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I can't help but think we've lost all our momentum. Should we call it on goblin adventure! It was a good time!

Zord. Sad. :(

"Cthulu! Ooze... Cthulu...Rot!"

An miasma of rotting energy comes off of Zord and melts the flesh off Spike and Guffy.

Channels (5/6 uses/day, 2d6, DC16 Fort for half, 30 ft spread), avoids friends

channel energy: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

It comes out more like a weak fart.

I guess? I've never played a small character before! Didn't know that was a thing.

stealth: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20

"Zord! Quiet! Zord! Mouse!"

"Yes. Yes! Communal. Thing." Zord nods his head emphatically.

Zord turns to the others.... "Charge! Kill! Go! Ummmm... DogDog?"

Zord is waiting the the Chief to signal the attack!

"Well played, fiendish one! Ha ha ha! Blast them all to hell, my lemure! Bwa ha ha ha ha! Praise Cthulu, master of madness!"

Zords mental clarity will last as long as he can speak to his summoned creature.

"Ooo! Ooo! Wait. Wait!"

Zord begins to gesture in arcane symbols and dance about. Momentarily, a nasty blob of flesh appears with half-formed limbs and a face that looks like a melting candle.

A light bulb turns on in Professor Zord's head.

"Ah! Good sir lemure, you have arrived a time most fortuitous to our adventure. Friend Grubble had a most interesting idea, one that you are most suited to help with. He suggests that we simply burn down this entire town. Given your immunity to fire, and your hatred for pretty much.... everything.... I am going to give you this lit torch, and have you advance to the buildings before us and ignite them. Here you go. Go on now, pip pip."

Summoned an advanced lemure, summon monster 2.

Seeing DogDog still quite injured, Zord pulls out two wands at taps him on the head with both.

lesser restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 3 for con damage

cure mod wounds: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 2) + 3 = 11

"Leader! Great! Leader! Good!"

Zord fishes into his bag and pulls out two cure light wounds potions, which he gives to DogDog and Boggledock.

CLW DogDog: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW Comrade B: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

At the same time, the sign catches his attention, and he draws back in disgust.

"Words! Burn! Burn!"

I'll be on vacation July 20-29! If Gamemaster gets back and moves things along, please bot me so I don't hold you up!

Zord can swing his Szord or cast healing on his allies.

"Szord! Work! Cthulu!" Zord desperately prays to Cthulu that his new sword Szord can actually hit something.

szord: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 2 = 221d4 + 1d6 + 3 + 1d4 ⇒ (4) + (3) + 3 + (2) = 12

Probably too late, but don't forget your teeth are on fire.

Zord cheers at Szord gets even more hotter and more fiery-er!

"Szrod! Swing! Szord! Hot! Hot! Hot!

szord: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d4 + 1d6 + 3 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + (4) + 3 + (4) = 13

But Szord so far is very much being a Sdud.

Ok, so with the long break, I need a initiative reminder. seem like this is where we are:

Round 2

Boggledook -- went
Dog
Piggy --went
Grubble
Dogdog
Zord -- going in next post

It's no problem to wait. This game runs slower than others. I don't mind the slower pace.

"Yeehaw! Bacon! Ham! Pork! Ribs! Szordddd!"

Screaming his new sword's name, Zord gives it a good first test.

szord: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d4 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + (2) + 3 = 8

"Bacon! Bacon bacon bacon bacon!!!!"

With the charge of the boar, Zord's mind expands and he finds the ability to talk in a 4 word sentence! Truly amazing!

Aha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been bothering me for the six months I've been playing on these forums. :)

"Yes! Shoe! Bang! Bang!" Zord understands little of Boggledook's speech, but there is nothing like a good shoe banging to get a goblin's blood up. He removes his own shoes, and putting his hand up each, bangs both on the table as well.

"Munchmeat? Munch. Meat? Eat. Dead. Cthulu! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!"

Zord is ready to rock.

Everyone should check out the loot sheet. Since no one was clamoring for anything in particular, I divided things up pretty evenly with what seemed logical.Chief DogDog gets a new blanket.

Cool job!

I'm an ecologist (water stuff mostly)

Here is the link take 2.
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For some reason, I can never get urls to work when written out on these forums but the embedded links work.

Did Zord figure anything out?

I found two more items that never got identified from the last book. If I fail--again-- Boogledock could you try?

spellcraft heart shaped vial filled with a clear pink liquid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

small wooden bottle with a cork: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

I decided it was time for a loot tracker! Here it is... feel free to move your inventory into it rather than track it on your alias...

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1c235WMjH6hqDFnxhtgd54dMnYIKkL1i6FOv JuvZWYKs/edit?usp=sharing

Gameymaster, could you link in above?

I am moving 210 gold into everyone's column to account for the 840 in loose gold we just got.

Zord raises the flaming Dogslicer to the sky... "Call! Name!... Ummmm.. Best. Name.... Hmmm... Zord! Sword. Szord!!!"

Zord gives his newly named sword Szord a few practice swings. "Hee! Yah! Szord!"

Zord does a happy dance when he sees all of the luscious, luscious loot. He casts detect magic and does what he does best... identify things!

The 4 cure moderate wounds potions, the flaming dogslicer, and the fireball necklack are obvious, but the others require a bit of Zord finesse.

spellcraft a potion (picture of a smiling goblin engulfed in flame): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

spellcraft a wand of oak wood with a gentle warmth to it: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

spellcraft a Small cloak of elven make: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

spellcraft a nondescript bead (I'm sure its nothing): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

He also grabs Chief DogDog's favorite stick and gives it the old Zord try.

spellcraft DogDog's stick: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Zord shrugs his shoulders at DogDog's stick, and throws it for him.

Look at those rolls! Except for DogDog's stick, of course.:D :D

Does everyone want to take 1 cure moderate wound potion? Probably either Grubble or Boogle could use the fireball necklace. And unless there is contention for it, Zord would be very happy with the flaming dogslicer.

"What? Now? Chief?" Zord walks over to his new Chief and respectfully pats him on the head. But maybe the Wise Mummy has an idea too. He looks over at her. "Kill? Next?"

Animal Farm!

Uh... so is the order of licks indicative of the tribe's pecking order? (I'm glad I am above Dog, but Boggledook... lol lol)

Zord struts about proudly. "Ruff! Me? Ruff! Oh! Happy!" Zord gets a little teary eyed about his new title. If only ma were alive to see this proud day.

Bumping! Zord wants to be proclaimed leader! Can he overcome Dogdog for the big spot?

With a smirk and a chuckle, Zord casts levitate and floats out of the pie!

Zord was planning on simply making his escape, but now he sees that these eagles are a real threat, and he decides to end them before they hurt his friends!

He lets forth a burst of otherworldly, destructive energy, avoiding his friends.

Channels (3/6 uses/day, 2d6, DC16 Fort for half, 30 ft spread)

channel: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 for me to avoid fire damage

This game has been really fun lately. Thanks Gamemaster!

fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 resists the fire damage.

"Oh. No. Hot. Stuck. No. Like!"

Zord thinks getting his hands free has to be the first priority so he can cast a spell. With a burst of strength he didn't know he had, Zord pops the binds around his wrists. He is free!

strength check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

"Win! Win! Hurray! Good. Good. Boy." The sopping wet Zord reaches over and scratches DogDog behind the ear. "DogDogDog! Go!"

ah ha ha ha! love that DogDog is cheating.

wow, two draws!

"Gahhhh!" Zord doesn't want to lose! This time he grabs Grubbles hair and pushes.

bull rushing!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Shit, sorry about that ^^

And also remember we are in water!

Boggledook needs to beat 13 acrobatics.

Remember that Zord is onto of DogDog, who got a 13 acrobatic.

Grubble is on top of Boggledook. Grubble rolled at 18 acrobatics but that was to stay on his feet in case he falls off, I think.

You haven't fallen yet, Grubble! Not unless Boggledock does badly on acrobatics! He needs to beat 13

I am really looking forward to the reign of Chiefchief Dogdog.

"DogDog! Smash! Smash!"

Zord smashes into Grubble and tries to topple him over! His hands "accidently" find Grubble's neck a great place to give a big push.

bull rushing!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

The top player has to do a bull rush CMB check against the other top player's bull rush CMB check! And the bottom players have to make opposed acrobatic checks to keep their balance. You have to win both checks to take down the other team, but if each team wins one of the checks, it is a draw for that round. That is my suggestion, but GM please change if you would like!

"Chicken! Fight!" Zord jumps on DogDog's shoulder and challenges any and all to a massive chicken fight in the mucky water.

Zord pulls himself out of the water, holding a few dead fish and 2 dead frogs. He bites off the head of the frog and happily watches the rest of the contest.

"Zord. Sad." Out of the competition, Zord can only watch.

Until he sees a several frogs and a couple of fish in the water, and he channels to fry em so he can have a non-bird supper tonight.

"Hee hee hee. Cheat. Hee hee haw!" Having such a great time cheating, Zord attempt to edge out on a plank in order to get in range of the three remaining stirges.

acrobatic: 1d20 - 5 ⇒ (6) - 5 = 1

To absolutely no one's surprise, probably including his own, on the very first step on a plank, Zord's feet go out from under him and he falls into the muck headfirst. Zord pops up and laughs.

"Ahh! Water. Refresh!"