Poog of Zarongel's page

Poog looks what is on the table, besides him, so he can kick it off to make room for his celebratory dance. He beckons Chuffy join him (since Chuffy obviously the only one to follow Zarongel's decrees).

Feeling inadequate to the task of chasing, but fully equipped to defer the responsibility, Poog gestures grandly at the fleeing human. "Zarongoolee demands her head for harboring a dread doggie!"

Poog. uh... seeks the tactical high-ground. On top of the table. Knees a-clatter.

"Is cause it is dread doggie!" Poog shudders, "They be indivisbility and you only see eyes. And only when they bite."

"No, Zarongul say doggie down that way," Poog pointedly stares down the corridor.

Poog's eyes glisten in fearful excitement. Death to barkers...

Poog returns to the aflame table and snatches one of the colorful boxes before it gets too charred. He nearly burns himself patting down one errant lick of flame. "Zarongulee says Licktoads are best and we's get to eat cake!"

Poog chases after the escapee, making sure to leave a suitable spot for Reta to come charge in. Poog moves to Q26

Attack!: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

Baaaah

"NO! Crybaby stay down!"

Attack! (of opportunity): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

oooo - another 1 damage

A wicked little thought spreads through Poog's mind as he sees the short longshank skitter away. Swiftly he dives under the table to break vision to himself then sneaks out again after her as fast as he can, a bit to the outside, the far right to swoop in on her from an unexpected angle - tackle straight at her legs to try and bring her down.

Fast stealth attempt to W27 to set up flanking later; uses covered table for concealment. Then attempts to trip the longshanks (which will provoke if she spots Poog, since he doesn't have Improved Trip)

Stealth (fast): 1d20 + 10 - 5 ⇒ (10) + 10 - 5 = 15
Trip (haste): 1d20 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) - 3 + 1 = 17

Naaaah - Poog is good with stabbityclubbing the downed longshanks too. That way his attacks might actually hit - and stupid longshanks won't stand up again after taking 1 damage and 1 non-lethal damage.

Poog keeps on wailing at the short longshanks!

Attack: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
Attack: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

Poog doesn't quite understand his fighting rhythm - his angry outburst kind of abated already; but he was still attacking and moving faster than ever before! Surely Zarongel was favoring him.

Attack: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1 1 non-lethal
Attack: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Poog flails his stick at the short-meaning-his-size-so-really-medium-sized long-shanks. The unexpectedly insightful thought derails his fury somewhat and his attacks aren't particularly effectual.

Attack: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
Attack: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

Poog still rides his anger, closes the short distance and attacks twice in rapid succession. "ZARONGULEEEEEEE!!"

Smack 1: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
Smack 1 confirmation: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8
Smack 2: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1 = 1 non-lethal

Poog nearly doubles up laughing at Reta's mishap (sputtering up some sweet icing, which he gingerly licks back in) - but gets angrily serious when he sees her drop to the ground. "Zarongul never allow Reta to shuttup!" The words invoke divine magic which Poog holds in his hands, then he quickly steps in and unloads his hand on Reta.

Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Poog moves next to Smuz to Y23 and snatches a handful of cake for himself.

Poog activates his Happy Beat Badge; just in time to avoid the worst of it. It still stings though. Poog screeches in anger, "You dare lay hands on Zarongoolee's chosen?" The echo of his words (and self-preservatory reflexes) make him add, "...well he likes me anyway."

Poog steps gingerly back and unleashes a world of fiery opinion on them!

Burning hands: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Poog scampers switfly to AB25 to chase away the obvioiusly delusional remaining longshanks. "OOGA BOOGA!?" he shouts hopefully at them.

Sure :) - the paaaain! FEEL IT!

Poog follows right after Chuffy, aiming his club low - the stinging pain like an ankle biter on the longshank's foot.

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

FEEL that non-lethal paaaain

Poog angrily brandishes his club, steps in, and pokes it hard against the meddlesome longshank's kneecaps. Noticing a portentious paling of its face, he cackles gleefully.

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

Edit: wooooaa. MAX DAMAGE!!

Poog stealthily stealths closer, just behind Chuffy. Using stealth.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Edit: well... its an improvement, maybe if I use "stealth" 20 times it will be a 20.

Poog follows Chuffy. Too curious to wait.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

Edit: Poog is too excited to pay too much attention to the toad that is obviously nestled on his head croaking loudly.

"Why colorful boxes with string around them?" Poog ponders aloud, then realization hits him: "So they burn better. Zaronguleeee..."

"Ready for raid! But sleepy." Poog yawns as he jams the fourth grub in his mouth. "Zarongel favorss the bright firess...", his voice trails off as he makes his way somewhere more quiet. He instinctively steers himself to the wee-goblin pens, before veering off into a likely looking alcove that holds a good amount of residual heat from fire.

"And Poog ride warhorse and set tail on fire!"

Poog emphatically raises his toad. "Poog toad is best toad! Poog seen Zarongel's blessing after licking this one!"

Poog waves at them, shouting "ZAAA-ROOOONNNN-GUUUUU-LEEEEE!"

"Why Loptop he not worthy of Zar-- oh. Ooh. Hehehe"

Poog doesn't have any magic left, well, mostly. Level 0 spells are an option.

Poog also helps up Smuz, along with Reta, "Smuz see other side? Zarongel send Smuz back?"

Angry at failing to get it right on the first try, Poog tries again, swifter, harder, more Zarongulean. If possible, he wraps the fiery bit with the tail so that it constantly burns. Then he attempts to scamper up the mule's back and straddles it from the top while shouting loudly "Poog also stab you with knife if you make fun of how he isn’t good at riding animals."

Standard action Burn the Tail: 1d20 ⇒ 16
Move action Ride: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Yeah, I'll treat it like the touch attack with produce flame. Sadly, a 9 doesn't quite hit.

If the sneak succeeds then the touch attack is against the flat touch AC; which might hit against a large creature - typically they have 9 flat-touch AC.

Poog sneaks towards the horses rear from under the wagon (via G49). He's not super subtle, mostly due to his malicious anticipatory cackling - but how perceptive are mules anyway? Distance penalty applies.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Poog then attempts to light the horses tail. Not sure how this would be resolved. He just holds the fire to the tail; a form of touch attack? Can he use sleight of hand?

Burn the tail: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Poog sneaks closer and sees if he can improvise a way to light a fire under the ass's ass.

Creative pyromania: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Knowledge(local): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Poog stares agape. "It... it... it is... it hideous!"

Knowledge(religion): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

But then hit eyes turn a murderous ember, "Za. Rong. Gu. Leeeee." He whispers as he sneaks up to the four-legged horror, his dogslicer comes to hand almost unbidden.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Poog nods, "You go Reta Bigbad, get present. Then we burn, colorful box have colorful flames."

"We no-longer-wee goblins; we put through many tests. Maybe Darkfear wurms is another test," Poog mentions while burnifying a dog image particularly badly.

Poog grumbles about the lack of Zarongel appreciation in that endeavor. Then realizes that he himself is part of the problem, so begins loudly extolling the Zarongel's many many virtues while starting to draw Zarongel graffiti, pardon, religious iconography.

I'm not even sure if normal dogslicers are appropriately sized for goblin welps. My assumption is that it is the same as handing a 6 year old a longsword.

Poog triumphantly wields his dogslicer. Grabbycats basically just dog welps after all.
Attack, flanking: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) - 1 + 2 = 21 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
Confirmation, flanking: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) - 1 + 2 = 10 damage: 1d4 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

Spectacular attack rolls for Poog. Figures that I'd get those on a non-combat character -_-

Edit: Poog goes after the most wounded one

Poog deftly steps further from harms way (but still close to Reta) and says: "Poog know Reta carry spit of Zarongel inside, Zarongel helps!" Cast cure light on Reta 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Sorry, Poog's around too (weekend too busy!)

Poog, with something akin to solemness, steps up too - presents his toad and sings:

"Poog say Zarongel is the best,
He help burn things and heal the rest.
Zarongel’s favor makes Poog blessed.
And Poog also stab you with knife if
you make fun of how he isn’t good at
riding animals."

"Zarongel teach dogs and long leg dogs are worst. Darkfear not so bad; dogs badder. Poog not worried about Darkfear," Poog attests, while standing firmly behind Reta and Chuffy.

Poog doesn't mind. Not that I doubt that they'll get themselves the ol' run-away at the first sign of trouble

"Best lick toads, with the best hero," Poog agrees. "You bad jokers anyways - cant even make fire. Best jokes are fire jokes."

Poog extracts his club and shifts into Rempty's blind spot. Then deftly - but also a little ineffectually - bonks him on the head.

Move action: draw club
5ft step to K10
Standard action: Attack!

Attack, flanking: 1d20 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 + 2 = 20
Confirmation: 1d20 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 + 2 = 16
*CRITICAL DAMAGE*: 2d4 - 4 ⇒ (1, 4) - 4 = 1

Poog glares angrily at his club.

"Well ZARONGOOLEE is helping POOG!" Poog shouts as he steps closer slightly 5ft step to L11 and invokes the greatest of goblin heroes.

Cast burning hands, such as to hit both Rempty and Culgick.

Rempty, AOO vs spell casting: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Rempty, shocked to see this unholy aggression from Poog, inadequately flails his stick at Poog - no doubt his focus still on Reta - and subsequently completely fails to interrupt Poog's efforts.

Burning hands, DC 12: 1d4 ⇒ 4

"BAH!! Zarongel tell Poog secret! Stupid Kettlhed secret! He says Kettle hid in cage when previous gob whelps became Licktoads! Kettle was scared, now thinks he strong enuf for new no-longer whelps! BAH!"