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Upset that he wasn;t doing as well as the others, Mogmurch decided to put extra effort into the next dare. After seeing how it works though, he found himself even more distraught. In an enclosed area, where he couldn't effectively use his bombs, at least not without hurting the others. Suddenly finding himself falling with his hands bound, he screamed in glee as he fell into the "broth".

Upon seeing the eagles however, Mogmurch sprang into action, wrenching at his bonds, trying to wriggle his way out of the ropes.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Fort Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Turning back to Reta, Mogmurch cackles as he shouts, "Reta no big tough warrior. You do again and you get fire to face!" Then, Mogmurch advanced on the other stirge as he drew his stout wooden branch, hopeing to smash the large insect with it.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 2 = 19
Melee Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Map

Frowning for but a moment when he realized that he was down to his last few bombs, Mogmurch shrugged before his smile returned, tossing the volatile concoction at one of the stirges around him.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
fire damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 5) + 2 = 13

Round 4 Map

Bigger triangle is location of the bomb throw. Splash should hit the injured stirge.

Hearing the pillar give way behind him, Mogmurch pivoted his torso to see the walkway crumple into the marshy water. Though he still smiled, his eyes narrowed at Reta before turning back to the task at hand. Mogmurch attempted to move further along the planks until he is in range of another stirge before launching another bomb.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 2 = 16
ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
fire damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 2 = 13

Round 3 Map

I had forgotten to update the damage for my bombs so it is 2D6 on the ranged touch and a failed save on splash damage causes 4 damage, 2 damage on a successful save.

Hmm, seemed I messed up on two of the rolls, and the map link, let's try that again.

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
fire damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Round 2 Map

Seeing Reta's arrow fly past to strike the stirge Mogmurch had hit last round, Mogmurch shouts over his shoulder, "You go find your own to attack and no take mine!" Moving cautiously forward, Mogmuch does his best to keep his balance before lobbing another bomb at a stirge.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 2 = 15
Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 8d6d1d6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + (5, 5, 4, 3, 1, 6, 5, 5, 3, 1, 5, 5, 3, 4, 3, 2, 3, 5, 2, 1, 5, 3, 6, 4, 1, 2, 1, 5, 2, 6, 5, 4, 2, 4) + 2 = 130

Move forward 5 feet and throw bomb at stirge to the right, marked by the red circle on the map below.

[urel=http://beta.ditzie.com/58296/537a6a17ad8b5]Round 2 Map[/dice]

Ok, I posted the linked for the map that reflect may actions.

Round 1 Actions

The Grey X marks the location that I am aiming for.

Having already fitted the clunky boots on, Mogmurch heads toward the right of the two central planks, walking out onto the plank carefully before launching one of his handcraft bombs at the closest red pillar, chuckling as he did.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 2 = 21
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Fire Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

If I am judging this correctly, then I should be able to get two stirges in the area of one of my bombs. One stirge would take the full fire damage, the second would get a Ref DC 13 save to cut damage from 3 to 1.

In order to properly plan what Mogmurch would do next, I need to know how far the first stirge is from where we start and the distance between each post that the stirges are ties to.

Being the oldest in the group Mogmurch, still tired from the previous nights activities, groggily put the blindfold of his skull capped head. Once the blindfold covered his eyes, he promptly fell asleep standing up, a slight snore emitting from him while the others went about completing the task. As the winners of the first trial were announced, Mogmurch woke, pulling the blindfold from his eyes as he asked, "Trial over?"

Leaving a partially cooked mess after the flames died down, Mogmurch takes the chicken in hia hands as he says, "See, this is crunch!" With that, Mormurch rips off the dead bird's leg and bites into it with an audible CRUNCH as his teeth bite through the leg bone. Using this opportunity, he asks the goblin through a mouthful of chicken, "What you know of big ogre and ogre's daughter?"

Still smile, but with a glint of mischief in his eyes, he said "Bring another." As the goblin runs off, Mogmurch pulls a vial from his pouch. When the goblin returns with another chicken, Mogmurch orders the goblin to set the bird down as he says, "This is proper way to play with bird." With that, he walked up to the calm bird and threw the vial at his feet, the area around him lighting in the flash and FWOMF of flame that licked around Mogmurch, not touching the goblin but lighting the bird on fire.

The bird lashing about for a second as the fire enveloped it, Mogmurch could be seen in the flames, unmarked by the fires that he created. "That way much more fun," he said before a malicious giggle escaped from between his teeth.

OOC: Using one bomb to burn the chicken to a crisp. Also using Precise bomb to exclude his square from any splash damage.

Though he was glad to still be with the goblins that had helped him find the fireworks, Mogmurch was still nervous around these new goblins. To calm his nerves, he pulled Amfibier out and licked its back as it calmly relaxed in the Alchemist's hands. "We from swamp. Much fun stuff to do there. What do you all do for fun?"

Listening with his customary crazed grin, Mogmurch nods approvingly as the old goblin asked them in. Not able to contain his curiosity however, Mogmuch speaks up with, "Old goblin lady is older than Mogmurch! Must be skilled indeed! Being Chief in this place means talking to wise goblins! I no want to miss out."

Sorry for my lack of posting. The hard drive on my computer crapped out on me, which has thrown a huge wrench in my posting abilities. Posting will be erratic until I can get it fixed.

Mogmurch be checking in. I be ready to make big bad ogre and his smelly boar taste the BOOM!

Yeah, I had actually registered quite some time ago and never got around to reading the Society guide, so it just sat there. :P

Yeah, I didn't have much time this weekend to work on getting a PFS number, but I got it sorted out now.

PFS number 6273. I have an idea for a Lore Warden fighter that I will be putting together in a little bit.

Truthfully, I am still new to PFS play, as such, i am not really sure the process for all of this and don't have a character already made up for this play.

Anybody willing to help out someone who has never participated in PFS before?

Helping to carry as much of the items as he could, Mogmurch was happy to be greeted with celebration by the rest of the tribe. Known as 'that crazy one' by the others in the tribe, the recognition that he got for his deeds made his normal grin exceptionally wide. Though already a married man, Mogmurch was glad to be married to Gupy. Not only would he have a better chance of enjoying the shinies and new explosives that the Chief had, it would be easier to avoid the annoying licks from the comparatively stickly Rempty. Though he be crazed, he wasn't one to forget the fun he had with the other goblins who traveled with him. As such, we was excited that his friends got new titles that almost matched his own (as he viewed it anyways).

Seeing Reta tip to one side as the swarm attacks, Mogmurch screeches in anger as he levels his crossbow for several more shots at the cannibal goblin.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Crossbow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Crossbow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Should that be insufficient, Mogmurch pulls out a flask of acid and launches it at Vorka.

Acid Flask: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Piercing damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Penalty for dazzle included in rolls. Range penalty for Acid Flask throw already included. Acid Flask is a touch attack.

Still under the effects of his mutagen, Mogmurch quickly loads his crossbow and fires again as he shouts, "You make me use all my booms! You get arrows instead!"

Ranged: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ranged: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Ranged: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Ranged: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Ranged: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Ranged: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 Piercing damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Seeing that he was safe from the animals for the moment, he decided to shift his aim at the creature he could hit with his bombs without causing damage to his new friends. Before he attacks however, Mogmurch swallows his mutagen, going through a vast transformation as his skin toughens and his becomes more lithe and nimble. Then, lobbing a bomb at Vorka, he attempted to gauge his toss so as best to hit the witch.

Bomb Ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 Fire damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Alchemist fire Ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 Fire damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Running out of bombs and alchemist fire, Mogmurch slips the Skyrocket he had been carrying and, pointing it at Vorka's feet, fires it off. One round to fire, to hit in the following round. 2d6 damage in a 10 ft burst. All damaged are blinded of deafened for 1 round.

Skyrocket damage: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

Finally, switching over to his recently acquired crossbow, he fires one more shot at whatever is left standing.

MW crossbow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25 Fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

[ooc]-2 range penalty for throwing over 20 feet included, however, also gain a +2 for attacking from above. Note that I read throwing splash weapons incorrectly. A save is only given on the splash damage, not on a direct hit.

Since it is currently unloaded, Mogmurch loads his crossbow while sticking his tongue out and blowing raspberries at the two creatures below.

The tough past is the only way Mogmurch can cure is by shoving potions down throats, and he wouldn't do that with a dog and toad trying to take a bite out of him.

Screeching in fright as he is suddenly assaulted on all sides, Mogmurch holds on for dear life as he once more attempts to scale the mast and get up to the crow's nest.

Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Screeching in fear at seeing teh dog suddenly so close to him, and his associates falling around him, Mogmurch keeps one eye on Cuddles as he leaps upward, trying to avoid the dog as he does, before grabbing ahold of one of the stray ropes as he then tried to pull himself up higher onto the mast.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16 Acrobatics check to leap up and attempting to avoid an AOO from Cuddles

Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4 Climbing up the mast

Gazing in horror as the massive beast bit into Chuffy, swinging him about in its jaws before dropping him, Mogmurch's knees began to shake. Never had he fought a creature this vicious. However, he couldn't run, knowing that he would be dead if he returned without the fireworks. Over-compensating for his fear, Mogmurch leveled his loaded crossbow at the dog and screamed "Big beastie feel own blood!" before firing.

ranged attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Suddenly realizing that he was the closest one to the massive dog, Mogmurch screeched before lobbing one of his bombs at the creature. "Reta fierce warrior and run away, what chance do I have!" He made sure to add before backing away from his position and leaping behind the mast. Though he was one of the more intelligent goblins of the tribe, he was not very wise as he figured that if he couldn't see the dog, then the dog wouldn't know he was there.

Bomb, ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
damage, fire: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 DC 12 Reflex for half damage

MAP

Tilting his head, Mogmurch strains to hear what Reta was talking about.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

After a few minutes, Mogmurch comments, "I no hear either. Reta sure Reta no hearing things?" With that, Mogmurch grabs Reta's ear, pulling it so he can get a look inside to see if something was buzzing around in there.

Mogmurch looks strangely at Poog as he stops himself from throwing one of his bombs and sees the dog slinking off. "Poog speak dog. Mebbee Poog part-dog?" Mogmurch commented absentmindedly as the goblins moved further onto the deck of the landlocked ship. Figuring that the cannibal would keep inside the ship to stay of of the outdoors, Mogmurch looks around for a way into the ship.

Running after his goblin allies, Mogmurch attempts to scale up to the gangplank

Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Once up on deck and spotting the dogs, he is startled by the sound of dogs, the most fierce of enemies. Seeing the dogs' chained situation however, his rigidness turns to relief as a toothy smile spreads across his face. Pulling a bomb from his satchel, he prepared to throw it at one of the mangy hounds.

Unsure of himself, he stops in fear at hearing the horse, "I no know...that horse sound very angry. Vorka is dangerous like longshanks if she is horse friend." Mogmurch said this as he absently gripped one of his bombs. "Make sure Reta and Chuffy take one of those healie brews that we found before we go ahead." With that, his other hand holds the loaded crossbow out and ready to be used.

"Woo weee! Fire burn strong and hard! Lotslegs no match for it!" Mogmurch shouted as the creature fell.

Once inside the spider's lair Mogmurch takes a look around.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

"Looks here! I find treasure that make mission easier"

Pulling out the items to show the others, Mogmurch continues with, "I take thingie that shoot sticks and bag of sticks, also take some of the shiny things. I no care about rest."

Looking confused that his bomb did so little, he instead pulls a vial of red liquid from his pouch and shouts again "Let see if this work!" as he lobs the vial at the large spider.

Ranged touch attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
fire damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

This time, throwing a vial of alchemist fire.

"Outta da way!" Mogmurch shouts as he moves to within throwing distance and violently shakes a vial he pulled from his pouch, Launching it through the air, the goblin aimed at the spider, hoping to hit is squarely in the body.

throw bomb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 fire damage

DC 12 reflex save for half damage. Splash damage of 3 on all squares around square of impact.

I think the spider is considered a vermin, so extra damage to hit from the dogslicer would not be included. :(

No kidding. I consider myself to be a pretty logical thinker. So I am definitely going out of my comfort zone a bit on this one. I am looking forward to it.

Thinking on it, Mogmurch figured he was already good enough with fire with his own bombs and so, decided to take the robe of items. Holding the one foot tube of the skyrocket in one hand and draping the ropes over his armor, the goblin struck the awkward figure as he stood there, staring at Chuffy and Reta as they began to argue leaning over to Poog, Mogmurch whispered quite audibly, "I no understand. Why fight over slicer? Why when there is so many great things that cause fire and 'splodies?"

Perception below, though the issue with the dogslicer would probably be sorted out before we leave the village...unless of course both goblins are holding on to the dogslicer, playing tug of war while we walked :P

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Breathing a sigh that Chuffy made it through so that he wouldn't have to, Mogmurch celebrated the rest of the day, though there was an instance of discomfort as Rempty caught him unawares and licked his face before they ended up falling asleep.

The next day, Mogmurch was ready in the morning, concoctions brewed and bomb reagents sealed. Checking to make sure Amphibier was stuffed in his pouch, he met with the others and, meeting with Slorb, who gave the items with a fair warning. "You no loose these. No if you want His Gluttoness to be veeeeeerrrrryy angry," Slorb nearly screeched as the group took the items.

At spotting the fireworks, Mogmurch's eyes lit up and he nearly started to salivate. He started imagining all the things he could blow up with these. Before he mind wandered too far, he snapped back to the real world. "If my way, I have all nice shiny and expoldie things to myself...but if we no do job, we no can come back." Looking at the items available, he continues with, "I no care about ring that help you climb or slicer of dog and horse. The gourd look like fun though and the robe be useful. I take one of those and that tube that shoot rocket to the sky."

Glad he wouldn't have to eat all those slugs, Mogmuch none-the-less sees about finding a slug, which he slips into his brining jar so he can play with it later. After that, he chases after the crowd, excited to see what other festivities there might be.

Hearing the rules of this new game, Mogmurch was excited to play, though not too excited that he might be hit with a club. His mind spinning, he decides to hide one of his bombs in his armor before handing his bag over to his mate Rempty. "You no play with this unless YOU want to go boom," he commanded before licking Amphibier and running off into the marsh.

Making as much noise as he could until he was out of sight, Mogmurch suddenly slunk down low, slowed his speed and tried to be as stealthy as he could be as he headed in a different direction. Finding a loose clump of moss, he slunk even lower, submerging as much of his body as he could and covering whatever he couldn't submerge with moss and marsh grass, except for his skull capped head, which he tried to pass off as a rock.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 To hide bomb
Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Still a little dizzy from the ride on Nord, Mogmurch stumbled after the rest of the group. Listening to what the next task was, Mogmurch started thinking about what he knew about these slugs and what the slime bladders might do if eaten. Gooie bladders tasty? Or gooie bladders icky and rotten? Lemme see, lemme see, he thought to himself as he continued to ponder it.

Know Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

After seeing what he could remember, he will decide if he wants to participate or not.

Mingling in the crowd, Mogmurch laughs out loud as each of the goblins attempted the ride and fell, except for Reta. Known for her skills as a rider, of course she wouldn't fall, though that doesn't mean that Mogmurch would enjoy seeing it happen. As Reta hoped off of Squealy Nord, Morgmurch resisted the pushes of the goblins as they tried to get one more goblin to go and possibly fall. That was until he saw his mate in the crowd, making a beeline for him. Seeing no other option, Mormurch gave in to the crowd and, allowing himself to be lifted onto the boars back, held on to both the pig AND his bag of alchemist reagents for dear life.

Even with holding a bag of stuff Mogmurch rode very well. Realixing that he hadn't fallen yet, Mogmurch began to hoot and cackle in glee "This almost better than making things go BOOM! Come on Piggie, you no tired already!" he shouted as the crowd hollered with them, some in glee and others at not seeing the goblin fall.

Ride: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Ride: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Ride: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Glad that the earwax he hadn't cleaned out yet protected him from the Chief's voice, Mogmurch listened intently to his words. So intendly was he listening to the slightly muffled sounds that he missed the Chief's dismissal. As the others began to leave, Mogmurch just stood there, still trying to listen to what Gutwad had to say. It wasn't until he had to dodge a bone that was launched at his head that he realized the the Chief had finished talking and wanted them to leave. Scampering out of the Moot House, Mogmurch exits catching a chemical vial that had slipped form his pouch during his escape. Storing the vial in its place, the goblin alchemist looked to the others and said, "If party a success, then no need for fixies...don't you know fixies only needed for people with bad luck. Chief said so himself." as he picked a glob of earwax from one of his ears before plopping it into his mouth and then admiring the muscles on Reta. "I no see many goblins that have muscles like that. You must be part barghast! Lucky you!" Mogmurch attempts to flex his own thin arms with no obvious muscle showing for it. Shrugging, he reaches into his pouch and pulls out a vial before shouting, "I no need barghast blood. What you can't cause ouchies to I make go boom!"

As the others got excited for the party, Mogmurch joined along, hopping on his feet as the group wound through the village. However, as he approached his house, joy was replaced with fear. His mate would be there and he's face was still covered in the chemicals from his last experiment. Turning to the nearest of his new friends, Mogmurch said, "I go with you...nothing fun to do in stuffy old house."

know local: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Looking over the others who had joined in front of the Chief's hut, Mogmurch though about what he knew of the three, a difficult task for one whose brain was as disorganized and affected by the chemicals that he used. So absorbed was he with the task that he nearly forgot to grab his lucky toad as it lept to the ground. Scrambling about Mogmurch began racing about the small clearing. After several seconds, the goblin scooped up the little frog, holding it firmly in his hands and started talking to it. "Why you try to run? Are you scared? No need to be scared. They no hurt you." Then, licking the toads back with his tongue, the goblin continued by saying, "Then better? You calm now? Good, back in pockets for you." Stuffing the toad into his pocket, the toad wriggled in the pocket for a moment before becoming still.

Looking at the others, Mogmurch simply stood there, wide grin on his face, as he waited for Chief Gutwad.

Glad that he was able to go the whole night without Rempty licking his face, Mogmurch stood outside of the Chief's house, thinking about all of the incredible food that would be at the village feast. So fixated was he on that thought that he didn't seem nervous about meeting the Chief at all, though he mumbled to himself in a mix of Goblin, Common and Varisian.

Decked out in patchwork leather armor, parts of his armor was dark brown with other parts light brown and stained in mud. A skull mask, its ivory color stained from some sort of chemical, covered the top of his head. Hanging from the strip of leather he uses as a belt hung a heavy boot filled to the brim with an odd assortment of chemical reagents in small bottles stoppered with tough mud. On his other hip hung an old gourd and a wooden club. A small toad could occasionally be seen peeking out from a fold in his armor before stealthily slipping back into the darkness. In order to look fierce and impress the Chief, Mogmurch covered one eye with a tattered eye patch that had a hole cut through the material where his eye was and on top of his skull covered head was a tattered, bell festooned jesters hat which jingled whenever he moved his head. A smile seemed to always stretch across his face, like he actually believed that his head was a skull.

Those who had heard of Mogmurch thought he was weird, even by goblin standards. But he was known for his bombs that started fires, so his eccentricities were put up with.

Whenever someone arrives, Mogmurch looks at them and shouts with a large, toothy grin, "Eh? I know you...no? You going to help Big Bad Chief with his super secret mission too?"