Not yet--fighting the boss. I've managed not to get botted yet...but yes, soon Shungie will be level 3!
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Player: Eric Santiestevan
Poog looks wide eyed at Vorka's smoldering head-stumps. "Zarongel bless us many, Licktoads. Mogmurch, Zarongel smile on you." He rushes to help gather flammables.
I'll be on vacation from 6/3-6/7...I'll try to post, but feel free to bot Poog as needed. Zarongel need kindling!
"Poog not food, Toad. YOU BE FOOD! DIEEEEE!" screams Poog, and hacks at the giant froghemoth with his dogslicer.
Poog tosses a javelin at Vorka.
Poog casts Divine Favor on Poog! He looks at the bag of fireworks and a gleam comes into his eye. "Mogmurch…Mog best at throwing things and blowing up things. Use the Skyrocket on Vorka." Poog takes out his flint and tinder and grins a very wide goblin grin.
"Vorka has the spells!" hisses Poog.
Draga:
Poog will continue to scan! "Magic here...make-things-magic, like FIRE, and change-things-magic, like dogs into bugs..." Poog continues to sniff out the magic in the room, focusing intently, completely ignoring stupid Scribbleface.
Draga: Yes yes Poog want know more!
Poog casts Detect Magic, and also taps Chuffy for Guidance. "Zarongel keep Chuffy safe, Chuf," he says somberly.
Poog scratches an ear and moves about the mess. "Poog somewhat impressed with these longshanks..." He looks at the carnage. "Don't let bag eat Chuffy, Chuffy," he says, eyes blinking.
Poog swings his dogslicer again! Doing nothing!
Poog swings his dogslicer again! Doing nothing!
"Thank you, Reta!" says Poog, giggling, and zips past the goblin fighter. He swings with his mighty dogslicer.
Poog does not fumble this time, and is about to loudly boast to Reta when he remembers to keep his mouth shut.
Poog shrugs. "No killing dog without us, Reta," he growls.
Eager to shed the blood of a dog, Poog draws his trusty dogslicer and scampers to attack the other mangy cur!
Poog nearly drops his lucky toad, his snacks, and his javelins. He grimaces silently.
"You alll quiet!" hisses Poog, glaring at Chuffy and Mogmurch. "No sneaking when yelling. Reta, we go, kill longshanks annnnd horses, and take fireworks. Make the rope go up.
"Eat some, burn some, take some," says Poog, his stomach growling.
Poog takes the scrolls and the curative potions. "Reta, you take the strong potion," he says gruffly. He scans the eggs. "Poog wonder when they hatch. We burn them or we squish them, then take them back to chief and eat them," he says, as thoughtfully as a goblin does.
Poog trots along behind Chuffy. "Stealing from trash is not scary, Chuffy!" he hisses, his toad bouncing along with him.
Poog nods solemnly and pulls out his wand of healing for Reta.
He then shakes the wand, frustrated, and tries again.
"That enough for now, Reta," he growls.
"LotsLegs left tracks---it went this way before. Look," Poog points out the marks left by the spider in the marshy ground. "Maybe it lead to treasure, or maybe to goblin baby bones."
"We are best warriors of Licktoads! LotsLegs scare us and eat us no more!" Poog dances around, chanting to Zarongel. LotsLegs big, LotsLegs scary,
Poog trips on a stray spider leg and ends his song with a shriek before realizing LotsLegs is still dead. "Poog was just reenacting fight," he says with a surly tone.
"Hey, come back, Lotslegs! We eat you slowly!" Full of bravado, Poog runs to a better position to blast the spider with fire again. He briefly considers burning the webs off of Reta, but thinks better of it (for now).
Poog races around to the other side of Longlegs and unleashes an all-powerful Fire Bolt! "ZARONGEL BURN YOU! BURN YOU AND MAKE LONGLEG FRIES!"
Zarongel, however, does not smile upon Poog this evening.
"Poog heard about Sandypoint once.." The cleric shivers, remembering something about a bunch of longshanks.
Poog glances at his companions, then goes about eating what he can as well. Many gifts. Why? Just for fireworks? But he soon gets caught up in the reverie of the evening. At some point in the evening, he mentions to the soberest of the Goblin Heros: "Poog realized that Slorb hardly necessary for Chief. Only to get into throne seat."
"That Poog's ring too, Mogmurch!" yells the cleric, snatching it away from Poog. He looks at it and bites it. "Bleh! You take it," he grumbles, flipping it back to Mogmurch. "It best with that Chuffy--where is Chuffy?"
Kewl. :)
Poog runs off to hide in the marsh, still licking slug goo off of his fingers.
Poog think that Reeta cheated in glorious mounted riding ability. Zarongel will reveal truth!
Poog makes a valiant effort, chasing and re-swallowing the pesky slugs, but he only manages to down four of them, ultimately. He kaffs and spits out the final bladder, his ears drooping. "Slugs cheated," he coughs.
Poog finds some soot from a blackened log and hastily smudges what might be writing on the sides of the map, shivering. "Zarongel protect me," he murmurs. "Poog can hold map," he says confidently. "Follow creek, avoid Vorka, get fireworks. But look, many water crossings. We work together to not die." He takes a step forward, then stops. "Oh, but first the feast," he says a little sheepishly.
Poog no share knowledge at this time.
Poog is taken aback at the speech, but recovers quickly. We get fireworks for you, Chief Gutwad! Make anything dead that crosses our path! Fire will burn!" His sunken chest swells with pride.
Poog snorts and flicks the bomb away. "No one want to be like Mogmurch, not even Mogmurch," he says with contempt.
Poog turns around to growl, then remembers that Reta is one of the goblins who can best him--but also needs him. "Yes, Reta Bighead, Poog get invitation," he says, in a sort of surly tone. "Probably your invitation was mistake. Zarongel can correct with fire," he continues, waggling a hand.
This due to niggling grammatical fact that both mean can BURN!
Poog ready to burn all flammable AND inflammable things!
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