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Phew, that went well. What levels can this be applied to? I'm assuming 1-4, and would like it on Olexbu (150618-2010). He is exactly level 3 at 24 XP. Thanks to everyone for a fun and long-lived game! Hopefully I'll see you all around the boards.
"Yes! Tear it to bits or we're all worse than snacks!"
Out of other options, Chewface wonders how much of a brain it has. Maybe that can be hijacked to save the day? "Get away from that," he shrieks.
With his fire off-target or ineffective, Chewface tries for a last-ditch attempt at slowing the drudge down.
Chewface breaks into an ungainly sprint to save some time. "Get back here! We'll mash you into scraps!"
Unskilled at tracking, Chewface relieves his nerves a little while Gobil begins the search. He does so by cackling over Vilree's body and emptying his waterskin full of alchemical runoff over her face. As Hulgur springs into action, the goblin picks up his large staff in case the fight keeps moving. Not keen on getting close to the drudge, he throws fire at it.
Chewface shakes his head groggily, still on the floor. Not even bothering to get up, he tries to summon more help. This new creature, made of loose stones, immediately sets about making itself a larger target.
Unfortunately, 'stop, drop, and roll' doesn't help the goblin at all.
Chewface crumples, his luck with fire and not getting hit finally collecting its due. His summon, however, still has a few precious seconds left in this world...
...and after a surprising hit, it too flickers out.
Unused to Merin's ministrations, Chewface is left only with slight pain. Clearly, he has bested the fire on his own, as befits his goblin blood. Such a sensation makes him feel...powerful!
"Argh!" Chewface doesn't appreciate the fire as much as he expects to. He tries to siphon some of it off his charred form and into the mephit he conjures next to Vilree. Its summoning complete, the creature breathes more flames over the elf and her companion.
Chewface snorts. "You didn't break any cycles and expect us to? Everything dies." Unless someone physically stops him or attempts to continue parley, the goblin starts casting Summon Elemental.
Chewface drops into a crouching slow-walk, though as he's closer to the back it isn't likely needed. Passing a crystal, he tries to chip some off the wall with his dagger, but gives up quickly. Stealth:
"There better not be much more'a this," Chewface growls, sitting down to flip idly through his spellbooks. "Why does she have so many distractions?"
"Dirwy! Ond byddai'n haws petaech chi'n rhoi'r gorau i symud." Goblin:
"Fine! But it'd be easier if you stopped moving." Chewface lapses back into his own language as he flicks more fire at the thing in annoyance. "Wonder if they're all alive in there?"
"Stay away from it?" Chewface says helpfully, tossing another ball of fire. "S'what I'm doing. Not much else to do. Don't hurt its brain - uh, brains, but only I do that."
Chewface laughs a little at this development, but more in the vein of someone with no idea what else to do. "Cage it up and throw V in there. We've got our own research to do!"
"What'd you do to get stuck down there?" Chewface vaguely asks, peering down to determine the being's ancestry.
Chewface keeps pace, conjuring up more fire for imminent throwing.
Chewface keeps holding off on destroying the equipment. "How much further in can she hide? Hey! Hey rat!" He starts calling to the odd creature, on the off chance it understands. "Where's V? And do you really wanna do that all day, slaving away? Get out while you can!"
"Looks like that'd set you on fire!" Chewface crows as he follows. "Guess it'd be more useful if you had it," he adds, a touch sullenly.
"So what of this're we torching?" Chewface asks the most important goblin question. He injects a bit of logic right after and looks more sour for it. "She probably can't use it in a pinch, and maybe we could sell some."
Chewface looks ready to breeze by this room, but he does a cursory scan just in case. "Gotta be quick. Through the kitchen? Probably a dead end, with more of those homunculi. But either way it gets louder from here, and then they're already disposed of."
Chewface looks for a safe place to stand as he takes aim at the drudge Gobil is menacing.
Fire should work better on these awful things...right?
Seeing Allania take a break, Chewface follows suit. He looks over the ashes at the same time, not doesn't expect to find any magic.
"Get off or get toasted!" Chewface calls on extra magic to guide his shots and avoid hitting Allania.
Chewface hops around to get a clear shot through the shark-infested melee. "They don't care much about fire," he says, but that's his most reliable offense at the moment.
"Shoulda known V doesn't care about anyone," Chewface says, acting as if he expected something. "Good trickster, gonna say that much."
"Leverage," Chewface says dismissively. "It's not an orc, so probably V's. Either she gives up to get it back or she gets mad and we kill her like planned."
"Don't think any orcs or her heard all those screams? We should go quick, get things over with before they set up too good."
"Hey, shut up!" Chewface yells, not helping the lost cause of stealth as he throws fire at the homunculus.
"Hope that isn't V's," Chewface mutters. "Only good mages can make 'em. And whoever made it's close. Maybe we can jump it and have a bargaining chip, or pretend to and then go in swinging?"
"Ooh, what're you?" Chewface says, surprisingly not trying get the thing's attention.
"I'm not trying very hard," Chewface chips in as he follows. "If she gives up, great. Not gonna try to act like she won't kill us back until we make sure she can't."
Chewface doesn't look enthused by menial labor, as little as it is, but he chips in anyway. "Sure. Something's up with the seat." The throne opening up explains this, and leaves him fairly sure there aren't any traps. "Oh, phew. Hey Merin, goodies!"
Chewface ambles over. "If that's her, is she worshiped by orcs? Doesn't make sense." He does a routine check for traces of magic.
"See, that went well. Now the orcs're gone and we'll see what's up here." Chewface spends some time with the recuperating party as he peruses his spellbook. He then starts poking around the buildings, quietly in case of more aggressors.
Secret Roll:
Against his better judgement, Chewface tries to get the big orc's attention with more fire.
Chewface takes a moment considering how best to immolate one of the orcs menacing his allies.
"Ha ha!" Chewface crows as his mephit works to great effect. "See that, greenies? And you really wanna fight us?" At the goblin's instruction, the elemental spews forth a smaller, less controlled blast of air.
Chewface is slow to catch up, as he is directing the mephit to similarly slow down the orcs' advance.
Chewface vigorously airs out his cloak, and from it pops a little wispy creature. The goblin beckons the mephit to go inside. It scowls before doing so, following Gobil and Screech.
Chewface looks to the more hospitable mountain faces, but instead sits down to wait for the door to open or a rope getting thrown down.
Chewface looks out for nasty magic throughout the trek. One hand remains free for casting, the other clutches his container of the vile oily substance, as if ready to force-feed it to enemies. The new obstacle serves to stir the goblin from his silence. "Was this on the map? Couldn't be V's. Let's find a way around."
I don't need much in terms of scrolls. Maybe one with Dispel Magic, or some other catchall. I think a +1 Striking Rune would be a better investment for someone, and that'll take a good percent of our cash.
Okay, sounds good. Not sure if I'll wait for this Chronicle before I break down and start playing mine. Skill Increase: Arcana to expert
So, we go past level 2 in this adventure. But if I remember correctly, we only get 12 XP total, right? Looking for clarification because I'm very excited to hobgoblin.
Chewface pokes the ooze's remains a few times with his knife. If the goblin comes to the conclusion that it's safe to touch, he pockets as much as he can. "That looked close! Good thing this thing was here." Even if the cat is on decent terms with the party, he probably gets a bit of a reaction at this.
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