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HA! Beasty talks! Nenus laughs as he follows Ghlurb back to camp. Tonight should be wondrous...

Wate ah minoote, whi scho quieet?

Nenus looks around the room, poking his bottle into anything lifelike followed by a swift crack with his bottle.

unless he finds someone to wail on, he follows with
Cun wee go home? Eye rooning loo ahn mai loonch.

Nenus looks down at the dead dog and smiles, Thurrs a gud doggie! Turning his attention to Vorka, Nenus laughs, Eye shee you! Looking at the room around him, slightly spinning, Nenus takes a swig and leaps towards Vorka using the wall as a guide rail.

Roundhouse 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 241d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Confirm Crit. 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 221d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Acrobatics(If needed to maneuver through spaces) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Thees mast be reul guud stuff! Eye shee two doggies! Nenus Looks back and forth to the two dogs and picks the new one to start wailing on.

Flurry of blows
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 51d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 151d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Reflex 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Acrobatics 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Cartwheeling out of the way, Nenus turns back towards where the vial came from and yells, Waatch eet doofuss!

Initiative 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Seeing yet another dog standing in the way of him returning to party, Nenus runs over and spits his brandy in it's face. Before headbutting the dog Nenus tells, Schtop bovering ush, doggies!

Stunning fist 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 191d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Nenus drunkenly laughs, Eye cun geet up derr!

Climb 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Nenus takes one look at the galloping horse and cocks his fist back. cam end geht eet horsey!

ready vs. approach

Nenus looks up from his bottle, requiring a drink to replace the one he spewed, and is startled to see Lotslegs... nearly legless. "Me huv gud erdea! Less fend de boomy tings und heev ahnuder perty!"

Nenus takes off, not after the spider's possessions, but rather in the direction of the firework's known location. Making it a total of 5 steps, Nenus stops and looks around. Noticing he has NO idea where he is going, he takes another swig and turns to follow the others.

Nenus, furious that his bottled missed his target, spews a mouthful of brandy at Lotslegs, squealing, If he no see, we kill he!

Dirty trick to blind 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Nenus, unphased by the sight of Lotslegs, retrieves an empty bottle from his pack ame hurls it at the spider, squealing, I see you!
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 131d6 ⇒ 3

Nenus looks at the Chief up on his mighty chair and laughs, We be back sun wif da boomy things!

A fresh bottle at hand, and plenty in his "pack", Nenus sets off after Ghlurb, noticing he's spending no more time with the Chief.

Severely irritated with Slorb's choice in alarm clocks, Nenus rolls over seemingly less drunk than usual, a feat not known to many. Searching through a slew of emptied bottles around him, Nenus finally locates one with enough liquid to call it breakfast. Looking over at the now crumpled pile of Slorb, Nenus turns to Ghlurb and asks, How dare Slorb make noise? He no no what time eet is?

Staggering forth, Nenus yells, I cun stumbel trough dat!

Acrobatics check1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Reflex- 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Untrained Ride Check (+Dex & racial?) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Tilted to one side, Nenus looks through the bottom of his empty bottle and returns,
Nahw dat schoundss lick uh chullenge ah be willun ta cept!

Nenus disappears briefly, seeking something out from off in the distance. Returning, rolling on a keg, comes Nenus, knowing how to start a good party.
Clearly having started the party hours ago, Nenus manages to slur out,
Dis be da wei we stahrt thah besshht partiieys!

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16
(Untrained)

Laughing as he pulls yet another bottle of booze from his pack, Nenus retorts,

If Grulo kill Lotslegs, *hic* then it be Lotslegs FEED Goblin Baby Many. *hic*

In classic form, Nenus shows up late... and drunk. Looking up from his half empty bottle finally, Nenus slurs, Now there be annoying voice I know!

Staggering forward, clearly drunk, an irregularly strong goblin plops himself down in front of the chief. Outfitted with only his backpack and a bottle of strong booze, the goblin sprays,

"Chief! Me sing better! Me sing great!
Me sing song of dead dog's fate!
Me fall down next to big dog,
Me laugh and call it hog,
Dog get mad, start to swing,
Dog miss Nenus, me still laffing!
Then Nenus swing, nenus swing back!
Doggie do down, doggie now snack."

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