Any chance we will be continuing this sometime soon? It's been a few weeks since we have heard from you GM and I am concerned it has fallen off the radar.
I hope everything is alright with you.
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"That is some crazy bacon there. I hope this makes it crispy!" he cackles as he moves around the animal and tosses another 'splody at the swine!
"Spread out! Somehow they breath fire!" he hollers after tossing his own fire!
Mog creeps closer, scanning for danger, but finding none, the toothy grin beneath his skull mask grows wide. He tosses one of his famously 'splody gourds at the pig just as the others close in.
Mog skitters quietly off to the side of Chuffy, staying back so as not to spoil his approach.
He looks at Rita and Poog and sticks his tongue out playfully, holding one of his 'splody gourds, ready to toss it when they are ready to attack.
"We be clever little gobbos and kill them good using smarts." Mog offers with a twisted grin. He then grabs the map and looks at it with only the briefest of glances before rushing out to find the path to the ogre. He calls back to his group from the trail, "That many others with Munch makes the fight different. We be sneaky and look before we fight. Right?" He then motions for the others to catch up. "We be eating good after this. Fire Pigs! Ogres! Even a horse weasel! YUM!!"
"Ogre meats! I'm up, I'm up! Let's go get that ogre!" Mog says excitedly. "We've never had ogre meats before! I bet we can feast for the whole day or more!" Mog adjusts his skull mask and then stands at the back of the group, letting Chuffy move in closer to Rita. He practically vibrates with anticipation. "Point us to Pa Munchmeat! What can you tell us about him before we face him? He have any friends with him?"
Best wishes on the move!
Mog looks at Rita and Poog as they eye the necklace, and with a wicked gleam in his eye he grabs it before either can take it. Grinning wildly, he says "You take the potion of no-burning. That way when I throw fireball, you no burn." He then takes a potion of cure moderate wounds, and the 5 ounces of sovereign glue.
Mog seems quite satisfied with the election results. I never wanted to win. I am just glad I didn't come in last... heh, Chuffy. he thinks to himself, a wide smirk growing on his face as he casts a glance over to Chuffy. He quickly grabs up much of the gifts of food, and cackles with the occasional snort at any and all goblins that light themselves on fire. "I've done that!" he says proudly to the others. He thoroughly enjoys the night and at one point leans close to Poog, asking, "So, big chief, what's in the trunk? If there's big chief 'splodies, you gots to share."
Mog suddenly realizes his mistake as the goblin clan cheers and groans when he climbs out. "Damn! Now I went and won this thing! I don't want to be chief! Maybe Rita or Poog will kill enough eagles to still come out on top! he thinks to himself. "Come on you puny pie swimmers! Break those beaks! Flay those feathers! You want to loose to me?!?" he hollers from the sidelines. He grabs a 'splody from his belt, wipes off any bits of pie residue on it, and thinks, I wonder what would happen if this suddenly found its way into the pie while all the other goblins aren't paying attention to me? Nah... I promised Rita I wouldn't.
"No 'splody you!" Mogmurch says. Then with a quick flex of his now freed limbs, he reaches over and unties Poog. "Now we ALL free! Burn the feathers time!" he shouts as he scrambles free of the pie. Rita can be the new chief. As long as she listens to my smarts that is.
Mog stops wriggling, then just looks at the other goblins, a hard edge coming to his normally maniacal expression. "GET...ME...OUT of here! Then we roast the feather heads faster, together!"
Mog continues struggling to escape...
...but try as he might, the bindings refuse to come loose. Oh for the luv of... this is not making me look like a chief. "Hey! Come on and help a gobo out! Then we watch the birdies burn together!", he bleats out to the others.
"Free me Rita! I'll cook them birds up good!" Mog pleads as he tries to wrestle free...
...in vain.
"ROCK TOSS TIME!" Mogmurch shouts out as he picks up a nearby stone from the ground. He quickly throws it at the stirge he failed to finish off with his last attack.
"I like your boom stick Poog! Time to burn more for me!" He winds up his arm comically, ready to let loose another 'splody. With a toothy grin he says, "He beak face! Catch!"
"Even when I miss I burn them!" Mogmurch laughs as his first 'splody goes off target to splash a different stirge. He quickly grabs for another 'splody and throws it at different pair of stirges farther away. "Come on and kill these beasties!" he hollers to the others.
Mogmurch cackles his agreement with Poog, "HAhaHA! YES! BURN them be BEST!" before grabbing a vial from his belt, boldly stepping forward and throwing one of his famous 'splodies at a cluster of stirges, aiming for one to receive the vial in full...
Mog is present and accounted for on the first slide as requested. I put him in the fist slot, then thought better of it and moved him to third. ;)
♫•*¨*•."Chuffy the bestest at bird shooting"♫•*¨*•. Mog says in a small, yet still mocking, sing song voice. "Just point me in the right direction, and I will kill a bird too! Just you watch!"
But try as he might, Mog just can't tell where the birds are with the hooting and chattering of all the nearby goblins. He shoots anyway, hoping to hit Chuffy for his boasting if nothing else.
FINALLY hearing the birds loud enough to locate them, Mog spins again and lets loose an arrow...
...but much preferring his bombs, his arrow flies completely off the mark!
Proudly accepting a blindfold and a bow and arrows, Mogmurch spins around as if absolutely sure where the birds are...
...and even though he completely fails to sense them, he deftly pulls one arrow from the pack and randomly lets it fly anyway with a wide grin. "Arrow away!" he shouts enthusiastically! The audience is not nearly as enthused or confident in Mogmurch after the arrow sinks into the helmet/broken pot of a spectator.
Snapping and gnashing his sharp teeth at the poking, Mogmurch snarls and blinks his eyes awake over the next few moments. "Stop the poking! I'm hungry and I'll eat your fingers!" Rolling over and quickly getting to his feet, the littlest goblin shifts his eye patch from his left eye to his right, then sets his familiar skull mask back to covering his face. "Yeah, yeah, we're awake. I guess it's time to start, eh?"
Seeing the reactions of the tribe and hearing the compliments they lavish on Sprattleharsh, Mog grins and nods his head in silence. She sounds wicked and smart. My kinda big boss! As long as she lets me burn and 'splode things when I want, I will chief for her... 'till we burn and 'splode her that is. Then Rita be big boss. She wicked and smart too, and Chuffy and Poog like her best anyway. "You bet we will be chiefs for you! We show that ogre not to mess with Birdcrunchers!" he says with a fist pump laden with a 'splody vial! He looks to his friends, the 'splodies on his belt, and then to the faces of Chuffy, Rita and Poog, his wicked grin growing so wide his head seems to threaten to fall open. "You heard her! Let's have some fun. What shall we burn, stab, bash, and 'splode first?! Whatever it is, we should eat it too. I'm hungry! We can worry 'bout the biggun and his fire pigs after we eat!"
Thanks for your patience everyone and I am sorry for any trouble you may have had with my sudden and unexpected absence. Life took a scary turn for a bit, but we are weathering it and I am finally back and ready to have some much needed fun/distractions from the all too serious stuff we all deal with day to day. Now, lets get to some goblin craziness! Goblins fo'eva! \,,/(◣_◢)\,,/
Mogmurch's eyes shift from side to side, narrowing as the others chatter on about their own great qualities. He then grins wickedly as a thought crosses his mind. I suppose life could be worse than joining another group of victims to test my 'splodies on. His grin quickly vanishes and he steps forward to speak. "You be scared of something, though me no think it be us you scared of. What you be scared of?" he demands.
Sorry to everyone for my lack of posting recently. Life has really ticked up much more than normal; and it really has been impacting my ability to post for the last few days. I should be able to catch up Sunday, but I do still want to apologize. Feel free to bot me as needed so as not to delay the group.
Mogmurch begins to salivate...well...salivates more than usual at the sight of the many fireworks. "Such beauty. Such majesty. Such angelic purity unlike anything I have ever... err, um... *cough!* That's some great 'splodies we gots here!" he stammers. He quickly dives for the lid, slamming it shut before any of his thieving friends can grab for the fireworks. He smiles and rolls his eyes to the ceiling as he speaks "We better get these back to the chief! Wouldn't want to have any go missing before we get there so let's keep this shut for now. After all we have 10 Desnan candles, 15 paper candles and five skyrockets in there..." It's not like they're smart enough to count...are they?
"OWW! Watch where you poke that stick!" Mog exclaims before grinning as he realizes his hurts have vanished. "Hey! That feels better! Thanks Poog! Forget what the others say, you are alright." Looking over at the dead Vorka, Mog gets a what he thinks is a great idea. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Mog suggests, "Hey Chuffy, you can still eat Vorka's eyes and fingers, but I bet we get big reward for her head if we bring it back along with the sparkly 'splody fireworks." Mog then searches for whatever they were supposed to bring back, though truth be told, he barely remembers.
Absolutely understood, and always take whatever time you need. This is game is just for fun, and important life situations always take precedence. That said, I am glad things have begun to calm down a bit and I hope you come back to this for the enjoyment and not a sense of responsibility. You have enough of that on your shoulders already. Now, welcome back to the show!
"Get her Chuffy! Stabby Stab and then stab her some more!" Mog waits for Chuffy to move to flank Vorka before he attacks.
His attack misses, being more of a distraction from the wind of its passing than from any actual threat of it connecting.
Mogmurch steps to the side and readies his attack for when Chuffy moves into flank Vorka. "We got you now Vorka!"
I hope your vacation is going wonderfully Poog. We seem to have stalled a bit, so I hope everyone else is doing well too. Cheers!
As if reading Poog's mind, Mogmurch sticks his tongue out at the frog near Rita. "You ugly even by ugly frog standards." he says, hoping the frong knows what standards are.
"YAY! BAD SPIDERS GONE!" shouts the littlest goblin from atop the stairs. Seeing Chuffy stand, he runs back down to help flank Vorka, but not before throwing his last gourd at her head.
As he races by Rita he shouts to Poog. "YOU SAVE RITA POOG! ZARONGEL BE PROUD OF YOU!"
Mog screams as the spiders bite him, "BAD SPIDERS! NO! BITE VORKA INSTEAD!" and he tries to move past the wicked goblin cannibal and run up the stairs past Rita to throw one more gourd.
"Ouch! Spiders is no good!" he wails as the spiders run over him, stinging him with their poisonous bites. Somehow he endures the poison and steps from the swarm to throw a gourd filled with caustic liquid at the hated Vorka!
Angry as angry gets, Mog moves past Lord Longtongue and over near Poog before he throws his last bomb at Vorka! "Burn Vorka! Burn!"
Feel better Rita! Breathing is important! It rates top marks in my book of favorite things to do. Seriously though, I feel for you.
So for day job, would I roll the day job of the NPC(as in Craft Alchemy for Mog) or the day job of the character that will get credit?
I can pick up the pace for certain. I recently moved and things have been slower than normal for me, but the hardest stuff is mostly behind me now. BTW... YAY for dayjobs and pregens! I am glad to hear that. Cheers!
"YOU CACKLING WRETCH! I'M BLIND!" and with that, Mog blindly steps forward while flailing his club in vain at the nearby frog!
Poog sure is brave! This time... "Hey! You really ugly Vorka, and not in the good way either." taunts the littlest goblin. Spoiler: Mog quickly grabs a small gourd from his belt and swigs its contents down.
Then he rushes down to aid Poog, not wanting to be left out of the fight.
"Snap at me will you!? Take this Pooch!" Mog lets out with the quietest yowl he can manage! He swings his club with great accuracy, and one again seems to connect with the slavering beast's snout.
Mogmurch runs past his friends and the dog and comes into a flank on the pup with Chuffy. "Mogmurch the bravest of the brave! Time to die Mr. Mange!"
Mog throws a rock at the dog but, startled by the sudden disappearance of Poog, he misses.
"Lets go up! We find fire and s'plodies!" Mog says as he kicks the dead hound for good measure. He reaches down and retrieves his codpiece, waggling it for effect and grinning widely. "Heh heh." is all he says as he puts it back in place. He listens along with Poog, and does his best to remain quiet.
Amen DD. I hope you get a chance to do it soon. |