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I'll check with Mog and then with the GM, and let you know as soon as possible.

Hi gang. I heard from the GM yesterday. He's been working 12-16 hour days seven days a week for a while. It doesn't look like it's going to slow down any.

I may have a replacement GM to at least finish up this scenario, but I want to make sure everyone is still with us before I pursue the GM any further.

I did send the GM a Facebook message last week. I haven't heard back. I really hope he's just busy, and nothing else is going on.

"Piggy you are crazy as Mog is." She steps up and swings again.

+1 Flaming Dogslicer: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + (3) = 9

Rita stabs again. This time she yells the word to turn the fire on the sword. "Burn pig!!

+1 Flaming Dogslicer: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + (6) = 12

Rita continues to sneak up on hoof bacon, and she stabs at it.

Sealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Damage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Rita nods and tries to sneak up as well.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Rita shakes her head, and follows Mog out of the village. "We be smart about this. We no go rushing in, and NO splodies until we are sure what's what." She tries to grab the mat from Mog to take a look.

Rita grumbles at Wise Mummy Sprattlehars. "Me want sleep. Stop yelling. We take care of Pa Munchmeat soon." She pokes at the others. "Get up. We have an ogre to splode."

She stands guard in front of Poog.

Yay we're back. Good to see you Chuffy.

Rita noticed. She finally got out of the pie.

I hope the move is to a different schools system.

Rita grabs the potion of no-burn.

Rita looks appeased at her new title. Me not do that. Good Pooog.

She looks through the chest and takes the dogslicer"Me use this. Pretty." she says as she shakes the dogslicer and the blade is suddenly wreathed in flames.

She takes a set and points to various goblins. "Bring me foods, and drinks."

She takes +1 flaming dogslicer, and one of the Cure Mod Potions. Rita's happy to take the pretty necklace if no one else cares to take it.

Rita glares at Poog as he climbs out of the pie. "Me get you. You better make it up or you in big trouble. Me should be chieftain. If you didn't have your splody stick." She eyes the splody stick with venom.

She sits next to Pood and enjoys the festivities. "Yeah what's in the trunk. You have to share."

Rita stabs at the remaining eagle. She cackles as the attack hits.

Stabby Stab: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 8 - 4 = 24
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Stabby Stab Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 4 = 7
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Rita stabs at the red eagle.

Stabby Stab: 1d20 + 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (6) + (4) + 8 - 4 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Is the pie up?

Rita slashes at the red eagle in front of her. "If I can kill I get extra points. She screeches in frustration as she misses.

Dogslicer: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 8 - 4 = 5
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"If I free you I might lose the contest, and me want to be chief." She thinks long and hard, and then unties him. "Don't splody me."

"Don't you sploody us Pooog." Rita yells as she sees the stick. She pulls out her dogslicer and stabs at one of the eagles.

Dogslicer: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

I'm not clear do we have our weapons?

Rita tries to break her bonds. "Dis stoopid. I don't like swimming, and hate birds." Amazingly she's mad enough that she manages to break her bonds without much issue.

Strength: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

"Chuffy kick him." Rita yells as she fires her bow again.

mwk shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"Not fair. You stay away from me." she tries to knock the splody stick out of Poog's hand with her elbow as she fires her bow at the stirge in font of her.

mwk shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Rita fires a the stirge/bird again with her bow. Ha I'm going to kill it." she stomps with her boots.

mwk shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Rita stomps up to the northern row of Stirges. She pulls out her bow, and fires it at the furthest away stirge.

mwk shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
High Hits: 1d100 ⇒ 73

Rita getting angry at missing so many times listens closely for the birds to be released. She hears a slight sound, and fires her arrow true.

"I heard them, and you didn't. I'm going to show I'm the bestest." she tries to distract the others when they fire by continuing to talk well yell loudly really.

Rita is present on the first slide. She of course took the first position, because she is the best at stabbing.

Don't listen to Chuffy he knows nothing about stabbing.

Rita stomps as she misses with her arrow. "Me found birds. Me shoot at them. Me shouldn't miss." She tries again.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
High Hits: 1d100 ⇒ 25
Where Did It Go?: 1d20 ⇒ 15

I’ll be away on and off for the next two weeks.

May 25-28 Paizocon
May 29-May 31 Regularly scheduled programming
June 1-June 5 on vacation.
It is incredibly unlikely that I’ll be able to post each day during the con and the vacation. Please don’t let me slow the games down, and feel free to bot me. I’ll check in as I can.

Rita steps up. She's not happy with the blindfold. "I can shoot birds." She shoots in the right direction, and could have hit the bird, buuuut.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
High Hits: 1d100 ⇒ 39
Where Did It Go?: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Rita doesn't notice Poog move up.

Rita opens an eye. "Quit poking me. I get up. What you names?" When I big chief. I stabby stabby for poking me awake. She follows into the main cave ready to start the festivities. Her eyes are still a little blurry.

Chuffy, Happy Police week. Thanks for what you do.

Take care of yourself everyone. It can get busy. Breath and sleep.

When I chief. Old Mummy Splatterharsh has to go. She no make me vomit or catch on fire. Only Mogmurch can do that.

She spends the day listening to the stories, and asking about the ogre and the fire breathing pig. "Why no one else go after them?"

"He good looker, but I'm best stabber." she gives Chuffy an elbow to the ribs. Then she does her best to look like the biggest, bravest, smartest, loudest goblin there ever was.

Rita walks up to the shaman. "Me Rita. Me good fighter, and want to live with you. Our tribe killed by adventurers while we were out hunting." She waves at the other three goblins.

"They ok goblins, but me bestest fighter." she puffs up her chest and waits for the shaman to let her join.

Fire Everywhere hahaha

That's tough. Take it easy as you can. Hopefully the insurance kicks in soon.

Rita stands with pride, and pulls out her stabbie. "I am good with this. Me in charge. Everyone watch out!!!" she yells and then takes a drink.

She laughs as she hears Mog has to marry the big ugly daughter of the chief. He in trouble. She'll run him good.

"You got head me get girly sparkles." she says to Chuffy.

Bring on the goblins.

Rita grabs the lantern, fan, shiruken and stick pin. "Oooh pretties. I like these. They no for boys. They are girl things."

She gives Mog a look. "I think we have more splodies, but you tell the Chief how many we have. Don't open box until we get back to the Licktoads, and he can count them."

Rita searches the body of Vorka as Chuffy is removing her head. "Good job. Let's look in room the hag came out of."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Goodness that's awful. Take care of yourself. I hope your son recovers, and the teacher has charges pressed against them. That's unacceptable.

"Thanks Pog" Rita stands up and grabs her Dogslicer. She rubs the knots on her head as she moves up right next to the frog.

Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

She continues to bleed out on the deck of the ship.

Haha. That's awesome. I have to set up a hotspot for my laptop at work as well. They won't even let us check personal email such as yahoo. Let alone get to a site that could have anything to do with "gaming".

Stupid Fro starts to say as she slumps to the ground. Rita lays on the ground bleeding.

Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Rita stabs at Lord Longtongue. "You stupid frog. Die."

Dogslicer: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3