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Hi all. I've enjoyed playing this game, but things are just moving a bit to slowly for my liking. Good luck going forward, and hopefully we'll get the chance to adventure together again in the future.

Pickles notches another arrow hoping that this one is not as warped as the last one.

19 - 1d20 - 3 ⇒ 19 - (2) - 3 = 14 Bow (+2 for DEX, +1 for Halfling)

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

THACO is so confusing for me still. I just don't understand why it exists. I could probably grasp the process if I understood the logic behind it. I think the above means that I would hit an AC14???.

I'm all for it!

Pickles watches all the big rush by, and carefully loads and shoots his shortbow at the ugliest Goblin...

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Shortbow

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Arrow

Pickles sneaks back to the group, and gathers them around to describe the scene ahead.

"Perhaps we give it a couple more minutes, then take out the group around the cart"?

Pickles decides to move forward quietly and see what the disturbance might be.

1d100 ⇒ 41 Hiding in Woods (90% chance)

NOTE: I'm moving my office this week, so posting will probably be spotty. I'll do my best to keep things current.

Pickles glad to be back in the forest and hoping to redeem his earlier clumsy efforts, tries to scout ahead. He leaves his pup back with the remainder of the party, as he's not fully trained yet.

1d100 ⇒ 20 Hiding in Woods (90% chance)

"Horses are big and scary anyway. When do we leave"?

Woo! Hoo! That's level 3 for Pickles. Hopefully a little better luck on the HP roll.

1d6 ⇒ 3 Hit Points

Well... At least it's tree times what I got at Level 2 :-)

Pickles emerges from the kitchen where he had been begging a snack to stave off starvation... fully armed with two loaves of bread, and a large chunk of cheese in one hand, and a half eaten apple in the other.

"What! The town is in danger... more goblins to scout out? I'd better get some more food". The short but wide halfling turns to re-enter the kitchen.

Hope everyone had a great weekend. I've got business associates in town from tomorrow through Friday... so posting may be spotty. I'll try to keep up, but please DMPC to keep things from lagging.

Pickles turns the book every-which way attempting to make sense out of what the lines mean, when he overhears the conversation.

"Do you think this might be of use? I can't read it, but it looks like some lines and things on a map of the forest".

Is this game finished? Seems like nothing is happening.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 INT (10)

"Books are boring".

Then his sharp Halfling eyes catch something of interest.

"Hey! What's this here"?

"Woo hoo! Thanks! Pickles steps forward, and starts to hug the count, but then realizes that this is not proper courtesy, and instead Graciously accepts his rewards, and walks forward hands raised in celebration and acknowledgment of his heroics, before realizing there is really no adoring crowd to cheer him on, and stepping back into place with the remainder of his group... and Sticks of course.

Pickles pays little attention to all the chatter, concentrating instead on the playful nips of Sticks, and stuffing his chubby face with whatever comes to hand... even leftovers from other persons sittings.

Pickles wakes up on the verge of crying out. Sticks sets atop his chest whimpering and tentatively licking his nose as he comes to full wakefulness.

"There, there now pup. It was just a dream... no a nightmare. I know you would never betray me, and I would... probably... never betray my friends. Let's go see what's for first Breakfast".

Pickles notices that Sticks is looking for a place to make a bowel deposit, and tries to place himself between the pup and the Count to hide his business as he nods in agreement to Sigfried and Siegen's statements.

Pickles tries to find any spent arrows that might still be usable, with Pup trying to make a game out of it, and returning to the halfling with all manner of sticks... including one almost too big for the pup to carry.

"Good boy! You've got a name now. 'sticks' is your new name".

He then searches the mill for a juicy rat or something to cook up as a reward for his new companion.

"Good idea. Let's head out before that thing comes back and brings friends".

Pickles follows in Sigfried's footsteps watching the chest, and dreaming how he will spend the riches inside.

Pickles draws back his bow as if to send an arrow at the retreating figure, but then remembers the results of his last few shots against the armored creature and thinks better of it.

"Yes. Let's look around a bit, then head back to town to resupply before getting into this any further".

1d20 ⇒ 9 WIS (Target of 7)

Pickles eyes widen as he sees his more bloodthirsty comrades continue to press the fight.

"No! What are you doing? We're going to die".

He then says some choice halfling curse words, and lets fly another arrow at the armored nemesis.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 Bow

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Arrow.

And tries to find some cover to not draw attention, noticing that his quiver is soon to be empty. (6-arrows left).

In his fear he notices that the arrow once again clanked off the steel armor.

Pickles breathed a sigh or relief that the battle was over, and the man was withdrawing.

"Whew! That was close".

As he's beginning to pack up his stuff, and checking on pup, he notices that his companions hadn't taken advantage of the opportunity to save themselves.

Pickles will wait to see what the man's reaction is before he makes up his mind to fight or flee".

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 Bow

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Arrow

Pickles turns his attention to the smaller wolf with his next attack.

"That's sounding like a good idea to me! My arrows aren't sharp or strong enough to penetrate that things armor".

Pickles once again targets the big warrior, taking a deep breath to try and steady his aim.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 Bow

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Arrow

But the puppy under his robes twists and scratches his left nipple, causing the arrow to go awry.

"Ouch! That might be your name... Ouch".

"This is not going to end well"!

Pickles lets loose another arrow... and the large armored figure.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Futile attempt to hit

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Minimal Damage

1d20 ⇒ 20 Save vs. Breath Weapon (Note -1 vs magic).

"Oh Hells. Did you guys hear that"?

"One Down".

Pickles switches his attention to the squire.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 Bow

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Projectile

With the surprise attack on the goblins over, the enemy troops look in rough condition, however they do not scatter and run. Instead, they seem to take position to repel your advance. Two archers step away from the group and bring their bows to bear.

Attack Siegen: 1d20 HIT
Damage: 1d6

Attack Sigfrid: 1d20 MISS
Damage: 1d6

The remaining spearmen split up and attempt to harass Pickles and Dzhim.

Attack Pickles: 1d20 HIT
Damage: 1d6

Attack Dzhim: 1d20 MISS
Damage: 1d6

The goblin squire squares off with Siegen, sparing with the dwarf.

Attack Siegen: 1d20+1 MISS
Damage: 1d8+1

Finally with a snarl, a large wolf bounds out of the entrance of the Windmill and strikes at Sigfrid.

Attack Sigfrid: 1d20 MISS
Damage: 1d6

Do't forget Pickles goes on the same count as the goblins, and hit one of them... if that keeps one of the inured goblins from attacking.

PIckles gives a nod of satisfaction, and picks out his next target... one of the injured gobs.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 Ready, Aim, fire

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Result

Pickles stays back from the melee if possible, and uses arrows to try and pelt the goblin knight. Pup is tucked into his armor next to his body, and squirming a bit due to the activity.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 Shortbow

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Pointy stick with feathers on one end.

Initiative
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Pickles waits until the more robust of his companions draw near, then pulls forth his trusty bow, awaiting both a target and the start of the combat.

"Well I can try to scout ahead if someone will hold Otto. I've not been too good at sneaking so far today, but Otto certainly doesn't help".

1d100 ⇒ 20 Sneak (90% Chance)

Pickles has spent the last few minutes holding and feeding his new pup. He then tucks him into his side bag, and prepares to join the others.

At first you think you see a child playing with a puppy over by a giant fallen wolf... but then you realize he's clad in chain armor, and is cleaning a wicked looking sword on the said wolves fur. The halfling turns at the conversation, scooping up a puppy as he does so. He extends a grubby hand.

"Hi! Names Pickles and this is... well... he doesn't have a name yet. I'm sure something will come to me soon. Maybe he'll earn a name".

He goes over and looks at the bound goblin. "Personally I think transporting a captive in a sack is a good idea. Shouldn't take four of us to handle this scrawny thing".

He then sets the pup down, and it immediately runs off to some of the dried meat, struggling to pull away a hunk bigger than he is with a snarl and a look of "Just try and take this from me".

Mages aren't real useful at low levels... however they bring things that are hard to live without, and are required at higher levels.... so recruiting a mage gets a thumbs up from Pickles.

Pickles is a bit shaken, as the wolves jaws tighten around his thigh, but his armor holds, and he strikes back at the big, smelly puppy eater.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19 Puppy defending strike

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Wolf Filet.

Pickles continues to try and keep the Big Bad Wolf away from his new charge.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Longsword

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Wolf Chops

"Ouch! Stop that. You'll not get to feast on me or my pup".

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Sword

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Sharp side

"Uh oh! Help! Save the pup".

"Oh no you don't"! Pickles draws his sword and goes to intercept the wolf after his new friend.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17 Longsword
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Edge

Pickles is a bit hesitant to leave his new friends side, so he calmly pulls forth an arrow to loose at one of the archers.

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Initiative

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Shortbow.

1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Arrow

But his bad luck continues...

"Here hold this". Pickles thrusts the sleeping bundled puppy to brother Jacob. "Let me sneak up and see what we're up against before we go charging in. Might be a preferable approach. Keep an ear out for my shouts if I get in danger though".

1d100 ⇒ 94 (90%) Chance to hide/sneak in forested area.

I'll be damned. I must be the least sneaky halfling in the world...

As Pickles starts forward, his new puppy friend awakes and starts howling for his missing master.

1d20 ⇒ 7 WIS (7)

He tries to calm the puppy down, giving him a few scraps of food, as he joins the others headed towards the Cemetery.

"Where! where! He needs my help"! Pickles rushes over to Siegens area determined to rescue the innocent pups.

1d20 ⇒ 7 WIS (07)

Pickles is a bit disappointed that there are no dogs here.

1d6 ⇒ 2

1d100 ⇒ 93 Hidey, Hidey.

whoops!

Pickles pulls forth his shortbow, and nocks an arrow. "Well, what's the plan of attack. Should we watch for awhile first, or scout the perimeter? I'm pretty good at that".

Pickles shows great gratitude to the children, and takes the soldier with awe. "Thank you. Now I have someone to watch my back". He tucks the soldier deep into the folds of his clothes.

"I'll come back to visit when we're through, and teach you guys some new games".

Pickles had finally joined the others after spending an inordinate amount of time trying to befriend the family pets. He arrived just as they were being shown their sleeping arrangements, and smiled to himself when he didn't have to duck to enter. There are advantages to being small. He ate at the childrens table for meals, as it was more comfortable, and he didn't have to climb into or jump off of the chairs. The next morning he not only ate everything he could, he also stuffed his pockets with leftovers. Might need something for second breakfast.

He follows the others whistling a merry tune, and carving something unrecognizable which he swears is a swan out of a hunk on wood.