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"Well, if YOU don't want MORE LOOT, then we can GO...but Reta was enjoying ADVENTURE!"
Reta stands, mouth agape, as the treasures in the chest are revealed. "Me want to get this stuff, then FIND MORE! We needs to look at rest of ship."
Reta watches as the frog bounds away, unsure of their next steps. "So...what we do now?"
Reta, seeing Vorka beginning to cast a spell, switches targets again. "You gonna REGR....AAAAAHHHH! STUPID POOG! Why you make FIRE ON WOODEN SHIP!?!?" Still, she doesn't miss the opportunity to fire another arrow at Vorka.
Reta fires an arrow at Lord Longtongue, but it flies wide.
Reta fires an arrow at the wall-climbing goblin.
Encouraged by the success of her and her comrades, Reta fires another volley at the goblin.
Reta, still smelling dog, readies herself to charge through the door and bring swift goblin death to who - or what - ever may get in her way.
Reta just screams incoherently, a near-berserker rage filling her eyes and powering her strokes.
As the sound of the first growl reaches Reta's ears, she stops and sniffs the air with her nose. "Me smell DOGS! Me HATES DOGS!" With that, she draws her dogslicer and dashes around the cabin, hoping to find and slay the beast.
Reta climbs the gangplank, pausing momentarily several times, but not slipping or falling altogether.
Reta swings again at the beast, screaming, "RETA SAY YOU DIE NOW!".
Reta moves forward, swinging her magical dogslicer at the fearsome beast.
Reta steps to Chuffy's other side and fires an arrow at the charging beast. Realizing that it's not stopping, however, she gulps, drops the bow, and draws her dogslicer.
Reta's large ears perk up on either side of her oversized head. "Did ME just hear DOGS?! ME HATES DOGS!" She begins to quicken her steps in the direction of the ship.
Reta, seeing the taffy, runs over to Poog and grabs one - without asking, of course - and eats it quickly before anyone can stop her. "That taste GOOD!"
Not to be outdone by Chuffy, Reta exclaims, "Hey, Reta HELPED KILL LONG LEGS EATS GOBLIN BABIES MANY!" When he finds the treasure, Reta gets a pained look on her face, looking to the cave, then in the direction they are supposed to be traveling, then back. "Me think Chief not mind LITTLE DETOUR!" With that, she bounds off in the direction of the cave.
Reta continues stepping around the spider. She screams, "You eats NO MORE GOBLIN BABIES!" as she pierces the thing's hide with her dogslicer.
Reta screams, "LONG LEGS EATS GOBLIN BABIES MANY! Chief say RUN, but ME have SPECIAL STABBIES!" She moves forward and hacks at a leg, but the spider easily moves it out of the way. Reta looks into the many-faceted eyes and gulps. "Uh-ohs..."
Reta looks crosswise at her fellow heroes and, seeing their envious looks, says, "Me no need ALL THIS. Me take GORGE OF GLUTTONS, but me let THEM use OTHER STUFF. And MAYBE if they no want RING, me take it TOO." She accepts the dogslicer with something bordering on reverence, and leaves her other weapon behind.
Reta, seeing the goblin run off into the woods, takes her club, closes her eyes, and begins counting. "ONE...TWO...ummmm....how high me gots to COUNT?" She starts bouncing in excitement and tries to remember more numbers. "Ummm...FIVE...SEVENTY...", she was really impressed with that one, "THREE...TEN! You better be HIDDEN, 'cause me gonna CLUB YOU!"
Taking 10: When your character is not in immediate danger or distracted, you may choose to take 10. Instead of rolling 1d20 for the skill check, calculate your result as if you had rolled a 10. For many routine tasks, taking 10 makes them automatically successful. Distractions or threats (such as combat) make it impossible for a character to take 10. In most cases, taking 10 is purely a safety measure—you know (or expect) that an average roll will succeed but fear that a poor roll might fail, so you elect to settle for the average roll (a 10). Taking 10 is especially useful in situations where a particularly high roll wouldn't help.
For the next dare, Reta sits in front of a large bowl of bull slugs. She takes a deep breath and holds her nose as she grabs the first slug and plops it in her mouth. She bites down, and the slug squeals as it dies. Reta tries to put on a brave face as she chews, smiling and saying, "This not SO BAD." She spits out the bladder and opens her mouth to show that the slug is gone.
She grabs hold of the second slug and, with a slight grimace, but still putting on a show, bites down on the slug (squeal!) and chews..though a little more slowly this time. "This not so tasty as last one, but STILL OKAY." Again, she spits out the slug bladder and opens her mouth.
Again, Reta grabs a slug from the bowl. "Yeah, yeah...this getting REAL old, REAL quick." She plops the slug into her mouth and chews, grinding the squealing creature between her over-sized jaws. Again, out comes the bladder, and her mouth is clear.
Reta is about to place the fourth slug into her mouth when a deep rumble begins in her belly. She tries to think of an appropriate joke, but her mind is fixated merely on winning the dare. She is unnaturally quiet as she says, "This not going to end well, me think." The slug goes in, but within a few seconds, her teeth nick the slug's bladder and she spits out the entire thing in disgust. She accepts the jeering of the onlookers as suitable punishment for her weakness.
After a moment staring at the bowl in disgust, she pulls a fifth slug out of it and unceremoniously sticks it in her mouth. She chews slowly, deliberately, the look of disgust never quite leaving her face. Another bladder gets spit out, and again, she opens her mouth to show the thing is gone.
By this time, Reta is sprawled on top of the table, groaning in pain as her stomach roils. She grabs another slug and puts it in her mouth, chews, and spits out one last bladder. For a moment, it looks like she might spit out the slug as well, but she swallows with a large gulp, and is able to open her mouth to show her success. When she realizes that she has completed the dare, she perks up and screams, "Reta CHAMPION EATER!"
Reta steps forward to ride Squealy Nord, a look of uncertainty mixed with excitement evident on her face. She mounts the...piglet?...and screams, "CUT THE ROPE! CUT THE ROPE!". She screams in delight as she grips the beast's hide and rides for the requisite 18 seconds...
Reta calls out, "AND, as soon as me done with NORD, me eat SLUGS and HIDE. It be SO AMAZING what I do, you just fall down and DIE FROM SHOCK!"
Reta screams at the crowd, "You want me DANCE with SQUEALY NORD? Me dance like you DON'T BELIEVE!" She pauses, "I mean, you probably BELIEVE it when SEE it, but not BEFORE THEN." And with that, she begins making her way to...well, wherever she needs to go to dance with Squealy Nord.
Reta's eyes widen as the chief lights the tube, her breath held in anticipation. She cheers loudly when she sees the flames erupt from the bonfire, then rolls on the ground in fits of pealing laughter at the sight of the goblins set aflame. When she realizes there is food to be eaten, however, her laughter stops instantly. She ran to the table and began sucking snails out of shells and eating the snakes and fish - starting with the heads, of course - with relish. When a cup of cider is placed in front of her, she grabs it in a two-fisted grip and quickly drains it. A loud - even for her - belch escapes her lips seconds later.
As the chief begins speaking, Reta's eyes grow wide, and she covers her large ears reactively. Then, when she realizes that she isn't running from the hut in fear, she calms down and listens. When the chief finishes, and they are making their way out of the hut, she turns to the others. "You SO lucky that what Big Chief wanted..."
Reta's large head splits into an overly-wide grin, and she belts out a loud guffaw as she remembers the look on Slorb's face. "You RIGHT. Me laugh a LONG TIME 'bout that." Pausing, she turns to the others. "So, me know why ME here - Chief wants me to go STABBY-STABBY on someone, 'cause that's what me do BEST. Me can't think why you here, unless...", a quizzical look crosses her face, and her mouth curves ever so slightly into a grin. "NEVER MIND. Me sure big Chief will tell me when he READY."
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