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MugVug groggily shakes his head and pushes himself up from the ground.
Realizing he hasn't been out long enough for the cultist to get away he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and does a few quick motions with his arms to gather himself. Settling down once again into his combat stance he lashes out at Harus.
for of slashing damage. for of slashing damage.
MugVug begins to pant a little as he realizes how wounded he has become. He then grits his teeth and lashes out at those around him.
To the same cultist he attacked before he lashes out with his right hand and rakes him across the face, for points of slashing damage. He then quickly spins in place, performs a complex maneuver with his arms and then claws across the midsection of the cultist behind him, for points of slashing damage.
MugVug then performs a quick backflip to get out of reach of the ruffians he is facing. As he hits the ground he summersaults along the ground and then pounces upward and faces Harsus.
MugVug curls his hand into a fist and does his best to punch him in the face. for 26! points of bludgeoning damage. Mugvug's grin grows from ear to ear as he feels his punch land solidly on Harsus' mask.
MugVug grins ear to ear when he sees the developments, Looks like we get to fight some cultists after all!
With that said, MugVug begins his intricate arm motions as his handwraps begin to once again glow with arcane fire.
MugVug then begins moving towards the nearest foe. He dashes across the bridge and then hops as he approaches the back of Teja. He grabs hold of her shoulders and then uses her to launch himself into the air. He flips gracefully and then lands next to the rebel.
Oh ho! I bet you didn't expect that now did you! MugVug slashes at the rebel with his right then left hand. for points of slashing damage. for points of slashing damage.
MugVug squints at the man, nods at what Nalla says, then looks back at the man and then back at Nalla with a confused look, MugVug says to the man as he adjusts the red beret on his head, I know a thing or two about fashion good sir, and if those robes don't belong to a Razmiran priest then you either got them from the same no imagination tailor, or maybe from a dead Razmiran priest? Did you guys kill some priests? Or maybe you won them off a Razmiran priest with a gambling problem? I know those Razmiran's sure enjoy a good card game now and then. I love playing cards too! MuVug then says to Nalla, I'm a little confused. I might just be a goblin, but I know a thing or two about liberty. You're right about kings and I'll definitely agree with you there. MugVug puffs his chest out a bit. I am my own man and I go where I please. But, and pardon me for assuming here, but if you guys are all converting to follow some strange godman then isn't that just a different yoke you're putting on? I'd rather have a king with good taste in baked goods then follow some strange cult that's for sure. Cultists have really bad taste in baking...but they do enjoy a good card game. Hmmm...I might need to think on this after all. Unless you did actually get those robes from a dead priest. If you guys are fighting kings AND cultists? Oh boy, sign me up!
MugVug boldly walks up to Nalla and extends his hand which he fails to notice is sprinkled with cake crumbs and remnants of frosting, It is my distinct honor to meet you Miss Nalla. Chops here says you folks have something cooking? Some sort of beef with the king? I would love to hear what you've got in mind. I'm always up for a scrap or two. I do have some questions though... First, what's the big issue with the king? In my experience, and I've been all over the place, is that when a place has good baking it can't be all that bad, and your town has some real fine baking. MugVug then points at the man standing quietly in the Razmiran robes, Second, are you all planning on converting to Razmir? Are you already converts! That would be really fun! I haven't met anybody who worships the living god yet. Wow...I'd definitely enjoy learning more about that!
MugVug's eyes go wide as he surveys the selection of baked goods. Goodness me! Those look scrumptious! I'll take one of those, one of those, and how about three of those, one of those, and oh bless me, I'll take ALL of those. MugVug hands the baker plenty of coins to cover the cost and quickly jams the first item presented into his mouth. The rest he jams into his belt pouches without regard for keeping them seperate, intact, or in any presentable condition at all. Mmmphh... he says around a mouthful of baked goodness These are amongst the best I've ever eaten. These are worthy of a king. Surely you must supply King Edryd? Is he such a horrible king? Do you know why people would want to start a rebellion? MugVug licks his lips and then fingers as he looks at the baker and patrons innocently.
MugVug strolls into the room like he was raised there and sits down at the fire. He looks over at Chops and grins a wide mouthed goblin grin. Pleased to meetcha Chops! he extends his hand in greeting ,These here are my friends, and we are all very glad to make your acquiantance. We're out here looking for an old Pathfinder Lodge, you wouldn't have happened to see one of those in your travels perhaps?
After tearing the spider to shreds MugVug launches himself backwards over the tattered hole in the floorboards and barely touches the ground enough to flip through the air and land behind other spider.
With what sounds remarkably like a tiger's voice coming from such a small fellow MugVug bellows out a battle roar as he swipes repeatedly at the other spider. for points of slashing damage. Critical hit! MugVug does another 18 points of damage. for points of slashing damage.
After decimating this spider as well MugVug will carefully sidle forward towards the large mass of spiders attacking his companion.
Mugvug lets out a loud battlecry and shouts to his companions, Don't worry now, MugVug is an expert spider slayer! MugVug then begins performing a serious of complex maneuvers with his arms as the wraps around his hands begin to glow with an arcane blaze. The stylized tigers embroidered into the wraps seem to come alive.
MugVug then leaps into action against the nearest spider. He grabs the edge of the wall with his tail and catapults himself around the corner. He catches his momentum as he cartwheels himself into position behind the spider.
He then lashes out in a flurry of blows at the unprotected flank. for points of slashing damage. for points of slashing damage.
MugVug wanders over to an empty doorway and looks inside, he then cups his hands to his mouth and shouts, Hellooooo!!! Is there anybody in here?!?! He puts his hand up to his forhead to shield his eyes and peers into the gloom. He then turns and waves at his companions. I don't think there's anybody living here anymore. We should climb up and see what we can see from the top of that tower.
MugVug shakes hands, tells a few jokes, and gives a few parting hugs to the various sailors he has made friends with on his journey. He adjusts the beret on his head and marches up the gangplank. He scratches his chin as he ponders what he might recall about Artume... Spoiler:
He then begins mingling around the docks with the fishmongers and sailors to see what he can ascertain about the whereabouts of this old lodge. Spoiler:
I'm sorry about that. And by the way, thank you very much. This was a very enjoyable scenario and I appreciate you running it. I am a field agent, and therefore will make two Mercantile Lore rolls as I see where we might be able to sell all these treasures we brought back.
I'm not sure if you can use up any left over hero points on this roll, and I doubt you can, but just in case...
MugVug has tears in his eyes from the unstoppable wave of giggles as he looks up, and up, at the size of the statue creature above him. He looks at Grum and lets out a loud laugh, and then can't bear it as he watches the wave of force envelop his friends. He returns to his task of trying to create a larger crack in the stone before him. Flurry of Blows
for points of slashing damage. Attack action 2
Attack action 3
MugVug bends over as the giggles turn into guffaws when he makes no headway at all on the stone and the skin of his knuckles begins to peel away.
MugVug seems almost overcome by a case of uncontrollable giggles as he launches himself towards the monstrous statue. He picks out a weak seeming spot next to the statue's little toe. With all of his might he channels every bit of tiger spirit into a flurry of attacks, trying as he might to break through to some tiny weak point. for points of slashing damage. for points of slashing damage. for points of slashing damage.
MugVug stands and looks up at the massive construct. He lets out a loud laugh at the sheer absurdity of this moment. He stands and observes it attacking Grum and tries to identify any weak spots it might have.
MugVug then drops into his combat stance and focuses his energies to channel the Tiger spirit inside him. With his preparations done MugVug launches himself into battle.
Two questions: 1)I didn't realize I needed to roll critical damage. In other games I've played it has just been doubled. I will do that for sure going forward. 2)Don't you have to subtract 4 for the weasels second attack? And if so, is it still a critical hit? Fingers crossed and eyes squeezed shut.
MugVug grits his teeth and squints as he tries to find the best place to strike at the flying, gaseous squirrel beast,
for points of slashing damage. for points of slashing damage.
MugVug then slashes out again once more for good measure. for points of slashing damage. MugVug lets out a battle cry as his strike seemingly lands true.
MugVug then positions himself next to Kamil and prepares for another attack.
MugVug steps forward and looks up at the dragon,
Oh great and powerful mister dragon. As a humble little goblin, I beseech thee to be my...friend? As someone as small as I am, I would be everylastingly grateful to have such a wondrous friend as yourself. We're not so different after all. You have a grand and glorious tail, and I have a tail too. See? MugVug turns away from the dragon and bows at the waist, pulling his pants down a small amount to show off his tail. MugVug pulls his pants back up with a little jig maneuver and grins lopsidedly up at the dragon. See mister dragon? It might be small, and spindly, but you and me are kind of alike. I would be greatly honored if you would be my friend.
MugVug lets out a loud exclamation...and then quickly gives the dragon a sheepish look. Master Jeeves! You know what you should do? You should compose one of your poems for Mister Dragon here. Surely a minstrel of your skill is interesting to a dragon? Your poems always make me feel inspired, I bet you could cheer him up too!
MugVug pays attention to how the dragon reacts to the different things people are saying. He rubs his chin and has an idea. He goes over to Nina and beckons her to lean down. He whispers to her so the dragon can't hear. Whenever I feel down in the dumps, you know what I do to cheer myself up? I look at Society almanacs. When I realize all of the amazing accomplishments the Pathfinder Society has, and the influence it has in the world. Well...I feel super proud to be allowed to be a part of it. Maybe if you regaled Mister Dragon over there with some of the things the Society stands for he might be inspired to cheer up. Or maybe he might even want to help us. He could be the patron dragon of the new chapter house here. Imagine that?? A patron dragon!!
MugVug looks up in awe at the dragon. Wow! You are the very first dragon I have ever met! You are majestic!
But what ails you oh mighty one? You seem out of sorts. I would have expected you to have eaten us all up by now. Let me assure you, if you do decide to eat us, goblins are not very tasty at all. No sirree.
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