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"What flowers are, Chompy?" Scrabble asked their resident dragon.
Scrabble lunged.
Scrabbler jumped in surprise as the spider erupted from the ground, then whipped out his savage little blade. "Lotslegs!"
Scrabbler belched, wiped his mouth, and trotted out to go get the godbug.
Scrabble loved pickles! Pickles, pickles, pickles! He was a bit miffed that all their work got them was a stupid longshank bow. On the other hand, pickles!
Scrabble was skeptical about sending word to other longshanks, but he got too distracted by all the talk of feasting to think about it much.
Unexpectedly pinned beneath the massive lizard's bulky face, Scrabble was all ready to start stabbing and fighting, but was rendered helpless by his one weakness. Tickles. The savage goblin flailed and squirmed, cackling madly on the ground as Breakfast licked him.
Scrabble didn't bother waiting for Rugnut to calm Breakfast down. He just deftly reached over and grabbed the tension release and gave it a twist. The jaws disengaged immediately. When the big lizard shook the trap free Scrabble gathered it up and slung it over his back with the other one.
Scrabble stands tall and proud on the back of the dead axeshank, making sure the whole tribe sees how amazing and impressive he is. Then he wanders over to the dead longshank with his head stuck in Scrabble's trap. The process of retrieving the trap is messy. Finally, Scrabble aggressively claims the new bear trap as his own.
Scrabble tore up the ground, nimbly rolling and vaulting over corpses, firepits and logs, hurling himself at Axeshank's back.
Scrabble kept the treestump between him and his target until the last possible second, popping up from behind it with a snarl and a knife.
Scrabble wound the trap's chain around a tree branch and hooked the last link around a snapped off branch stub. Then he dropped the trap onto the longshank below him. Then he continued climbing through the trees, circling around behind the camp.
Scrabbler climbed through the trees, hopping from one to the next along the branches, keeping quiet and int he shadows of the branches. He ended up nearly directly above one of the longshanks and pried open his bear trap.
I'm going to be traveling for the next week I'll post when a can, but please don't wait for me. Bot me wherever you need to.
Scrabble let the others ransack the cart. He took to scouting the area, keeping to the shadows.
Once again, Scrabble follows Breakfast's example and sniffs at the tracks.
Seeing the giant lizard's example, Scrabbler also marked his territory with musky urine.
Scrabbler rode the pig into the dirt, then stood tall on it and took a self-amused bow. When he hopped down he slits it's throat to make sure the job was fully done. Then he started carving out it's massive tusks.
Scrabble flaps up and down like a screaming goblin banner as the pig charges. Somehow he manages to hold onto a tuft of hair and not go flying. As the pig skids to a halt leaving hoofprints on gobbos and dinos behind it, Scrabbler scrabbled into position and dragged his blade across the massive boar's eyes. The cuts were superficial, but the blood clouded the eyes enough to be a nuisance.
Then, Scrabbler crawled on the Piggie's back until it couldn't see Scrabbler well. Then the real stabbing started.
Scrabbler went flying. Somehow he'd managed to plant a foot on the piggie's snout and ride the momentum of it's charge. He rolled three times when he hit the ground, coming to his feet and shaking his head to clear the dizziness. "Bad piggie!" he shouted, then charged back in.
Scrabbler dove beneath the pig's lunging tusks and came up right in it's face again.
"Issa Owbear trap! Works good for piggies too. And Godbugs. And longshanks. Everything, really."
Scrabbler ran and cannonballed into the water, delighting in the startled chirps and squawks of the birds.
Scrabbler recovered his Browl trap looking very pleased with himself. "Me rided a owblare."
All that sounds completely reasonable. Thanks.
Playing a rogue in pathfinder means I'm pretty much always going to be outclassed in a fight, so I have to try to stack the odds in my favor as much as possible. Without properly employed set up and tactics, I deal 1d4-1 damage. If everything goes in my favor (meaning gettign a trap attack and a successful ambush off int he same round) I can potentially deal 4d6+1d4+2 damage. If you take a look at what the other primary damage dealing party members are doing, it's not much different. They have slightly lower numbers, but they also don't have to pull crazy shenanigans to make sure their damage happens. Personally, I feel that's how Rogues are supposed to work (and also why they are often so difficult to play effectively. There's a lot of pre-planning and contingencies that go into it) Using traps and ambushes in my favor is going to continue to be my primary tactic. Bear Traps will continue to be effective until 3rd or 4th level, as long as I have time to ready them before a fight (or during one if I'm stealthed). After 4th level I'll have to start looking into other kinds of traps and tricks. I won't usually have time to pre-secure a bear trap, so this situation isn't likely to come up frequently. It's probably worth talking out though, especially if you're concerned about game balance.
Scrabble came leaping out of his tree, determined to ride the bearbird before it died.
I'm not sure that's something the rules model. If you want to house rule something about it, that's fine. For now it doesn't matter much.
I thought they were 10 feet long? Weird. I guess I'll have to get a longer chain and attach it so I can use it the way I want to.
Scrabble finished fastening the lead chain of his trap around a thick branch, locking it into place by sticking the metal hook at the end of the chain through one of the other links. Then he tossed the trap right at the bearbird's feet.
The trap landed just in time to be stepped on.
DOne! I'm in the tree. Ready to go.
That's the plan! GM, I wasn't near the rest of the group. I'm not sure where I was in relation to where the OWlbear is coming from though. Would you like to place me, or should I place myself?
Scrabbler didn't know what it was, but he knew when to hide...
Once behind cover he drew and pried open his bear trap.
Unlike most goblins, Scrabble found fish to be rather boring prey. They didn't scream when you stab bed them, and you couldn't ride them at all. He went exploring the nearby area instead, keeping the rest of the tribe in earshot.
I think we are headed to the dire boar hex next
Works for me
I say we all get on the skelebug, and sleep while it drives us where we want to go.
We only really need the important bits. Later when Mog is more powerful, he can cast Restore Corpse on it and then raise it.
Scrabble climbs up the chasm without any apparent effort, then fixes a grappling hook and tosses a rope down to the others in the hole.
Scrabble wakes up as Mogawg's healing energies washed over him, bouncing on Chompy's shoulder. In a lithe twist he turned himself and rode the kobold like a lanky backpack. "First mees ride Godbug, now mees ride dagron!" he exclaimed. His eyes weren't all the way focused yet and his speech slurred a bit.
Scrabble is EVEN MORE SCRABBLEY 6 HP 11 skill points +1 reflex saves +1 Deflection to AC Evasion Improved Dirty Trick Athletics Sphere: Climb package
Whelp, I guess I'm unconcious then.
Just noticed that Roll With It lets me choose the direction of the roll. I'll remember that for next time. For now, am I able to reduce the falling damage with an Acrobatics check?
Completely silently, Scrabble leapt off the edge and onto the bug's head, trap first.
Scrabble couldn't help himself any longer. He opened his bear trap...
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