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Poog turns his attention to the Captain Cool-coat, but seeing Venti go down, completely forgets about trying not to kill the Chelaxian. He transfers his insulting song to her.

"You are bad, you are Chelish, when you're dead, then I'll relish!" he sings. "And where do we put a dead Chelaxian? No one knows, but axe me again!"

Strike, Reload, Goblin Song
Big Boom Gun (cobbled, fatal d12, range 20 feet, reload 1: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 1 = 16
Modular B, P or S: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Precision (Slinger’s Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Cobbled flat check? DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Performance (trained): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Will (trained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

"We can be killing the devil, right?" Poog asks, pulling out his gun and unloading it on the creature.

"You stink like Hell, you really smell, we'll all be swell, when we ring your bell!" he starts chanting.

Interact as part of initiative to draw gun, Strike, Raconteur's Reload to Demoralize the captain and Reload, Goblin Song vs. the devil
Big Boom Gun (cobbled, fatal d12, range 20 feet, reload 1: 1d20 + 9 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 1 + 1 = 16
Modular B, P or S: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Precision (Slinger’s Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Cobbled flat check?: 1d20 ⇒ 6 This firearm is cobbled together and likely to misfire. No matter how well you upkeep it, on a failed attack roll, the attack misses and you must roll a DC 5 flat check. If you fail this check, the weapon misfires (which automatically makes the attack a crit failure).

Intimidation (trained) to Demoralize captain: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Performance (trained) vs. devil's Will DC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Poog ambles up the gangplank unconcerned, looking around to see what the most flammable part of the ship is. He cocks his head, listening for screaming eels or goblin snakes or any similar threats in the water.

To goblinslaughter you! Poog thinks, though he keeps his mouth shut.

"If they can't swim, they would submergible under the water!" Poog points out to Priya, since no one else answered her question.

Poog thinks for a minute.

"Oh! What if we am swimming to boat, and then climb up side?" he asks.

He imagines half-horses can do that with no problem, considering how dangerous full-horses are.

That could avoid the gangplank problem. Maybe most of us do that, then Rhia charges up the gangplank and knocks it free?

Fantastic: "Insurgents could be sneaking past the windows, and you'd never know"

Poog's eyes get wide as the loyalists make it into the stables, and he stops side-eying any dangerous horses locked in this prison -- at least the longshanks know enough to do that!

"You smell like a dog, you look like a horse, you snore like a log, you like even worse/Get in the jail, or I'll shoot you of course!" he chants, firing before anyone has a chance to lock themselves in a stable.

Goblin Song, Strike, Reload
Performance (trained) vs. Will DC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Big Boom Gun (cobbled, fatal d12, range 20 feet, reload 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Modular B, P or S: 1d6 ⇒ 1 OR Crit damage?: 2d12 ⇒ (3, 11) = 14
Precision (Slinger’s Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Poog could set inn on fire -- or ship -- or both! -- and then we take advantage of the mayhemline?" Poog suggests, eyes alight at the idea of arson.

Poog fires his gun, and then throws the casing to the side, creating a distraction as he ducks into the underbrush and fires again. He winces as his gun starts smoking ominously.

Strike, Raconteur’s Reload (Create a Diversion), Strike again!
Big Boom Gun (cobbled, fatal d12, range 20 feet, reload 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Modular B, P or S: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Precision (Slinger’s Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Deception (trained) to Create a Diversion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Big Boom Gun (cobbled, fatal d12, range 20 feet, reload 1: 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 5 = 15
Modular B, P or S: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Precision (Slinger’s Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 4
In case that misses:Cobbled flat check?: 1d20 ⇒ 2 This firearm is cobbled together and likely to misfire. No matter how well you upkeep it, on a failed attack roll, the attack misses and you must roll a DC 5 flat check. If you fail this check, the weapon misfires (which automatically makes the attack a crit failure).
Critical Failure? The attack misses, the weapon misfires, and explodes in your face. Fire damage: 1d12 ⇒ 6

Seeing the others trying to grab supplies, Poog gets distracted, trying to shovel more into his pockets too quickly, before anyone else can grab them, but mostly just dropping things on the deck.

Thievery (trained): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

1d4 ⇒ 3 2 damage after resistance

Poog hisses as the fire actually burns him -- ignorpotamus fire! -- and moves into action. Rushing to help Priya, he starts grabbing supplies that look interesting and stuffing them into his pockets!

Thievery (trained): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"FIRE!" Poog cries gleefully, spending a round watching as the ship he's standing on bursts into flame.

Going to be utterly useless for a round! :D

Thrilled that he can shoot the armor without having to worry about what anyone will say or think, Poog does just that, launching into song: "Armor breaks and armor bends, it gets smashed and this fight ends!"

Goblin Song vs. captain, Strike vs. armor, Reload
Performance (trained): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Big Boom Gun (cobbled, fatal d12, range 20 feet, reload 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Modular B: 1d6 ⇒ 6 Or Crit damage?: 2d12 ⇒ (7, 2) = 9
Precision (Slinger’s Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Or Poog could shoot the boat, causing to misundate with water and sink?"

If others reject that idea, the goblin sighs heavily and holds out his hands to be bound.

"Poog will be hot-stage! Though he bets it will be a boring conversation talking to people on the boat."

"Gun is much better than whip," Poog said. "Poog once heard story about swordsman trying to attack man with whip. Looked very bad. Then man with whip pulled out gun and it was very bad for swordsman!"

He sighs at the idea of having to not kill people.

"But what happened to shipment?" Poog asks. "Maybe it got wrong-way-laid?"

"Devils and revels, fire and ice," Poog says, breaking into a glorious goblin song as he scampers toward a crate. "Chelaxians getting crushed by a crate sure would be nice!"

Ten Paces (free), Goblin Song vs. a frontline, Strike vs. crowssbowman, Raconteur Reload (Demoralize vs. crossbowman)
Performance (trained): 1d20 ⇒ 8

Big Boom Gun (cobbled, fatal d12, range 20 feet, reload 1: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 = 18
Modular B, P or S: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Precision (Slinger’s Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Intimidation (trained): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

"And violence!" Poog says. "Is probably just lacking-days-ickle longshanks' fault. Goblins never have problems like that. Or maybe is kobolds. They like setting traps. Are any kobolds in Hellbreakers?"

Leaping at the crashing noise, Poog pulls out a gun and fires a shot toward the crates! "Danger!" he shouts, reloading furiously.

"Where are they?" he calls out, glancing down at the dying halfling.

Poog's eyes grow wide as Rhokrag speaks. "Yes, Poog will burn the revolution! Good flammable supplies! Poog can make some if this Gertraud Mildenhall burnt them all! She sounds like a pyre-maniac, but Poog understand!"

Earlier

"Any chance you mean undertakers?" he asks drolly.

"No, you can take dead bats, Poog no want them. Unless they have guano he can use!" Poog magnanimously replies.

Now
Poog grabs several handfuls of pastries and quickly starts stuffing them in his mouth. "Mmph! Shticky!" He happily licks the frosting off his fingers and reaches for more.

Poog nods in satisfaction. "Yes, they should notice that Poog saved them from dead bats. Then we be Hellbreakers and Underbreakers!" he says proudly.

With lightning speed, Poog seems to have his big gun out in his hand the moment the first bat thing shows up. "Poog take care of this!" he calls out.

He fires the comically-oversized gun that seems to explode in his hands, sending a shot toward the nearest bat. Using the blast of fire and noise to duck down and out of sight, he fires again!

Interact to draw gun (free), Strike, Raconteur's Reload (Reload and Create a Diversion), Strike x2
Big Boom Gun (cobbled, fatal d12, range 20 feet, reload 1, inspired: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 1 = 21
Modular S: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Precision (Slinger’s Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Deception (trained): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Big Boom Gun (cobbled, fatal d12, range 20 feet, reload 1, inspired: 1d20 + 9 + 1 - 5 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 1 - 5 = 23
Modular S: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 or crit damage?: 2d12 + 1 ⇒ (10, 12) + 1 = 23
Precision (Slinger’s Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 1

"Yes, we make Isger great again!" Poog calls out as the unfriendly strangers leave. He mourns the missed opportunity to shoot them. He eyes the bomb, holding out his hand for it in hopes it's something that might blow up.

Earlier
Poog happily takes the coins. "But you am wrong. Hungry goblin is not a problem because is weak with fame-dish. It's goblin that has lots of food that has strength to be dangerous! Plus practice at lighting fires for the food. Poog learn this at school when he was very young!"

Now
The goblin crouches in the wagon. He knows people like this. He knows they could cause trouble. Of course, he's not hungry at all, which means he is very, very dangerous. Maybe Ven or Von will make them go away, but if not, Poog definitely will! He bites down on his silver coin in anticipation.

"Poog have no funs, so will find food on the road," the goblin says with a shrug, looking for a spot in the wagon where they can sit comfortably. Maybe next to the driver?

"Trinill is indigent wizard?" Poog asks with a hopeful smile.

Poog looks disappointed that the cheers only nearly bring down the roof. If it had succeeded, that would have been much better!

"Poog am staying at Wizard's Grace. Maybe the wizard will get mad, and become much less hospital!" he says, grinning at the idea that they might have to fight with a wizard.

Performance (trained): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Poog leaps onto a table. "Poog am here! Poog fights all the hellknights in the Chitterwood. Poog shoots them, tracks them, cracks them, burns them, just like you all should! But the hellknights turn and run, so Poog can't have more fun. So Poog follows them here, to Breachill, where he finds he missed a great big thrill. Poog missed the dragon, so raise a flagon, that Poog gets to kill them all next time!"

He looks a little concerned, however, as he sits down, as if remembering something he doesn't want to remember.

Poog watches with undisguised glee as the half-horse woman and the ghost face off. Maybe there'd be a fight?! A fight poog could join! And all that alcohol was probably flammable. If that one old guy had drunk enough, he'd be flammable too! Probably. Only one way to find out, really.

Poog enters, a frown across the goblin's dirty face. He'd missed the dragon. More importantly, he'd missed the hellfire! It must have been amazing. Maybe not for those caught in it, but that much fire? Oh, what he would have given to see that. It's not the same as the fires back in the Chitterwood. Certainly not like the ones his parents told him to stop starting. But it wasn't his fault they'd been "civilized" after the last big war. And just because they'd tried to make him civilized too, well, he wasn't having that. And now war was coming back to Isger, and he was going to be involved this time. Not for the goblins, not for Isger. For the fire! Surely there would be more fire, and more explosions in this war, ones he could be part of!

He glances at the centaur in the corner, and a shiver runs down his spine. They're half horses, and everyone knows horses are especially dangerous. Almost as bad as stupid dogs. And this half-horse was a hellknight. But maybe she'd want to start a fight? One he could be involved in? That might be worth the risk. A wicked smile crosses his face as he makes his way toward her adjusting his big boom gun on his back. He'd personally make sure there were more fire and explosions, for sure!

OK, I think I'm going to bow out and take this one off my campaign tab. Thanks for a great game, everyone! I really enjoyed it and will miss playing with Poof.

"So we am good, then? We am leaving snotty sword and going home?"

Poog shrugs.

"Then all am good, right? You am saying words, and he am lifting curse. What am problem?"

"You am not knowing! There am people who am liking that! Poog am liking to see a naked goblin sometimes."

"Hmph. What am laws. Poog am not swearing to dance naked for hosts entertainment."

Poog's eyes grow wide as he looks around. Seemingly unerringly, he is drawn to a crystal vial, a bluish flame seeming to dance within. Uncorking it, the goblin greedily suck down the flame, steam rising from his skin and his eyes turning yellow as the sun before they start dancing with flame.

A second later, he burst into flame, a flickering sheath of fire surrounding him, and reflecting off his white teeth as he grins.

"Now Poog am powerful as fire!" he says with a cackle. "They am regretting that they am thinking Poog am not strong enough to be part of goblins!"

Hearing It yap, he turns to the dirty terrier and lets it lick out the remnants of the vial. With a small whine, the canine bursts into flame, the sturdy dog transformed into a dog-shaped creature of pure elemental fire!

"Poog am ready for victory, though."

"Ha! Manure cart mule shoes. That am funny. Well, we am not getting treasure for any reason staying here. We am going to find Marysthan and getting our reward, now?"

"Hmmph. You am sword. You no am needing treasure. You am acting up, you being stuck in stone! Poog am cursing you so you am not being pulled free until some king am wanting you!"

The goblin glares at the talking sword.

This may be the most ridiculous thing I've had Poog do yet!

"Fine. It am meaning more treasure for Poog, then."

The goblin harrumphs irritably.

Stupid humans. Why die when there's no reason to?

"That am stupid. Magic am bringing him back," the goblin insists.

Once informed of the situation, Poog frowns.

"That am no problem," the goblin says. "Poog am able to make him come back. Show Poog where him body am, and Poog am casting spell so we can go get reward."

Aw. :(

After Asha gets up, Poog dips a finger into her rice and tastes it. Making a face, he ignores her food, glancing over at It, who has now climbed up on the bench and reached up, the dirty terrier's tongue cleaning out Simon's bowl of gruel.

"You am having it if you am wanting, it," he crossly tells the dog. "She am leaving, but it am no good at all."

He takes another bite of the fresh bacon in front of him, dredging it in gooey egg yolk on his plate.

Poog shrugs and sits down to eat.

"He am not eating his portion if he am not here, right?" he asks, looking around and reaching for Simon's bowl.

Realizing it's simply gruel, he grimaces and pushes it back.

Just FYI, this is a really busy week for me, so not sure what my posting rate will be like through Monday. It's easier to post in games I'm playing, rather than running, so I doubt I'll miss anything, but if I'm holding things up, please feel free to DMPC me.

That said, we're really close to done. Let's finish this bad boy up!

Poogs eyes grow wide, and he breaks out a toothy smile.

"Ah, this is good magic. Soon Poog am able to eat fire without burning himself too!"

He applauds in all his goblin glory as the man performs, It sitting next to him, dirty tail wagging enough to kick up a small cloud of dust.

Poog grumps around the rest of the night, waiting to claim his prize.

Poog scowls at Simon and moves closer, roughly channeling magic to heal the man.

Convert a spell to cure something or other, even if it is "color" at this point.