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"Longshankses be getting away!" Mogmurch shouts as he points... but only for a moment, before he retrieves a vial and downs the contents. He begins to run across the clearing, then throws himself forward as if tripped... and flies along above the ground.
Spying the nearest wagon, Mogmurch decides to be "clever" and tries to quietly duck behind it, out of sight, thinking to circle around and surprise them from the other side. Of course, he completely fails to consider that he'll be plainly visible, since the bottom of the wagon is taller than he is...
Mogmurch nods enthusiastically. "And truffles! We no forget truffles!"
"What's he saying, Poog? Did Toady fall down the well?"
"Stoopid goblins what can't keep score! Mogmurch clearly better straw-thing-shooter-upper than Poog!" He eyes the white stone, sniffs it, licks it, and is just trying to bite it as Squealy comes tearing into camp. "Wuzzit?" he asks Poog.
A grin splits Mogmurch's face as the ogre ignites.
"Shut up, you no win!" With that pronouncement, Mogmurch levels his firework at one of the two remaining horses.
Mogmurch looks over at Trimple and points at the crowd. "Hey, how many pointses we get for Birdcrunchers? They be muchly more fun than straw dogs! Dogs no run and scream!"
Awesome! Have fun!
Mogmurch snickers at Poog, then sticks his tongue out one side of his mouth, holds the firework at arm's length with both hands, and squints at the target until the next ember discharges.
"Yes! Woohoo! Gots me one!"
Mogmurch whacks Poog upside the head. "We sposed to use firesticks, doofus!" he says as he holds his firework out for Trimple to light it. "Mogmurch win over everyones throwing booms but me play fair!" He waggles the now-sputtering end of the star candle in Poog's face. "You do too!" He swings it around and points at one of the dogs just as the first ember discharges.
Unfortunately, he isn't quite finished turning when the firework goes off, and his shot misses wildy.
Munkle looks a bit worried. "Two winners, one price. You share." she says and runs away. Mogmurch gives Munkle a toothy smile and Chuffee a manly... err, gobliny... hug. "Be no problem, we friends, we share! Or if too small for to share, Chuffee can have, longs Mogmurch gets food!" He looks around. "Searslee, nobody else be starving??" He doesn't look impressed by the star candles. "These be okay for funsies me guess," he says as he puts the business end of one up to his eye to look inside, "but let Magmurch throw bombs be much better! Straw go everywhere!"
Mogmurch spurs his dog and goes tearing down the hill...
... at the last moment yanking back on its head to force it to jump...
... and the two soar smoothly over the brier patch. Looking back over his shoulder, he hoots and points at the hapless Poog. "Bestly stick to walking!"
Mogmurch laughs and points at one of the silly-looking gnome stand-ins. "Me think Mogmurch date his sister once!" He quickly whips out a vial, shakes it wildly, and throws it...
... in a nicely aimed arc towards the target...
... which explodes gloriously. "Hoo! Maybe Poog okay squash hitterer but Mogmurch bestest squash blower-upper!"
Hooting in delight, Mogmurch tears up the ridge with the lead group. "If that be bestest ever then me be stupid longshanks!"
One fist full of neck fur and the other gripping at the top of the head, Mogmurch kicks his heels into the goblin dog's sides. With a yelp it leaps forward, racing towards the mud pit. At the last moment, Mogmurch kicks again and yanks back on the dog's head...
... and hoots with delight as the pair sail across the mud pit. Turning back to look over his shoulder, he laughs at the now-muddy cleric. "Good job Poog!"
Mogmurch shakes his head. "Squealy Nord be pig. This be goblin dog. Muchly different."
Mogmurch rises and, with a sigh, ambles over to a goblin dog. "Why is point for contest contest always contest? We already prove we best to be chieftains. Mogmurch miss Licktoads, no be stupid like Birdcrunchers." Nonetheless, he struggles onto dogback. Then he leans over and stage-whispers at Chuffee. "Course you maybe win. Reta be tops for fight and smash but ride dog fast, who know! Maybe you win, maybe Poog win, maybe Mogmurch win!"
"Yay, go Reta," Mogmurch says without enthusiasm as he stares towards the feast table. "Bring back food when you done."
Sprawled out in a rotted stump he'd repurposed as a throne, Mogbmurch stifles a yawn. "Borrrinnng! When be food?!" And then, a sudden spark of interest as he sits up and leans forward expectantly, eyes glimmering. "Unless Mogmurch can throw firebooms instead!"
And we're off! (Boy howdy, there's an understatement!) And welcome to our new Reta B.B.!
Mogmurch nods at Chuffy. "Yep, bestest ever for sure! Only 'ceptings Poog no dance worth poop!" he adds as he points and then doubles over with laughter.
I'm fine any time, just need to update the alias for the third iteration of Moggy. Should be done by the time we have a new Reta. Gonna miss you, Lekku. Good games, enjoyed it! And yes, thanks GM for running this!
"Oh, somebodies wanna play!" cries Mogmurch as he shakes and throws another vial...
... but his foot slips on a patch of moss and upsets the pitch.
Okay, done.
"Needs more fireball!" Mogmurch shouts as he runs to leap up on the ersatz bridge. Pulling a vial as he runs, he shakes it violently and then lobs it at the owlbear.
Well, I haven't yet found the sheet from WBG, so I'm not sure what we did for that one. (I've changed computers since then and it might still be on the old machine.) But I don't have a PC to apply this one to, so I guess PFSID #114511-3 -- which is non-existent -- will have to do. Unless you can't write it up for a PC not yet created? In which case I guess you can skip me.
Would this work the same as before, such that it can be applied to any PC in that range? I don't have one I'd want to use it on just now, but I could put it in my folder for possible future use.
"Cripsy-fried 'riginal recipe!" Mogmurch yells as a battle cry as he runs towards the birds, pulling a vial and shaking it as he goes, then throwing it as he skids to a stop.
"Heyheyleggo!" Mogmurch shouts as he tries to shake off the ferret.
"Mogmurch make crispy-fried raccoon!" the alchemist shouts as he yanks a flask free. Then his eyes dart to Poog, judging distance.
"Hey stoopid, no stand so close!" he complains as he jams the flask into a pocket, grabs his club, and rushes forward.
Mogmurch squints in the ferret's direction, then frowns. "That no be dog, that some baby raccoon what got stretched out by dog yanking on tail! Or something." He glances around to see what else looks interesting.
Mogmurch does a little victory dance.
"HAH!" Mogmurch yells as he attempts to slam his club down on the dog's head. -Posted with Wayfinder
Mogmurch almost falls over laughing as he points at Reta. "Hey you! Feets go on bottom okay!"
"Dogses bad! Dogses evil! Dogses gotsta die! Me come help, Chuffy! We flank evilousness together!" Running to get into position, Mogmurch takes a swing at the dog as he comes alongside Chuffy.
"Yeah, Mogmurch too and burning other stuffs. But me think was something else to remember," he says, tapping his chin while staring skyward. "Look, that cloud look like ogree!"
Mogmurch, moping a little because he burned the ogrees too but went unacknowledged, brightens immediately. "Yesses! Burn more! Burn muchly!" Then he stops bouncing and frowns in thought. Or an attempt at thought, anyway. "Waits, we gotsta do something else than burn the ogrees? Right?"
"Go Chuffy!" Mogmurch jumps up an down, pumping a fist in the air.
"Hey, no hidey in mud like pig! Stand up so we can burns you!" Mogmurch dashes over and scrambles up on one of the derelict boats to get a better view of the stream.
"Mogmurch see if you burns other wayses!" So saying, he snaps a flask of acid free from his belt and hurls it at Pa (lower right corner).
-Posted with Wayfinder
Mogmurch blinks at Chuffy. "You gots crazies in the head now? Mogmurch no hit you! Me hit, you know! Go whine at Poog!" -Posted with Wayfinder
Mogmurch begins laughing wickedly as he grabs at his new necklace. "Mogmurch see if ogrees make good bonfireses!" Yanking one of the baubles from the set, he points his finger at the ogre, and a ball of searing flame shoots forth.
"No, really?!" Mogmurch answers Reta in mocking tones.
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