"Pennypockets" Nicnax's page

Awwww! Never mind, we will get you at a table at some point!

We get a few tourists in, its great!

Yeah I do - I actually do them at the game table when face to face.

I keep a note of the mission specs, everyone's character name, and weave the storyline so far into Limerrick. It's great because its a nice add-in element when we need to make all these perform and social checks in-game.

It's limmericks when not in combat, but goblin song when in combat.

The hard part is coming up with the longer goblin songs though, as they require a bit more thought when everyone is all excited at the table and yelling over each other and the GM, so they might be here and there, not every round.

I do the same with all my performing Goblins.

Religion (Bardic Lore) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Pennypockets frowns “This wasn’t just a killing, it was a ritual. Someone re-enacted Fumeiyoshi’s betrayal of Tsukiyo to corrupt the shrine. It used to honour Tsukiyo, protector of outcasts… now they’re trying to twist it into a shrine for vengeance.”

He seems very non-plussed, “We can’t let them succeed.”

Performance 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Penny seems calm, solemn as he approaches the bodies. He speaks softly, mournfully this time, his usual spirited rhymes and poety now more measured and with a tinge of sorrow.

"Two birds still young of the wing,
Two souls who should still sing.
Untimely cut down,
These sons of the town
What a tragic and heartbreaking thing."

“Let’s see this sorrow answered.”

The Goblin follows the enormous cat, mostly out of curiosity...

With a maniacal Goblin laugh, the violent little Gremlin keeps up the assualt on the obvious master-chef pan-wielding halfling.

Penny keeps the song going, then flicks his wrist and some loose objects fly at the halfling pan-wielder.

Telekinetic Projectile
Attack 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 1 = 29
Damage 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 4, 2) + 1 = 10

◆ Courageous anthem - all allies gain +1 to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear.
◆◆ Cast Telekinetic Projectile

Courageous anthem - all allies gain +1 to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear

Penny ducks into the room to see what is going on.

"Goblins hurt and Goblins stab,
stick some arrows in halfling flab!
Pull your wings off, slice your tail
Laugh with glee when we make you wail.
Goblins laugh and we be crude
We be Goblins…
YOU BE FOOD!"

His voice cracks like a whip at the end, spitting the final word with gleeful fire.

Then a second crack as the strong on his crossbow is released, sending a bolt flying at one of the halflings.

Crossbow (at Blue)
Attack 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 1 = 26
Damage 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

◆ Stride
◆ Courageous anthem - all allies gain +1 to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear.
◆ Strike

Courageous anthem - all allies gain +1 to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear

The Goblin happily follows, trying to stay out of the way.

Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"Not my strong point"

Pathfinder Society Lore 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 = 19

Pennypockets steps forward, holding the glowing cherry blossom sprig aloft.

“This sprig, the squirrel-rabbits, the letters delivered, and even the news of a newborn child are not signs of abandonment,”[b] he says [b]“They’re signs that Sakura still watches, still cares. They may not be able to see you clearly through the fog, but they have not turned their back. Something clouds their vision—something worrying enough that they've called upon others to help.”

He bows low “By divine guidance, the Pathfinder Society has been sent to aid you as champions and helpers, not by coincidence, but by calling. You are not alone. We’re here to see the fog lifted and the bond with Sakura renewed.”

Pennypockets then breaks into rhyme with his usual goblin flair

"Sakura has not gone away,
The good grace is here to stay.
But something haunts here,
We’ll throw it out on its ear,
And the sun will once more brighten day!"

He gives a theatrical bow, then gestures grandly to the party behind him. “So fear not, good villagers, as help has come, and we bring hope, steel, and possibly snacks.”

Making the other check
Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Penny winces as the dwarven warrior is savaged by the angry beast - "I won’t let you die!” the goblin exclaims, leaping into action as he begins to cast his soothing melody.

"Lande, you’re bleeding and covered in red,
Don’t be dying, don’t be dead.
Goblin’s song will make you fix—
A busted dwarf makes my feelings mixed!
You’ll not die or go deep blue,
Here’s a healing tune for you!"

With a flourish, the healing magic takes hold.

Soothe 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Then, without missing a beat, Penny snaps up his buckler and raises his shield, bracing in case his actions have angered the beast further.

◆ Raise Shield
◆◆ Spell - Soothe

Need a bot?

Derp - try a 7, this is what I get for ready in a hurry, but well spotted, straight A so far! :p

Identify creature 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

As the strange creatures strike, Penny squints into the fog, drawing on half-remembered bardic tales and bug-riddled folklore in hopes of identifying them. Somewhere in his goblin brain, a scrap of useful legend stirs. At the same time, a wild spark ignites. Penny becomes something feral and old—a goblin of yesteryear, all fang and fury. Chaos gleams in his eyes, infectious and unhinged, as a wicked song bursts from his lips.

"Goblins gnash, goblins wail,
Eat your face and pull your tail!
Goblins torch and goblins burn,
Cook your bits up in an urn!
Goblins turn you into roast—
We be Goblins…
YOU BE TOAST!"

His voice cracks like a whip at the end, spitting the final word with gleeful fire.

He scrabbles wide of the party so he can get a clear line of sight on the creatures.

◆ Identify the creatures
◆ Courageous anthem - all allies gain +1 to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear.
◆ Stride

Courageous anthem - all allies gain +1 to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear

Intimidate 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

The goblin seems oddly excited by the swarm of bugs—instead of running away, he charges straight at them, eyes aglow with a gleeful hint of malice.

He grins wide and chants:

"Goblins love eating bugs,
They taste like delicious hugs.
We bite off your wings,
And chew on your stings—
Then dance as we slurp out the guts!"

Whilst not his best rhyme, there’s a dark viciousness in his tone that makes it clear - these bugs are far more likely to end up as dinner than danger.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Penny considers the dead for a moment, then softens his expression into one of deep understanding and support. When he speaks, his voice is low and consoling, each word carrying a soothing tone.

"It's time for you to have rest,
The fog—you gave it your best.
We will make it to town
And put the cause down.
To Pharasma go, and be blessed."

Nature 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Pennypockets looks about here and there, stopping to sniff the mysterious fog, run his fingers through the grasses, examine the flora, and pick his way along by checking the mosses on the trees to determine his heading—all while considering the mission at hand and the wishes of the (potentially!) friendly kami.

He coins another limerick:

"I'll examine and poke local flora,
The trouble with being an explorer.
I'm no great expert,
We might all get hurt,
And our health may end up the poorer!"

Despite his warning, he does seem to make a good job of it.

"Sounds like what we were sent to do! ...it's not like this is the first time a Goblin was semt to a village to go destroy something, but just being clear this time, I've been invited to yeah? People got really funny about Sandpoint and its relationship with the peaceful folk of the People's Democratic Republic of Thistletop"

The goblin pauses to see how the dialogue begins to play out - the fey translator can try their hand…

"Think I know what I need to know, let's head off" The goblin is upbeat and enthusiastic, especially about the homicidal grandmother Mrs Crinkle.

"I shall draw a healing potion from the Pathfinder Provisions, thank you" the bard replies.

Turning to the party he says "The most common threats found in the Forest of Spirits are bandits, oni, fey, and wild animals. If the balance of the forest has been upset, even kami and nature spirits can become aggressive and attack. There have been recent rumors of rare plants and animals smuggled from the Forest of Spirits being sold at markets in Minkai and Hongol by agents of the Golden League"

"Could be smugglers or poachers stirring up trouble—and if that's the case, we needn’t worry about knowing Tien. Violence is a universal language."

A green-skinned goblin emerges past the other party members. "Excuse me, I'm here for the briefing too," he says with a bow. "Pennypockets—though just Penny is fine," he announces. "And I bid you all warm greetings on behalf of the People's Democratic Republic of Thistletop."

He wears padded armour of a rather dashing cut, and carries a sword, buckler, and crossbow.

"What could it be in the fog?
A ghost, the fey, or a dog?
We have to go look,
And search every nook—
We're in for a bit of a slog"

/dot

Smooth run team! And thank you GM - I appreciate the gaming and wrangling on behalf of all of us :)

Pretty sure that ends it!

Despite the blow, Penny steps back in swinging!

Attack 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 1 = 26
Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Slash

Attack 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10
CRIT Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Slash

◆ Stride
◆ Attack
◆ Attack

Penny zips across the open space to deal with the next Zombie!

"Now you have us all crabby!
The goblin and friends are all stabby
We'll slice you to bits
and fill you with slits
Your welcome to us was real shabby"

Attack 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 = 20
Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Slash

Attack 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 1 = 25
CRIT Damage 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 2 = 5 Slash

◆ Stride
◆ Attack
◆ Attack

"Goblins bite and goblins bash
all your stupid skulls we smash!
Crush your bones up into paste,
We have got no time to waste,
When you see our mighty host
We be Goblins, YOU BE TOAST!"

The goblin pulls out his shortsword and looks very stabby at the yellow Zomber!

◆ Draw
◆ Attack
◆ Attack

Attack 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 = 17
Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Slash

Attack 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 1 = 20
Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Slash

Ugh

Penny just dashes towards the fray!

We were a long way back, take me all round just to get there :p
3 x Stride

"It seems the Gnome is a fraud,
And comes with his own zombie horde,
So through the back door
Knock them all to the floor
And make V C Hawksight applaud!"

The goblin says with a flourish, and a side-eye for Oskars comment.

Crafting 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"Sounds like Technic zombies, living creatures reduced to zombie-like complacency using implanted electronics"

Sounds like we have our info - let's get after this gnome!

"Thank you Miro! Good luck with your potatoes!"

"In order I suppose, off to Orin Blackfingers?"

"Miro! have you seen any wandering Gnomes named Zatqualmish? The one we are looking for may have a lot of ledgers and books. May also have been in carried off by someone." Penny looks aside "Nice tubers"

"It seems we have lost a Gnome,
It may be his feet set to roam,
but he has with him some books,
Upon which diplomacy hooks,
So we need to bring this Gnome home"

A green-skinned Goblin emerges past the other other party members "Excuse me, I'm here for the briefing too" he bows, "Pennypockets, or just Penny is fine" he announces "and I bid you all warm greetings on behalf of the peoples democratic republic of Thistletop" he wears padded armour of a rather dashing cut, with sword, buckler, and crossbow.

"Zatqualmish" he washes the word through his mouth getting a handle on it.

"Who would you suspect of wanting to sabotage this endeavour? Could it be possible you just have a free-roaming Gnoming on your hands?"

/dot

1) Pennypockets - Goblin Bard - bids you greetings form the Peoples Democratic Republic of Thistletop.
2) Have not GMd/Played.
3) Performance (Sing) 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Yay! Good game team! Thanks GM, I reckon that would have made for a cool bigger scenario, certainly had some good ideas to work with

The Goblin casts this time - sending forth magical missiles on the Burning skull!

Force Barrage - full round action
Damage 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3, 1) + 3 = 11

Penny seems super pleased with himself... until he sees the skulls. The goblin then smiles with a manic and feral glee!

"Goblins bite and goblins bash
all your burning skulls we smash!
Crush your bones up into paste,
We have got no time to waste,
When you see our mighty host
We be Goblins, YOU BE TOAST!"

The Goblin them mouths silent words towards two of the skulls.

◆ Courageous Anthem
◆◆ Haunting Hymn

Hits burning and scorching
Damage 1d8 ⇒ 5 Sonic
Basic save DC 19 Fort.

EVERYONE - +1 status bonus to attack rolls, damage rolls, and saves against fear effects.

Penny looks at the box and then gets to work

Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"That one was really tricksie!"

"I don't do this for a living" Penny offers slightly embarrassed by the time taken.

"Looks like they did what they could to protect themselves and the town after all"

"The brother Pellas seems like he fell in with bad company, or perhaps IS the bad company...nice people don't make all these traps"

The Goblin keeps working away...

Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 pass
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21 pass
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 pass
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14 fail - but not crit
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 fail - but not crit
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 fail - crit
**HERO POINT** Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 pass
Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 pass

Struggling at one point, but then safely clearing.

Pennypockets moves in and pulls out some tools then gets to work on the trap situation.

"The bats have all flown away,
the traps though seem set to stay,
I'll jam them real quick
hope it does the trick
Then we can go in and play!"

Thievery 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

I also have Bardic Lore to recall knowledge on any topic :)

"No need to be concerned, let us look and find the truth. If the information is there we will find it!"

Ready to progress

A green-skinned Goblin pipes up "Excuse me, I'm here for the briefing too"

"Pennypockets, or just Penny is fine" he announces "and I bid you all warm greetings on behalf of the peoples democratic republic of Thistletop" he wears padded armour of a rather dashing cut, with sword, buckler, and crossbow.

"Yes, here to help find the missing deed"

"The gorget has now been returned,
The dead body can also be burned,
We only met snakes,
now chopped into steaks,
And plenty of gold has been earned"

Penny bows.

"And with that I bid you all a fond farewell"

"The birdie went into a flap,
Seems its brain went snap,
the poisonous snake,
caused his world to flake,
but now he's his usual chap"

Performance 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Not much appreciation for fine Goblin poetry then...

Penny tries staying out of the way for the moment "Do we need to grab the birdie?"
Delay