Mogwai travels again for work. I'll be on the west coast for the next week, may affect my availability but I'm hoping not.
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"Mogwai spend days in jungle. Maybe also help. Goes beyond eyes in all direction. Must learn paths."
Mogwai nods, feeling a bit rejuvenated by Ehiz's continued faith. "Ehiz smart." He says. "Mogwai help. Where Breddaric left?"
By the time Mogwai gets back from his multi-day excursion of trying to get a better lay of the land, searching for the drowned child's parents (and any other survivors), and attempting to find a sustainable food source, a whole lot of trouble has already occurred. As Murob fills him in on what's happened, his ears (once heightened with interest) droop further and further, the ends curling in on themselves as they slip lower. "Mogwai not understand. Blades kill druid? Capture Sorala?" He shakes his head with a heavy sigh. "They learning nothing. Perhaps best mngwa end them."
Love the feat tax rules. Still thinking of what I'm going to take instead of Finesse, though.
Feeling excited, Mogwai starts to speak quickly, half his words lapsing into goblin, before he stops himself and slows down, trying again, starting with what they already know. "Mngwa spirit, not be killed. Will be reborn. But also spirit that Murob say cannot be talk to. Is Revenge Spirit." Mogwai pauses here to draw a circle in the sand around them with his claws, as though such a thing might protect them, before finally getting to his point. "But Murob say that spirit is also made by other spirits. Mngwa Spirit-Weapon. We talk those spirits, they put weapon away."
Condolences, Yosiah. It's okay! Don't worry about it, it caused no disruptions, although I did miss you. EDIT: Mogwai, I'm happy you're back! Thanks! I missed you avocados, too. I'm so happy to be back.
I'm really, really sorry for my absence, I had some terrible health problems come up unexpectedly. But, I'm back and ready to save the world, and shouldn't disappear again.
Mogwai spends the early morning in prayer and meditation, thinking of what Murob told them of the Mngwas. A name similar to his own, but of a very different essence. While the others were interested in dealing with the spirit, it was unclear what the proper approach was. It couldn't be killed, or reasoned with. It wouldn't stop. And depending on what transgression had been committed, it may not even be able to atone for it. And even if one could, how would the creature know? The puzzle eludes Mogwai for much of the morning, despite his prayers for guidance, until finally, something clicks. Mogwai rushes around the camp, searching for Murob, and eventually finding her. "Mogwai have thought about Mngwas. After find out what happened, Mogwai have idea."
Mogwai spends most of the dialogue listening, both because he's somewhat uncertain of what's being said (since large parts are in Arcadian and even the ones that aren't are delivered rapidly), and also because he wants to see how the others will handle the situation. As the Druidess quickly leaves in the direction of the fire, concern spreads across Mogwai's face. Even without knowing all of what was said, he knew enough that it wasn't the handshake and well-wishes he'd hoped for. Her expression and running in the direction of the fire spoke volumes. Mogwai moves quickly after the Druidess. "Angry face. May bring danger."
Mogwai nods at Yosiah and Murob's responses, feeling significantly relaxed that he wouldn't be standing alone, as well as quite impressed with how quickly Yosiah had picked up the Common tongue. Certainly he had more eloquence with it than Mogwai did. Mogwai didn't know enough about linguistics to know whether Yosiah's native tongue was closer to Common than his own (nor enough to even know to ask that question), but he was pleased that it had happened in any case. They needed all the allies they could get at this point.
As the group reaches the clearing where the wolves had been resting, Mogwai begins sniffing around, trying to get a lead on which way they may have gone to, whether the Druid changed form here at all, or if indeed the others were right and they were being watched.
Mogwai is distressed over the scene, and over the bloodlust that it fills his comrades with. He sticks close to Murob, concerned about being outnumbered by the others, wondering if they'd kill him to kill the druid. Despite the plants overrunning the place, he wants to believe that she can be reasoned with. While it's a cruel way to fight, these are things that happen in nature, and Mogwai understands that. The humans are so used to their city life that they forget. Wolves tear younglings apart, sever body parts. Mogwai clings to this idea of just a pack of wolves until Murob points out the tracks, at which point his heart sinks further. He was certain there would be no reasoning now. The others wouldn't allow it. Lines had been crossed and only blood would satisfy them. Looking up at Murob he says "Must kill now?" still hoping that at least she would tell him no.
The forums constantly logging me out is making me want to smash the entire universe into a jelly, but I finally voted. Whoever wrote in "Whichever will result in a TPK" made me lol.
Mogwai shares in the civilian's worries, especially where Breddaric is concerned, but tries to instill in them a sense of hope. He says that the gods are looking out for us, and that more of us are finding our ways here, that things will get better, and so on. But he's not stupid, and realises how precarious the situation is. Nothing he says is in such a way that diminishes their concerns. Afterwards, Mogwai again faces the dilemma of the missing people and the adequate food supplies. Both problems would need to be dealt with before long, for either starvation or despair would be enough on their own to kill this encampment. Both of those things combined severely diminished the available time. Mogwai decides that the first thing he must do is leave First Landing, even if it's alone. Spending more time in the surrounding woods would help. Looking for evidence of others passing through, finding animals to hunt, and searching for the supposed Druid. Looking at the conditions of First Landing, Mogwai frowns, thinking it's probably better that he doesn't go too far away. Sitting down in the dirt, Mogwai draws himself a map from memory of the route they took, at least as he remembers it. Thinking about how long they went and in what period of time, he starts contemplating how much he can search around the surrounding lands. Perhaps they could put up some kind of... what was the human word for them... signs? Helping to lead people who were not skilled in tracking. With a grunt, Mogwai pauses in his planning, gets up from the dirt, and moves to find Murob. He gives her a short bow as he approaches, apologetically. "Not try being interruption. Mogwai have thoughts." Gesturing to the woods beyond first landing, he continues. "Need get familiar with land. Look for missings, find beasts for eat, search for druid, bring trees. Must add knowledge." He searches for the words. "Must... tame lands." He points to the sun still moving towards the sky. "Mogwai start now."
Gonna wait to see what Ouachitonian comes up with before throwing in any thoughts.
In the morning, Mogwai joins the prayer. While it's not to the deity he worships, he thinks it's important to be involved and present, and see if he can learn anything about the fledgling community.
After the service ends and he finishes learning what he can, Mogwai returns to his own "lodgings" to have a private prayer to Sarenrae, before following the others to the boat prison. As Breddaric gives justification for beating the Gillman, Mogwai looks at him in disbelief. "Not could beat the language into him?" He asks, dryly. "Your tongue not easy learn. Talking with fist not help." He keeps an eye on Breddaric, but as the others also come to the Gillman's defense, Mogwai nods, satisfied, and steps away from the others with a sigh of relief. He's pleased that his companions are in agreement about these things. There was too much to deal with to have to be looking after them. Breddaric alone was problematic, others seeing things the way he did... well... Mogwai was glad things weren't that way. Mogwai is already moving away when Breddaric comments about not helping their enemies, and he pauses and frowns. "Long shanks, short sight." He mutters, mostly to himself, before he continues walking.
Just popping in to say that this game is fantastic, and Leinathan is wonderful. Looking forward to having one of you join us! How are HP for the NPC class handled? Normally NPC classes don't get full HP at first level. Do they get max HP in this game? Max HP for the NPC class, half+1 for all others.
As Breddaric starts going through the math, Mogwai looks almost immediately confused and crouches down, where he starts drawing symbols in the dirt, trying to keep up with Breddaric's numbers. After a few seconds he looks at what he has done but seems to be no closer to an understanding. Scratching his head, he looks at the others for some assistance.
Mogwan frowns at Breddaric's response, and it deepens when Sorala joins in. "Humans would say goblins only growl and roar. Be judging. But druid knows area, help find others lost." Mogwai nods to Murob. "Like missing parents. May know how to hunt, how to grow more crops. Could be ally. Killing not should be first plan." Shaking his head, he turns more to face Murob, with a solemn look. "But Murob right. Murob smart. Promise was made. Try find parents first. Then talk druid."
Ack, my mistake. I'd looked at the crunch rules in Recruitment, which only mentions weapons, not the Campaign Info.
So for Fourth Level, Mogwai will take a second level of Warpriest. In not unrelated news, I can't believe I built Mogwai in such a way that he doesn't have Knowledge Nature as a class skill. >_> Fourth Level: Attribute Advancement: +1 Wisdom (Total 15) Automatic Bonus Progression: +1 Armour Attunement BAB: +1
Skills (+6): +1 Craft (Wood), Handle Animal, Diplomacy, Perception, Sense Motive, Survival Special Abilities: Fervor 3/Day
Mogwai smiles wide as he sees the newly created wooden buildings, thinking about how this land was all wide and untamed, but a settlement was here now, and in months and years, it would be thriving. People from all over could come to see it, to trade or pass through or live. Once again he thought of creating a town for goblinkind, one with schools and churches, one where anyone would feel welcome and safe. As Breddaric begins to mention troubles and talks of others arriving, Mogwai's smile fades and his ears fold down. "Only sixty." He mutters, thinking of how many people would have been shipwrecked and weren't yet accounted for. Many of them could still be lost in the forest, or captured by the Watermen. But as Breddaric's tale comes to a close, Mogwai feels the pull of being needed here, too. Whatever decision was made about where to concentrate their efforts, it was likely that others would die as a result. Mogwai weighs the options, coming to the conclusion that it wouldn't do any good to save anyone in the forest if it meant coming back here to starve to death. With a heavy sigh, he responds. "Mogwai talk Druid. Deal in peace."
Is Mogwai gone? That's a shame, I like him a bunch
Mogwai never gone. :D (That was also the first game I played in!) I had no idea it had been so long since I posted as Mogwai, my memory isn't what it used to be. I'll get a post up now!
Mogwai lowers his outstretched hand slowly as the creature begins to crumble. With a deep sigh, he whispers a prayer over the remains. He starts to turn away, but looks back at it. "Mogwai find parents," he promises the pile of bones. It's with tears in his eyes that he begins to help the humans to their feet.
I'm very much still here!
Mogwai shakes his head at the child-creature, understanding too well how it feels to be abandoned, to be alone and lost. "No abandoning." He says softly. "We not are knowing where your daddy is... But we searching for others lost." Mogwai looks around the remains of the ship, hoping his actions cause the creature to see the place for what it is as well. "Mogwai think you know he isn't here. Come with us, maybe find him. We bring others, too." Moving closer to the creature, Mogwai holds out his hand. "No abandoning, no being alone."
"Mogwai understand." He replies to the creature, cautious not to make any movements towards it or away. As Sorala begins to comb the beach and the others formulate a plan, Mogwai continues to speak to the 'child'. "Crash was scary. Mogwai lost someone, too. Not am having many friends. Lots judge Mogwai. But Mogwai understand that insides count more." Pausing, he shakes his head briefly. "Mogwai not know where Azeban is. Mogwai not know where parents are. Mogwai not know if they are okay. But Mogwai know we can be brave for them."
The singing brings tears to Mogwai's eyes, and looking at the creature doesn't dull them, with multiple beginning to roll down his face. "Not Mogwai..." He says quietly. "Was on ship? Mogwai can start search. When last being together?"
Mogwai sniffs the air. "Ehiz right. Voice lies." At Elizabeth's suggestion, Mogwai shakes his head, gesturing to the dead around. "Maybe is doing killings." He starts to move closer, hoping the sand will help mask his approach.
Mogwai nods. "Something there." He says quietly. "Maybe from ship." Not wanting to startle them further with an approach, especially not knowing who or what may be within the ship's walls, he looks towards Sorala. "Call at them?"
Mogwai looks at the high dirt cliff-face, at his own small body, and at the others around. "Mogwai maybe climb, but not can be pulling others up." He pauses a moment, thinking how far back they'd have to go to go around. "Lose time if not able to climb. Sling takes time." He frowns. "Not sure worth doing."
Congrats on the addition of baby Karzok, that's wonderful news. :)
Mogwai agrees with the others about heading to First Landing before anything else. If for no other reason than to drop off the wounded. There was a strong change of finding more of them who might need help, Azeban and others, and he didn't want to put others in danger. After dinner he picks remaining meat off the bones, and sleeps comfortably outside on the ground, feeling closer to his people than he has in a long time. While he's grown accustomed to beds and proper meals, he's surprised to find how easily he slips into his old ways. In the morning, Mogwai munches on some berries, watching from a distance as Ehiz talks to the stranger and Murob talks to her scorpion. As the merchant begins moving again, it solidifies the morning's glory for Mogwai, and he smiles, thanking The Dawnflower again for their luck, and for her watching over them. Mogwai is all smiles by the time he is prepared to set off with the others. "Dawnflower watching. Mogwai is thinking we make good distance this day."
I'm agreed with Murob - even not seeing the spiders still kept those moments pretty tense. In general I lean away from random encounters because of the speed at which PBP combat takes, but they certainly can be useful in fleshing out the world - and as you said, especially in a game like this where we are in the wilds, it feels appropriate to come across different things. I don't know how much the spiders / ogres have been "random", but what's been happening so far is totally working for me!
Mogwai surveys from the mountaintop, a look of concern on his little green face. He seems distracted enough that he doesn't look up when Ehiz and Karzok mention going scavenging, which is otherwise one of his favourite things. After a few minutes, he turns to Murob and Sorala and the others. "Where others?" he asks, the ends of his ears twitching. "Not enough bodies in sand, and Mogwai not see tracks. Where go?"
I had Mogwai cast forbid action to try and prevent it from attacking - I hope that's an acceptable thing to have done, Yoricks! Perfect! We'll make a goblin out of you yet.
I'll be out of town this weekend for a wedding. I'll try to get on at least once on Sunday but I'm not sure what my connection will be like. Please bot as needed.
Disappointment spreads across Mogwai's face as they all go for their weapons. He blinks, wondering if they'd misunderstood when he said that the Ogres weren't intelligent, and therefore could be easily outsmarted. The longshanks tongue was a complicated one. "Not needing bloodshed." he says quietly, mostly to himself. It crosses Mogwai's mind, not for the first time, how halfshanks and goblins are more alike than either would care to admit. Quick to judge, always thinking themselves superior, and more than willing to hide behind a blade. As Murob puts one of the ogres to sleep, Mogwai looks at her first with surprise, and then with a wide grin. He should have known she could help find a peaceful solution. Reinvigorated and moving quickly, he follows behind Karzok and Sorala, before veering off from them beneath a tree. While the Ogre may pose a problem, his first concern is for the halfling, and Mogwai makes a beeline towards it, keeping to the brush as much as he can, until he comes close to the sleeping ogre, pausing to assess the situation.
Mogwai studies the tracks for a few moments. "Ogres." He says to the others, holding up two of his three fingers as if in a peace sign. "Goblins fight before. Bigger than you," he says, pointing to Murob and Karzok, who are both considerably larger than he is. "Not being smart." He taps the side of his head. "Halfshanks am living maybe. Find place for hiding. We must being careful."
Mogwai looks at Sorala with a sense of pride, happy to have found others who feel the same way that he does. There are ways in which Sorala reminds him of Kejal, but he would have trouble putting them into words. Strong, smart, well-spoken. Respectful of living things. The others might have argued if he brought it up first, but he didn't think anyone would disagree with her. And it struck him that even if they did, she'd do what she wanted anyway. He puffs out his chest, his right ear twitching slightly.
Gesturing into the woods, where the tracks go, he continues. "Can find shelter while am following halfshanks? Not being safe on beach, not being safe here, but being safer together."
Mogwai smiles at Sorala. "All goblin learn track. Mogwai's tribe..." He searches for the word in common. "Scavengers. Find already dying to eat. Better than murder." His grin fades as he helps her look over the tracks. "Half-shanks running." He says, gesturing to the stride of the halfling's footprints. His ears curl down as he looks at Sorala. Pointing to the ground, he adds. "Someone dragged." As the others arrive he gives a slight wave, still looking concerned.
Mogwai sees no further use for the bodies. "Light is with Dawnflower now." Is all he says about them, and seems disinterested in lighting fires or digging graves. When Sorala mentions her going off on her own, his ears perk up. "Mogwai help, good scout."
Mogwai returns from speaking over the dead to find Murob trying to awaken the injured woman, and Elizabeth herself sitting up. "Mogwai sorry." He says, bowing his head before Elizabeth. "Mogwai said not am needing weapon. Mogwai am forgetting humans so... squishy. Will protect better." He smiles toothily at her, pleased that she's survived this far. Eyes passing around the group, he notices Yosiah Crint with some suspicion. Sniffing briefly, he looks over to Murob. "Not was on boat." He says quietly, as if she hadn't noticed. Realising that she Murob is having some trouble reviving the wounded woman, he forgets about Yosiah and moves closer. "Mogwai help?"
I last played Mogwai almost 3 years ago. It's astounding how some characters take up brain space and are hard to shake. I hope you're all enjoying him as much as I am to be back in his mind. Totally A-OK here with the rolling info. Also, that sheet seems solid for loot. There's very little that Mogwai will want (save an eventual Agile Amulet of Mighty Fists) so don't expect me to chime in on much loot. Happy to carry a few of the Healing potions, but it's also worth noting that I have a couple of Cure spells (and will be getting Fervor starting next level).
As Murob approaches Mogwai for healing, he starts to shake his head. "Mogwai not deserve feel better. Stop kekar but Mogwai not sure would have attacked men." He adds, bitterly. "Mogwai not help... enough." Feeling the need to explain himself more, he searches for the right words. "Goblins... thirstbloody. Want eat flesh, play with bones. Mogwai tries not be that way. Not want hurt... Even if Mogwai get hurt." He folds his ears forward. "But Mogwai paused killing even if save others. Is Mogwai coward?" -- As the others go through the loot, Mogwai goes off on his own for a few minutes, his ears dropped downward as he walks among the dead bodies. Knowing he has neither the time nor the tools to bury or burn the bodies, he instead says prayers over each. "Not am knowing beliefs." He says to each, apologetically. "But Mogwai believe Sarenrae watch over all." And as he stands before each of the deceased, he does so straight and tall as he can be, and focuses everything he has into his words. "Lady Dawnflower," He begins, "A life has been extinguished, and with it, all the good they could do. Their hopes and dreams and fears and regrets have all gone. When Sun rises tomorrow it will do so without them, for their light has been returned to you. Mogwai knows you will keep it and protect it, as you did when they breathed. Mogwai and others who remain will remember them, will be kind, and will offer redemption and friendship in their name and in yours. Amen."
As Karzok steps back, Mogwai nods. "Mogwai finish. Go help." Turning his attention back towards the remaining lizards, he scowls. "Bad kekar." He scolds. "See dead friends? Become dead, too."
As the lizard's teeth sink into him again, Mogwai has an easier time shrugging off the poison, some of it coming out with his blood onto the sand. "No time games." He growls at the lizard, before stabbing into it with his claws, and moving his arms apart, ripping it open, letting out a loud roar as he does so.
Feeling the poison coursing through his veins, Mogwai's arms begin to go numb for a second, before he shakes off the poison. "Goblins eat worse things than you." He spits out, as he tears into the lizard that had latched onto his ear.
Mogwai opens his mouth to explain their situation to the gillmen as they open fire, not only firing at Murob but also immediately taking out Elizabeth. While he knows that a sword wouldn't have helped her here, he can't help but feel guilty. She wanted to feel protected and now look what happened. And now there were too many still wounded to carry away with the Gillmen after them. Mogwai opens his mouth in a howl and charges forward towards the Gillmen.
"Cautious." Mogwai warns, looking at the lizards with a degree of curiosity. "Kekar have the Frenzy." He looks sheepishly at the others. "Not am knowing not-goblin word." Moving more quickly, he tries to help some of the disoriented and wounded to their feet, forgetting momentarily how little most of them want to be touched by a goblin.
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