Nah, I think I'm done. Again though, thanks~
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Thanks for taking the time to run this game, Terquem, I think you have a lot of potential as a GM. I've enjoyed playing with everyone, but this seems like a good time to stop, and quit while the game is ahead.
That's understandable, you've been with the game since December after all! Be seeing you, Surana~
*facepalm* I can't believe both Krevek and Surana went down (don't fail me now, Gruul!). And Mog is on the only thing that can move 200 ft. in a single round. Btw, I recommend this site for building maps. link
Rounding the corner on Chewy Bite'Ems, Mog points out Krevek and Surana to Gruul. "Ah, see! There they are Gruul! I told yer I'd find them." The Goblin smiles, only to be smacked by two darts. One happening to hit his buckler, the other piercing his shoulder.
Letting out a small shriek of pain, Mog angrily pulls the dart from his flesh, before shouting. "Ambush! Oi!"
"Sure am," says Mog, turning to face his Half-Orc friend. "Haven't spotted them yet fough. Fough I do figure they won't 'ave much trouble findin' me, not wile I'm up 'ere anyway." He pats the Goblin Dog beneath him, scratching behind its ear. The Goblin never did bother to check if it was a he or a she...
With the sun behind him, Mog rides towards the Cathedral at a leisurely pace, his musket slung across his back. The Goblin sits atop some sort of horrible, gaunt, rat-dog crossbreed monstrosity. The beast's only redeeming features is that it doesn't smell and that it appears to be the perfect size for its small rider. Arriving at the Cathedral, Mog looks around for Gruul and the two Adventurers.
Removed the pistol from equipment, and added the 300 gp
Mog only took the towels and the sheets, I don't think anyone took the clothes. This gemstone. You nearly convinced me I was crazy there for a second xD As for the merchant, Mog will tell him that he doesn't know, but since the pistol appears something like a blunderbuss, he could probably put whatever the heck he wanted into it... He also tells him that he wants payment first, before he potentially breaks it by shoving something stupid in there.
Actually, says Mog, digging into his bandolier and pulling out a small gemstone. "I've got a bit of work ter do on me own, right? I'm gonna go ter pawrn it off somewhere, I'll tell yer 'ow much I get." The Goblin smiles, quickly returning the gem to its place. "Heh. Maybe if we cop enough, right, we could afford a scryer, or at the least, I could cook up sumfink special. Yer know, should them free turn out ter be, how yer say, untrustworffy." He laughs, grinning from ear to ear, before moseying his way down the street, waving goodbye to the Half-Orc. "God be wiv yer, Gruul!"
Updated Mog to 2nd-Level. I also want Mog to try and pawn off his gemstone and strange pistol in the days prior to the meeting.
Sounds like a plan xD And I did look back just now~ The other thing was to find Surana and Krevek again and bring them to scary guard lady (Hermione).
Gonna be perfectly honest here. I don't actually remember if we -had- anything else to do xD
Oh hey, I just realized that I missed the part about leveling up xD I suppose Gruul and I will do it when this encounter is over. Btw, Mog is down 3 hit points still.
Mog turns to Gruul after the men are done speaking. "Well, Gruul. Wiv a description like that, we might be able ter nab some sort of scryer 'oo could find them for us. It could be expensive fough."
In the back of his mind, Mog thinks, Hey, what if the guys with the cart were the original kidnappers?
Mog follows behind Gruul, allowing him to do all the talking.
*arrives in a crack of thunder* New house and new internet! Lets rock, rock on!
Mog motions for Gruul to lead the way.
Don't wait on me. My internet access is minimal until July. *posting from hotel internet*
Hey friends, I'm going to be moving with my family a few states up. Unfortunately this means packing everything up, etc. I should be able to post, but otherwise my activity will be reduced until the beginning of July.
"Wotcher ffink, Gruul?" Asks Mog, walking over to the half-orc as the clerics rush past him. "Absalom is a big place, we can't just go askin' if anyone 'as seen a she-dwarf."
Mog stares off into space, thinking to himself. After a short while he answers. "Aye. And take the halflin' wiv yer, it'll be quicker that way. I'll stay 'ere."
Mog abandons his 'post' to investigate the empty cartridges. Pulling out the strange pistol from earlier, he tries to see if this is the kind of ammo it uses.
Before daring to approach the Clerics, Mog looks around first to see if there's anything dangerous. "Me gun is loaded, Gruul. I'll keep an eye out, yer go see if they're alive."
"Yes, sir!" says Mog. He follows Gruul on his way out the door. "So! Back to the cathedral then, mate? Find the chuffin' dwarf?"
Mog, of course, dutifully follows behind Gruul.
"Well, lets go then!" Says Mog, hopping down from his seat.
I suppose I should've thought about potential consequences for taking stuff from the catacombs xD
"Heh! We discovered sumfink dahn there awright; a blue witch, a tark, a low-born, a she-dwarf, and goblins! And them were all the bloomin' least of us worries!" Mog takes a swig of his drink and sets it back down, before leaning in close. "I'll tell yer, we seen some fings dahn there that the like of this world 'as never seen. Then he smiles and plomps back down in his chair. "It's quite the regalin' tale I assure yer, but...!" Mog picked up his drink and finished what was left in it. "I spose we'd ought ter clear us name for anyfink them uvver gobs might've nicked. I don't quite fancy a day in the bleedin' puddles, much less free."
Lets just say that shooting them all would cost Mog -more- money than it would to send them on their way with a few pieces.
So about these Goblins~! Mog was thinking about giving them some gold, the towel and sheet bag, and sending them to live in the mostly abandoned Precipice Quarter.
Mog was already heading back to the gobs back in the chamber. He had towels for them, and he still needed to find a place for them to stay.
"I fink we've seen enough," chimes Mog.
Added~ That brings Mog up to 650 XP!
Mog literally throws himself away from the boxes, deftly avoiding the bolt of electricity. The goblin lets out a low whistle. "Wew! Blimey! Dodged a bullet there!"
Dumping out the drawer with the tools and replacement parts, Mog tries randomly putting the pieces together. Leaving the other drawer mysteriously untouched. He quickly gets frustrated with this, however, and leaves the pile of parts on the floor. Getting up, the Goblin instead goes to explore the boxes with knobs. After a brief perusal of their features, he decides that it's of the utmost importance to see if all of the dials and knobs can turn, and proceeds to test every single one of them.
Having finished with the sink, Mog follows the rest of the group into the room. After having been startled by the caged monsters, Mog grumbles to himself and heads over to the workbench to rifle through it.
Mog throws his arms in the air, "Success!"
Mog attempts to push and play around with the spot, in the hopes that it's part of the pump mechanism. Failing that, he'll stick his hand down the drain.
Mog goes ahead of the group and inspects the sink.
Reclaiming his towel bag and shoving the strange 'pistol' into his bandoleer, Mog again takes his place at the rear of the group. "Yer know, yer lot never said why yer were dahn 'ere in the first place. Now I know it ain't me place ter pry or anyfink... But the bloomin' church upstairs, right, and more importantly, the captain,are gonna want answers. So if yor expectin' us ter vouch for yer free... Ya get wot I'm sayin'?" Mog clears his throat, speaking slightly louder than before. "Because the dwarf is probably up there already, tellin' them all sorts of stories of wot she seen dahn 'ere."
"Looks ter me like a pistol," chimes in Mog. "I never understood 'ow them fings worked..."
Mog stays where he is, but he does take a look around.
Mog continues to backpedal, until his back is against the wall. He blinks rapidly in a poor attempt to try and clear his head. Eventually, he resorts to violently shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. "If we spot sumfink like that again, don't let it touch yer," mumbles Mog.
Mog steps back and reloads
Pounded on the head by the undead woman's double-fisted hammer, Mog stumbles backwards.
Dive rolling into the room, Mog lands in a crouch and fires at the undead creature.
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