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"Chuffy is correct, we all contributed, though poog mainly fell of ladder while everyone else fight. I make many burnings

Crossbow at the ready, Mogmurch tries to find where the fireworks may be, wary of the barking.

Mogmurch, remembering the dumb toad dodge his fire belch, takes aim with his last bomb of the day.

ranged touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Hahahaha, a toasty Vorka is the best Vorka. Time to skewer dinner!"

Mogmurch shoots Vorka with shiny crossbow

Crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d6 ⇒ 3

Crit confim: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 201d6 ⇒ 2

He then reloads the crossbow.

Mogmurch snorts, "Big Bad at hitting doggers you mean, hahaha. How you miss a dog that big? I hope he eat you, then I eat him. I tell chief you no good with shiny weapon, maybe be better to trim nails with "

"Stop hiding, I cook you good, maybe you right and gobbo taste good!"

Mogmurch aching from heartburn decides to let out on final belch at Vorka

4d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 4, 5) = 20

Vorka is on the boat

I forgot to move up, its 25 feet

"Why you no burn froggy? THAT NOT FAIR"

Hearing Vorka blabber on, Mogmurch launches another foul belch at her intead

Firebreath: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 6, 4) = 18

Mogmurch, holding in the indigestion as he creeps forward, launches a burning belch of fire at the toad.

Fire Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 4) = 10

Elixir use 1 of 3. no attack roll required, DC 13 reflex save for half

"Ha! I cook fat froggie too! Bwahaha...*burp**coughing

"Hahahaha take that big doggie! preheated horsebits for everyone!"

Mogmurch, seeing the fell gobbo and hopper, scurries forward drinking the Elixir of Fire Breath.

Mogmurch makes horsey go boom, lobbing a bomb.

I'm not sure where Reta moved, but I will try to position myself where she doesn't provide cover, if applicable

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 261d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Crit confirm
Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Aren't Reta and Poog after Mogmurch in initiative?

Mogmurch refuses to hide in the face of such beautiful flames.

Mogmurch, dismayed that he does not have fireworks, readies his crossbow to shoot whatever comes out of the wreckage. Or whatever eats Poog.

Mogmurch follows 10 feet behind, ready to kill whatever eats Poog.

Mogmurch gratefully accepts the crossbow, despite the disdain evident in the gesture of giving it. Plucking a juicy slug from a small pot from his boot pouch, Mogmurch slurps and munches while considering.

Moments later....

"Duuudes... I just spaced out for a second. It's like my entire existence has been replaced with a new consciousness, unique and separate, yet inhabiting the same physical shell. Remnants of memories remain from two distinctly different egos, though beginning to coalesce into a new greater singularity."

Looking worriedly at the pot the slug was pickling in, Mogmurch tosses it away, and looks around trying to reorient himself.

"I'm sorry, what were we doing?