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Isz quietly follows the group until Kobold finishes clearing something up with the DM.

Isz looks up from the scorpion he was chewing on.

"oh yes, I'm in. Let's do this!"

Isz the Mad wrote:

Well, that explains why he disappeared from the game I'm running.
Isz nudges Ripnok after the death threat subsides and says "Dybia e jyst alwedig ni Gremlins."
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"Fyn a est alen dies?" Ripnok says with confused expression.

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"Awron awron, a agwedd ydy fel Choblynnod git'n'n ddrwg chymeriad. Atfydd dydy chyflawnder i mewn eiddo gwrteithia."

He flashes Jesail a big, toothy smile.

"Hello, gremlin."

Jesail pauses for a moment looking at the two little creatures and decides not to attack. "IF you say they are friendly then I will leave them alone, as long as they stay friendly" He turns to Oren.

"I am Jesail Ash. Grand inquisitor of the lady Shelyn. I fight to preserve beauty and love across the land. I believe that Sarenrae and Shelyn's goals are not to far apart so if you don't mind, I'd consider you a brother in that regard. Now what is our first task? Hunting Pugwampi?" Jesail turns to look at Almah.

Note on appearance. Jesail is tall, about 6' 6". HE wears a fine emboidered velvet cloak and rugged traveling clothes underneath. His most unique feature is his hair and skin. His skin is very pale and his hair is almost white with a hue of green to it. He wears his hood, Like in is avatar pic, His exposed hair seems to be flowing as if there was a good breeze blowing it, but you are inside the tent.

Mathpro is out of town. :-(. He wont be posting for a while so I guess wee gotta wait.

Well, that explains why he disappeared from the game I'm running.

It seems I'll be away on the 4th, off in the mountains and far away from anything that even looks remotely like an internet signal.

Probably on the 3rd and the 5th too, as those are traveling days.

... I didn't read the players guide until just a couple of days ago ...

There's a player's guide? That might come in handy. Where would one find such a thing?

Once Maroosa posts we'll move on. Don't worry we don't mind waiting for you Kiradia. On a side note kesh will be leaving the party and Shanosuke will be bringing in something else. So in the interest of fairness does anyone else want to change their characters, I mean its only fair to offer. I think this party is working out really well actually.

No, but I may switch up Isz's personality some. More John Chriton and less Abe Simpson.

I have never heard of Pugwampi's. Wouldn't they have left tracks if they were responsible? Perhaps we have someone that could follow their tracks.

"They walk in single file, to hide their numbers...or am I thinking of someone else. Hmm"

Isz attempts to clear his mind enough to come up with something useful.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Ripnok gets a confused expression on his face and says "What is a Pugwhatzits?

Isz replies in Goblin

Anyone watching now sees two Goblins playing with daggers.

Turns out Goblins speak grammatically inaccurate Welsh.

Isz snags the attention of the nearby Ripnok.

"I have two theories. The first is that it was the Nazis and they, in fact, have the jade monkey. The second is that that guy knows something, as supported by these."

He points out his discovery, a set of very faint foot prints leading to a man who seems to be studying the party at a distance. He's wearing armor and a long curved sword.

"The jade monkey will be ours."

Isz knows his way around fiery disasters and decides to launch his own investigation of the area, specifically looking for the starting point of the blaze, possible incendiary device, or anything that seems out of place.

Perception 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Isz doesn't even flinch at the swinging stick, and smiles approvingly at Cahal's words.

"I cannot speak for Goblins where he comes from, but where I come from desert folk are too tawny and dry to bother with. Besides, if I wanted your goat, I would have snapped its neck and snagged it from the dead pile later rather than listen to your racist prattling, which I notice you didn't start until after I was done helping you. You're welcome, by the way. I can't begin to tell you how many of my kin died so your adventurers could snag a little gold or experience and leave the bodies to rot. Go write a book."

Without waiting for a response he than marched of to find Ripnok so he could talk junk about the humanoids in Goblin.

With a lifetime of experience tackling other creatures from behind, Isz stops a measured distance from the goat and lunges, both hands going for the horns...

1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

Isz looked at the situation, and for a moment spreading the flames crossed his mind...but no, he needed the others to survive. Catching the animals, that was more his speed.

He looked around and spotted a goat that had gotten into a spilled bag of grain and was happily feasting on its ill gotten goods. Isz figured he could probably sneak up and snag the creature and drag it back to its pen.
Isz doesn't have handle animal and it's trained only, so I'm shooting for a stealth to get close followed by a grapple.

Like a shadow, Isz pours himself along the nearby structures, not so much walking as pouring himself towards the unwitting ungulate
Stealth:1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Cahal's eyes widen terribly as he listens to the two goblins. Then he bursts out: "Ah! Ah! Ah! You two are the weirdest goblins I've ever met. Well, I never had long conversations so to speak... Did you get morphed in goblins for bad behaviour by the Packmasters? Let me guess... Gnomes, right?! Ah! Ah! Ah! Anyway, a slave is a slave is a companion. As long as you don't try to eat me, we can work something out! ...

Isz turns his head towards Cahal and replies with a grin.

"Why yes, Gnomes...in fact I think I remember seeing you there, weren't you the big smelly ape?"

than continues with the conversation he was having

"So tell me, Isz. What do you plan when we reach our destination? What role will you play in our merry little group?"

"Plan? There is no plan. I am a decent sneak and a thief, but closer to 'Oliver Twist' meets 'Gremlins' than 'Ocean's Elevan', y'know? Right now it benefits me to work with the group. So, that's where I am today. Tomorrow? Everyone knows that there's no such thing as tomorrow."

"Home is where the hear is, and if my heart is never at rest, I'm forever at home. Occasionally I stand still a little longer than I'd like."

The collar marks on his neck are evident for a moment as he reaches for a passing beetle. He crunches on it as he continues

"But I usually find my way to the wandering path again."

“Some of us, like you, are called travel in order to serve a faith.
Some, like her” he gestured towards the slave girl “are are called to travel to follow orders.
Some are called to travel in order to escape
Some are called to travel to get home
and some” he referenced his well-worn boots “are simply called to travel.
Of course, calling or not, it's madness to cross the desert alone. When it was time to move I simply joined up with the first caravan I saw.

And yourself?”

He still felt the heat, but he didn't care about it as much. With the return of his endurance, so came his mind.

"Thank you Bones, I'll be sure to pay more attention to the readings from the surface before I beam down with an away party in the future."

He than scuttled off to catch and snap up a few lizards and scorpions, gnaw on a cactus (the trick is to chew a lot) and drink as necessary from his water skin.

Finally he made his way beck to the cleric, taking advantage of the invite by Oren. With half of a particularly fat lizard in one hand and a slice of wanderbread in the other, he sat with the cleric.

This is someone he wanted to stay on the good side of if he was to survive out here. He figured he'd best start with some kind words.

"S'up" Isz said with a big, toothy Goblin grin "I hope no one eats you today."

Sorry, Isz it was a little unclear if we knew each other. If we do then it will change the way I approach it but it seemed from your backstory that we didn't which is cool. I just didn't know.

My bad for not making it clear in my back story. You worked for an Alchemest and I delivered supplies to alchemy labs, befriending those I found there. It's entirely possible and plausible we're on a first name basis. In the interest of avoiding a re-write, perhaps we can just say it's been some months since we last crossed paths and need to get re-acquainted.

I'm leaving our level of familiarity entirely in your court.

Isz'd Flounderbag Kickaholeinthesoup reflected upon the weather as he stood in line for a shower and chewed on some jerky he found in a saddle bag earlier. Though he had been born in the lush jungles far from here, he had been surviving in this desertscape for quite some time, most of it traveling in one form or another. He had long since adapted to the weather, still, he had grown a certain distaste for mid day. It's largely why he traveled by night whenever he could.
He reflected upon his attire. A leather armor vest built to allow him to breath over a layer of lighter cloth, light green in color that tied off at the wrists and his boots. It almost seemed madness to cover this much skin in the heat, but as was explained to him when he first arrived in this climate, it's far better to bake than fry. The searing heat he felt when he touched the top of his leather cap was evidence of this. "I'm hot" he thought "but I'm not burning". The cap had a strap that hung down on each side of his head and a large pair of goggles affixed to the front. They had no glass, but he liked the look. He had seen it in a dream once...humans wearing these as they rode upon great iron bird-like constructs.
Beyond his style of dress, he seemed a common enough Goblin. Three feet tall almost exactly. His skin was the standard brownish-green of the jungle tribes, and his eyes were a burning deep orange-red. His left ear bore two cheep rings. Proof of the two tests of manhood his people put all the young men through. When he moved just right, you could also see the marks from his former collar still healing on his neck.
As much as he hated traveling by day, at least he was making steady distance from the charred remains of the alchemical supply lab and his former master. He wondered if anyone ever found his collar, hastily pried apart with a screwdriver among the wreckage.
He vividly remembered the flames, accented with bizarre colors and smells from the chemicals and potions in the lab. It was glorious, and the heat was so close he could still feel it...so...hot...
The sun pushed him past his limit and he dropped to one knee. Head swimming and more than a little ashamed of his weakness he stood fully again and moved to the other line.

...Usually I'm more involved in character creation and the pre-game. This just happens to coincide with an unusually busy couple of days. (effectively rebuilding the chicken coop since the used one we got was in such a state of disrepair. I've also building a new pigeon loft for a new feathered friend that I'll be receiving on Saturday) really, it's weird for me to be this busy and preoccupied. I do hope I can make it up in-game.

In a pinch Isz would probably help her steal some...for a price.

...The trick is to order the pizza before indulging in pesh. Otherwise you end up blowing way too much cash on cini-sticks and buffalo wings.

Ripnok is probably one of the oddest goblins you have ever seen. He wears glasses and speaks in a very cultured and verbose tongue. He is constantly fiddling with an array of vials, potions and tonics that he carries in numerous pouches and pockets. He seems to mutter to himself quite a bit and occasionally will brighten suddenly and make an exclamation such as "That's it!" or "Of Course!", and then invariably you will hear some sort of fizzing or small explosion as he combines several items. He is very happy to talk to anyone who will talk with him chatting at length about any topic. He seems genuinely and pleasantly surprised that anyone would give him a second thought. What with him being a slave and all.

Which Isz does often enough. It's nice to cut loose and speak in one's native tongue. Their conversations can be surprisingly sophisticated, as they have both Goblins have the same int modifier. Though Isz lacks special training, he effectively has all of youtube running in his head so he can get technical on scientific subjects and come up with a few really good points before moving on to the subject of ghost riding one's camel.

Isz seemed unusually friendly for a Goblin last week when he joined the party by simply sitting down with them in at the stereotypical tavern. No one heard him approach, so his skills as a sneak were apparent, and he spent much of the night buying everyone food and drink (with slightly singed bills) to win their favor. He even offered to teach everyone to play a new card game called "poker". When accepted by the group, he seemed particularly enthusiastic about traveling far and fast.