, “Spiders are de worst bugs! they tink they can 'av more legs than goblin dawgs!”

CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Sorry about posting late. Internet was down all day yesterday.

quick edit: wow. What a start lol

Groglurk checkin' in an' ready ter finally be free av dis cage!

Hey, GM Drake, thanks for choosing Groglurk. I can't wait to dive into the game!

Yer got into de Kingmaker game, didn't yer? Yer jammy goblin dag. Rhonir did not.

Gettin' into a pbp game 'ere is loike gettin' a job oyt av college. It's an entry level posishun dat requires tree years av experience

Oi 'av been on de edge av me cage! Oi canny wait ter fend oyt if I'll be millin' for Zarongel's glory!

I really liked the idea of a hyena but, as I was writing up the character I realized that a goblin dog--specifically the plaguedog version--fit the character so much better.

Officially throwing Groglurk into the ring.

Note that I would eventually take Animal Ally and Boon Companion for a Goblin Dog mount with the Plaguedog variant found in "Goblins of Golarion."

I would make an Alias for him as well.

Rolling stats for Dragoon Fighter

4d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 5, 2) = 13
4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 2, 2) = 11
4d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 5, 4) = 12
4d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 5, 5) = 16
4d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 1, 2) = 11
4d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 1, 6) = 14

I think I'll build with the point buy.