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Folks, I'm taking a few days off from gaming to consider whether or not to continue to support this company and its platform. Paizo has poisoned the well with empty political virtue-signalling, and I'm deeply disappointed. All lives matter, including black ones. To me that's not a banal slogan or a conviction that ought to be the sole purview of any one political ideology. Not looking for an argument. Just... done.
"So, my Birdcruncher brothers and sisters," Mogmurch looks around at his future subjects, "where can a fella get his claws on things that go boom?"
You could apply one of the Chronicles from the games you're currently GMing, Debt to the Quah or Treason's Chains. You can apply any Chronicle to a level 1 PC. Just change the gold earned to 500gp. And the Day Job roll is based on the pregen's appropriate skill, if any, not on the PC that you're applying the credit to.
"Chieftain Moot?" Mogmurch asks. "Do ya eat it like a pie, or do ya drink it like warm ale?"
Slide updated. (The Chronicle can be applied to PCs level 2-4.) = 20gp
Just checking in. No rush.
Updated Mogmurch's Character Sheet and Tagline.
Perfect. Thanks. Ready for We Be Goblins Too!
"Sorry, Gupy." Mogmurch trips over his own feet. "Gotta go." "I think that witch and her frog did something awful to me." He races away before the princess can object.
Downtime: Pregenerated characters can participate in Downtime activities as long as they have the appropriate skills to do so. See Appendix 4: After the Adventure for more details. For your reference.
No change for me. When playing a pregen, you may make a day job roll if the pregen has a skill that permits a day job check. It's based on the pregen, not the assigned PC.
"Yeah, we brought all of Vorka's boom-boom," Mogmurch says, dumping out the chest that Reta opens. "We be heroes." During his downtime, Mogmurch sets up a still, crafting a strange brew he christens 'Orange Goblin Whiskey Leech.' He sells it to every goblin whelps who can produce a fake ID, till his inventory is depleted.
Definitely want to continue, and I'm happy to do so as soon as everybody's ready. I'm GMing the subtier 15-16 table of the Special right now, so my brain hurts a bit, but not too bad. This is a pleasant diversion. You've done a great job, GM! You were born for this.
Mogmurch pulls a hollow gourd from his pants, pops the cork off with a thumb, and downs an extract. When that fails to bring him back to full strength, he downs one of his two remaining potions.
Rifling through Vorka's stuffs, Mogmurch looks up at Reta's suggestion. "Yeah, let's find them fireworkses."
*BURP!* Head and upper torso half-swallowed inside the giant frog's cavernous mouth, Mogmurch returns to consciousness with a belch. "What happened?"
Poog snatch's Mogmurch's slippery soul from certain roadkill. The unconscious goblin is mercifully oblivious to the close call.
"UGH!" Mogmurch falls, crunched between the toothless gums of the giant frog
Trusting his good buddy Chuffy to deal with the giant frog, Mogmurch belches up some fiery breath at the witch in the crow's nest. *BURP!*
"Yipes!" Grappled by a giant frog's tongue, Mogmurch drops his rocket launcher over the rails of the mid-deck and onto the frog, pulls the elixir of fire breath out of his pants, and chugs it down. "Help!"
Missed Vorka's movement in the post and on the map. Thanks for pointing that out to me.
Noticing the witch retreating to the crow's nest at the rear of the boat, Mogmurch pursues her to the aft end of the mid-deck - just in time, because the next Desnan candle erupts from the launcher just as he gets there.
Mogmurch hoists the launcher onto his shoulder and sends another rocket zooming up at the witch. *WHOOSH!*
Yeah, I think a lot of us are muddling through this uncertain time, trying to figure out how to adjust.
Fight's totally cool. You're doing great, GM. Just prefer Corona with some lime and good company. Not this isolation b#@%$*@#.
Yeah, my own motivation has left the building, too.
Mogmurch lights the fuse of a desnan candle, peeks around the cover of the cabin wall, and points the star candle firework at Vorka. The footlong wooden tube launches a flaming pyrotechnic 'candle' at the witch. Then he moves closer to the protection of Chuffy.
Standing behind the cover of the cabin's wall, from where he'd tossed his bomb, and channeling an inner Die Hard-vibe, Mogmurch hurls his last grenade up at the witch. "Yippee-ki-yay, m$#$@#*%%+$%!"
Then the goblin, back against the wall, reaches in his bulging pants for his pair of Desnan candles, clutching one in each hand. "Nine million witches in the world, and I gotta kill one with smaller feet than my sister," Mogmurch mutters to himself.
"Fire in the hole!" Mogmurch yells, pulling the pin and tossing a bomb at the witch in her crow's nest. "Boom! Boom!"
Since she has the high ground she can shoot us down pretty easily. Though that makes sense, the Higher Ground rule granting a +1 to attack rolls applies only to melee attacks.
"Nice work, guys," Mogmurch says, still giddy from the heady explosion. Though he still has enough presence of mind to reload his crossbow. Fascinated by the endless alchemical potential of a laboratory like this, Mogmurch takes a thorough look around, picking through the stuffs that survived the blast.
Mugmurch takes cover behind Chuffy, rests his crossbow on his buddy's shoulder, and squeezes the trigger. "One shot; one kill, baby."
Mogmurch hurries the rear of the boat. Behind the cover of the mast, he reloads his crossbow.
Mogmurch steps back, away from Foo Foo, reloads the crossbow, and after a steadying breath, squeezes the trigger at point-blank range. *Twang* "Take that, Foo Foo!"
Nervous that the angry poodle might eat him, Mogmurch hands shake as he reloads the crossbow, and when he pulls the trigger, his shot flies wide right. *Twang*
Mogmurch aims and squeezes the crossbow's trigger. *Twang*
He retrieves the juicy slug he'd kept in a small pot and tosses it to the dog. "You can have my snack, doggie," he whispers in encouragement. That should distract him. The little goblin gulps. I hope.
Still looking around, Mogmurch wonders what he can see, hear, or smell on the south side of the ship's superstructure...
Mogmurch sneaks back up the gang "Watch out for trip-vines," he whispers. He gets his friends' attention and points three fingers at his eyes and nose, the universal goblin signal for 'Look and you smell.' Then he moves around the south side of the deck, looking, listening, and stinking, er, smelling.
Time seems to slow as he teeters on tiptoe, reaching up and out, lobbing the nest into the air. He twists as he falls, landing on his back with a squishy thud. The nest lands in his outstretched arms. The buzzing inside increases in volume for a few, tense moments, before it settles back to a low, constant thrum. "Wow!" Mogmurch, covered in mud, gets back on his feet, a dung-eating grin on his face. "Did you see that!?"
Mogmurch gulps, swallowing his fear, then sneaks up the gangplank, climbs up the rickety handrail, and--very gingerly--loosens the wasp nest from its dried-mud anchor. Returning to his friends, he asks, "Anybody got a sack?" "I'm not gonna stick this in my pants.!"
Mogmurch gets an evil gleam in his eye. "How about I try to cut the wasp nest down. Very. Carefully. Then throw it inside the house." He makes a throwing motion, playing out his fantasy. "A buzz bomb with a billion bites!"
Frustrated, Mogmurch steps away from the side of the boat. He slinks back to his friends. "I could try to knock the wasp nest down with a rock," he whispers. "But the wasps are gonna be mad, so we ought to stand back." He looks at the gangplank and the wasp nest. "You think we could climb up the board without disturbing the wasps?"
"Watch out, guys." Mogmurch hisses. "The ball of mud on the handrail sure looks like a wasp nest." He regards the strange hut, and the smoke coming out the top. "We could try climbing up the side." He creeps up on the north side, and tries to climb up the side of the boat.
"Awesome!" Mogmurch whistles when Chuffy butchers the horse. "Nice job, Chuffy!" He follows Poog through the gate, keeping his crossbow locked and loaded, looking for any sign of the dogs and any activity on the strange-looking hut.
"Yeah!" Mogmurch pumps a fist in the air when he hits the horse. He grabs another bolt, steps forward and rests his crossbow against a sturdy fence post. He takes careful aim and fires again. *Twang!*
Mogmurch steps over to the fence, loads his new-found masterwork light crossbow, and fires a bolt at the horse. *Twang!*
Only just now realized I exceeded my actions available in the Surprise round. I think the outcome is that Mogmurch would not have been able to fire his crossbow in Round 1. He missed anyway.
Mogmurch steps over to the fence, loads his new-found masterwork light crossbow, and fires a bolt at the horse. "Curses!"
Hearing the thunderous approach of the giant horse, Mogmurch stops pretending to be a shrub and heads for his friends.
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