Chronicles look great and no worries about taking a break. Thanks for running for us and if you decide you'd like to GM the final scenario I'm definitely up for it. Hope you enjoy your fishing trip!
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Many thanks for running, GM! Are you interested in continuing for We Be 5uper Goblins? (I think that's the final one in the series?). Is the rest of the group interested in continuing? I'm up for it if everyone else is!
Same as before for me. Thanks!
Mogmurch hurries to catch up and lobs another flask of alchemist's fire high into the sky.
"Give me my frying pan and you can run away with your life!"
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Mogmurch runs after them, yelling "Hey, that's my frying pan! Give it to me and I'll only kill you once!"
Mogmurch hurls yet another flask of alchemist's fire, this time at the puppy.
"Hey, why you move out of the way of my fire!?!"
Mogmurch watches the crazed fat lady smack Chuffy with the frying pan and doubles over, laughing uproariously, until it occurs to him that Chuffy may have dented the pan with his stony head. His eyes narrow with hatred at the thought that Chuffy may ruin the wonderful frying pan that is destined for Mogmurch's possession. "Chuffy, don't you hurt my frying pan!" Quickly, he hurls a swamp gourd (alchemist's fire) at the fat lady, determined to protect the frying pan before it takes any further damage!
Mogmurch eyes the frying pan greedily, certain that this is an artifact of great power, and that he is its destined owner. The insane woman on the porch must die, and the artifact must be cleansed of her stench!
Huffing and puffing, Mogmurch takes advantage of this momentary lull to quaff an adult beverage.
Suddenly he feels *excellent*! "What a fine beberage! Some day I should spend some time 'sperimenting so I can learn how to make such things for meself!"
Mogmurch feels a bit woozy but steps back 5' and throws yet another flask of fire at his nemesis, the Pink groom.
Mogmurch shrieks with dismay, considers running away, and then steps 5' and throws yet another flask of alchemical fire.
If this hits:
they catch fire and take another 1d6 fire dmg on their turn. DC 15 Reflex to put out the fire as a full round action. If this misses:
Alarmed to see himself surrounded by the crazed bride and groom, Mogmurch deftly steps to the side and tosses yet another flask of alchemical fire at Pink.
However, he once again fumbles with the flask, showing no signs at all of what a famed and feared alchemist he will one day become, and drops it right in front of himself and the two bridezillas, mildly singeing each of them. "Take that, longshank wedding monsters!"
"A wedding! Why weren't we invited!?! Youse think we goblins ain't got feelings? Youse think we ain't got care?!?.... Well, youse right!!!" Mogmurch shrieks and giggles with delight, just before he drops a flask of alchemist's fire upon the bride's head!
Armed with multiple handfuls of alchemical flame, Mogmurch finally feels invincible. He is tempted to set the entire Goblin village on fire, but remembers there will be plenty of time to do that later. Later, later, heh heh... When the raid begins, Mogmurch wastes no time heading right for the longshanks mansion, determined to burn it to the ground!
Mogmurch is thrilled to amass more treasure for his ever-growing stash. He shoves the false teeth into his mouth and tries out the hardtack while wearing them, soon declaring to the others, "Now Mogmuch have Magic Mouth! All my sayings is Lucky for Youse! Also, finally I kin taste food fer real! I never knowed how delish raccoon be till now!" He also takes a tanglefoot bag, a smokestick, a tindertwig, the flint and tinder (with a gleam in his eye!), and the spectacles. He also tries wearing the spectacles, declaring, "Also too, now I kin really see! All my seeings is inspired by Lamashtu herself!" When the monstrous longshanks presents herself, Mogmurch immediately hurls his new tanglefoot bag at her, before she has a chance to weave whatever terrible magic she possesses. "Take Poog's toad, Longshanks, but not mine! You die first! Or at least you get sticky first!"
We're goblins! Why *wouldn't* we stabby stabby it?!?
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Mogmurch is determined to show his glory and greatness to his future minions and swings wildly!
But he clearly should spend a little more time in the gym...
When the group enters the cave of darkfear, Mogmurch listens to the songs of his whelpmates with cheerful disdain. When they have all finished, he belts out his own tune: "O here is my toad,
Mogmurch holds out his beloved toad in offering as he recites his chant, and looks around gleefully after he completes it, sure that the other goblins will be falling over themselves in jealous rage, but he is startled from his self-congratulation by the arrival of the grabby cats! Mogmurch runs forward and bashes at cyan with his club.
Mogmurch eagerly snatches up the salt shaker and begins to test its use and function, sprinkling small amounts of salt on each of his comrades, on his beloved tode, tossing it in the air, and generally engaging in the goblin experimentation that will one day make him the grandest alchemist in goblindom. Finally he settles down with the leather boot, salting various parts of it and then tasting it, trying to discover just the right recipe for nicely salted boot leather. When he spies the five other bottles, however, he shrieks a mixture of glee and disdain. "Youse knot no knuthin! Leave these treasures to the nolligible!" With that, he grabs up 3 of the bottles (leaving the other two for his three whelp-mates to fight over), and begins a careful (for a goblin!) process of adding salt in varying amounts and sniffing and tasting to see if he can determine what amount of salt will get a wink from the smiling Maggie.
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Mogmurch also lovingly slurps on his new beloved toad. "Tode, I lub you!" he croons to it, over and over.
Mogmurch eagerly grabs his new javelin and his two favorite spoons and holds them aloft, as if they are clear talismans of his destined greatness!
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Mogmurch realizes that the only way to catch a toad is to be very, very, very, very so he tiptoes carefully around the swamp.
Fortunately, even when Chuffy steps on his toes he somehow manages to be just quiet enough.
Unfortunately, the toad that Mogmurch spots turns out to be a Toadhemoth, that not even Lamashtu herself could have wrestled to the ground. Mogmurch graciously allows it to to get away.
After another dangerous encounter with the Toadhemoth, Mogmurch finally captures a toad of his own on his fourth try. He snuggles it lovingly. "You is the bestest tode I ever saw!"
In character, it makes perfect sense for Chuffy (or any of us!) to try to get all the potions for ourselves. Out of character, if we only have 1 potion, my suggestion is that we hold onto it until someone actually goes down. Though that is a highly ungoblin thing to say. So I'll revise: Give everything to MEEEEE!
Mogmurch takes a club with him and looks around to see what else might be useful.
Mogmurch also spots the case of darts and is happy to fashion a shield for himself from the lid, and to take all of the darts. When Poog tries to take 2 of them, he grudgingly agrees to "loan" them to Poog. He's eager to chug down the potion of healing, but when he looks it has somehow disappeared. He eyes Chuffy suspiciously. Still, the next morning Mogmurch is eager to finally have a chance to prove his greatness. I practically a toad already! This contest made for me! "Let's go! What could possibly go rong?"
Mogmurch smiles an evil smile as he listens to his comrades pathetic insults. Truly this is a challenge for a diabolical mind such as his... Gingerly, he lifts the piping hot stone to his mouth...
... it actually tastes quite nice. Many years later, Mogmurch will recall this moment as one that helped set him on the path to alchemy, and especially the chance to regularly "eat fire." "Ablearhlagljlejr. GGarekl;jeerr! Bare;kljare;l!" Mogmurch shakes his head in fury. It was a brilliant insult. But the stone in his mouth somehow made it all come out wrong. This task was more complex than it seemed at first...
Again the hot stone burning his tongue merely evokes memories of first love for Mogmurch. He pauses and savors the burn.
Lost in his reverie, he completely forgets to make an insult at all this time, and scowls at the amusement of the Licktoads.
On his third attempt, he somehow places the hot stone right on a hitherto unknown cavity, causing him to shriek with pain, which unfortunately causes the stone to bounce right out of his mouth.
With the memory of his aching tooth fresh before him, Mogmurch barely gets the hot stone back to his lips before he quickly spits it away. "This contest stoopid. Only fit for Poog!" he lamely, and belatedly, insults.
The pain of the spider bites seems to send Mogmurch into a contemplative reverie. When the Happy Beat challenge begins, he stands aside, as if in a trance, and completely misses his chance to amuse the goblins with some droll self-inflicted wounds. But the announcement of the Squirmtongue challenge is enough to bring him back to the present and he eagerly dives into the dirt, certain that no other goblin can fish worms from the mud as well as he can! "Mine, mine, mine! All the worms is mine! Stand back you goblins, and let a true goblin lord show you how to fish worms!" With that, he hurls himself into the dirt, facefirst, and begins to sniff feverishly, certain that none of the other goblins can possibly match his talent for wallowing in the mud...
Whether by dumb luck or by his fated destiny, Mogmurch practically lands on a worm on his first dive.
"I found one, I found one!" he exclaims with incredible excitement and a mouthful of mud and worm. In his delight, he very nearly swallows the worm, but at the last second he manages to spit it out into his hand. He picks it up lovingly and caresses his cheek with the muddy and mangled worm.
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Mogmurch rages at his failure to catch even a single spider. His "friends" have clearly betrayed him! They are his deepest enemies! One day they will all bow before his greatness! Blindly, he gropes at another spider...
... but it eludes him just as its sinister brethren have done. They will pay, they will all pay... dark thoughts flit through his young goblin mind.
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Mogmurch knows that he is destined for greatness and reaches out for a pitiful spider without hesitation, certain that nothing can possibly go rong.
Mogmurch stares disdainfully around at the other whelps. It is clear that he is destined for greatness. And they are not. Eyeing Chief Gutwad, Mogmurch senses that this moldering old fool will not last long in a cruel world, and that he must be ready to take his place when the time comes. Glaring at Kettlehead, he plans his inevitable demise with a range of glorious tactics. Finally, his eye falls upon his whelpmates. "Hmph! These boogerbrains our competition? Fine, we show them the meaning o' leedersheep! Where these contests - unless the rest of youse ready to accept our inevitable triumf now?"
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Looks good - thanks!
Bump. I think you made a mistake on the chronicles by giving us 2 xp?
The Lord Emperer is most pleased with their regal victory over the hated effigy, and he declares that this day shall, henceforth and ever after, be known as "Goblin Day" to commemorate their great victory. "Tonight, we feasties! Tomorrow, Absalom!"
Is this supposed to be a 2 xp module or is that a mistake on the chronicle? Whew, when I played this the first time we TPK'ed on that final fight. Glad we had a better result this time around! And yes, applying to the same PC and I'm up to continue with the rest of the Goblin adventures (there are two more, right?) whenever we are all ready.
Mogmurch steps forward 5 and hurls another bomb.
Mogmurch hurls another bomb at the hideous invader. "Death to you, fearsome invader! This is our land! Country tis of thee! My land! Sweet land of me!"
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