The strange goblin returns and sticks a note to the job board with a small dagger. The note is simply a list of Pathfinders' names to report for duty.
"Will the following Pathinders please report."
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Through the door bursts a small, jumpy goblin. He scurries forward to the job board, spits on the back of a notice and sticks it to the board. He looks around at everyone gathered in the hall, sticks out his tongue and gives everyone the raspberries, He then quickly rushes out the door.
"Pathfinders! The Society has discovered a powerful relic in the Verduran Forest that may be tied to local werewolf activity. Calling all available Pathfinders for help!"
The door to the Flaxseed Lodge opens with a creak. A small goblin enters and makes a bee-line for the bulletin board. "Rawble-rawble," the creature mutters as he uses a dagger to affix a notice to the bulletin board. Note:
A call is going forth for Pathfinders to help with a strange matter in Andoran. Interested Pathfinders should report to the Grand Lodge in Absalom.
-VC Moldreserva
A smelly little goblin darts through the door and sticks a note to the wall with a steak knife. "Rawble-rawble." He mumbles before turning and leaving.
A smelly little goblin darts through the door and sticks a note to the wall with a steak knife. "Rawble-rawble." He mumbles before turning and leaving.
A smelly little goblin darts through the door and sticks a note to the wall with a steak knife. "Rawble-rawble." He mumbles before turning and leaving.
Yes, thanks for running this, GM Tektite. See you at the Golden Serpent.
64554-6 if it needs to go to a Level-1 character. Does this just get treated like playing with any old pregen?
Poog continues to hold his stomach and sways back-and-forth a bit. "Ohhh, tumzy-wumzy hurts hurts hurts! Hic! Uh-oh. He lets out another firey burp, though not quite as potent as the previous one.
Poog rushes to the frog and swings with his dogslicer.
Poog quickly quaffs the Elixer of Fire Breath mistakenly thinking it was the potion of Bull's Strength. "Wait, this isn't the bully-bully snorting strong-goblin juice. This...this...ugh..." Poog leans forward and lets out a
Fire damage.
"Roasted Frogzies! Roasted Frogzies!" Poog screams as he creates another firebolt to hurl at the giant frog.
Poog then draws his dogslicer.
Poob hears the struggle inside and makes his way into the ship to join his friends. "Oooh, things to burn! Things to burn! Watch out!!!!" Poog brings his hands in front of him, fingers out-stretched towards the frog and Scribbleface. Sparks begin to appear from his fingers and suddenly, a cone of flame bursts forth, seeming to engulf the party's enemies.
Poog is a bit fascinated by the swarm of wasps surrounding the dog. "Burnburnburnburn. " Poog raises his arm and and a small ball of fire materializes in his open hand. He then rears back and hurls the bolt of fire at the dog.
Poog becomes a bit disoriented by all the action. Since he still has his blade out, he races towards the dog, swinging the blade in front of him randomly, hoping to hit something. "Barky-arky! Get it! Who care about stingey-thingies!"
Poog keeps his dogslicer out. He bounds forward and up the ladder to join Reta on top of the ship. He begins slamming the hilt against the side of the makeshift cabin on top. "SCRIBBLEFACE!!! Get out here now, now, now, NOW!!!"
Poog sees the horse and immediately gets excited. "Aha! Horsie! Poog hate horsies even more than terrible manylegs! Aaaaaaarrrrgh!" With that, Poog rushes in to the fenced area, straight towards the horse and draws his Gorge of Gluttons, eager to finally bring down a horse.
Poog steps back and shouts, "Maybe manylegs no like FIRE!" He waves his arm in the air, gathering from nothing a pulsating orb of fire. Poog then makes a throwing motion with his free hand and sends the bolt of fire at the spider.
Poog brings his Gouge of Gluttons above his head and brings it down on the giant spider. "DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! Manylegs babykiller must DIE!"
Poog is initially taken aback by the appearance of the spider. "ACK! Manymanymanymanymanymanymany legs!!!" He quickly regains his composure and draws his Gouge of Gluttons while joining his goblin companions in attacking the spider.
Poog steps forward, "Poog is one HUNGRY goblin. Poog want food now and don't care what it is. Gimme gimme gimme that!" Poog grabs the sack of slugs and examines them. "Oooh. Dark, slimey, oozy little buggers. Poog now not so sure..." He looks around at the crowd, trying to build up the courage to complete the task. In a quick motion, he stuffs a handful of slugs into his mouth. "Hmphf, urgh. Nom nom..."
"Poog not feel so good...Must. Keep. Slimies. Down." He grabs another handful of slugs and almost retches as he begins chowing down on them.
"Buuuuurrrrrrrrrp!"
Poog looks away from the candle flame as enters. "Reta go ahead and marry Gutwad. Poog want no part of it." He then brings out his jar of pickled fish heads, opens the lid, and takes a sip of the brine. He smacks his lips in satisfaction and secures the lid and puts the jar away. "Wonder what Gutwad wants with the likes of us," Poog thinks aloud.
As Poog enters Chief Gutwad's residence, he sits where directed to, but sits fidgeting with the dead toad that he carries with him. Since it's dead already, it matters not how tight I squeeze him... After getting a look around the room, he becomes fixated upon a lit candle at the table. Throughout the meeting with the chief, Poog finds himself unable to fully concentrate due to the allure of any and all flames in view. Please, oh please, oh please gimme a chance to burn something!
Greetings. I'm going to try out the cleric, Poog. |