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Hi @Faceless! Chess here with my submission for the game. Please feel free to check and let me know if I should change anything or provide more information. Cheers

Hi,

I'm posting this on all my PbPs, as player or GM - I had a family emergency last Monday, due to an accident, and had not been able to post or even communicate of my absence. In parallel, as a consequence of the situation not improving, my undivided attention on such matter will be required on the months to follow and, therefore, I'm stepping out of most of my activity online. I apologize for the inconveniences it might cause and I wish you all the best, and fun on your games. Thanks all for the understanding and for the opportunity to play with you.

The Chess / adsapiens

Squeeze runs back to the room, happy to finally be useful for something. Reckless, the goblin goes immediately to where Ansgar pointed and looks at the dark hole, searching for clues - or other gobbos like him!

Squeeze was maybe more confused than the dog, but shook his head in agreement. Shaking his arms in confusion, the goblin stepped outside the room and closed the door.

Squeeze follows right behind Ansgar and Aeren, hiding himself under the hood.

Squeeze stays near Ansgar, but can't really hear much of him whispering to the Aeren's mother without revealing himself - and he'd rather keep his ruse going. Plus, he wasn't too comfortable at this house - as dirty as a house could be, the people who lived here were probably trying to clean it way too frequently and he'd rather have things cozier.

Not as cozy as Garbund, apparently!

Squeeze stays at the back and keeps hiding under his several layers of clothes. As much as some of the people of the city are used to see him around already, probably this kid would freak out. The little bigheaded green goof limits himself to look around with his red eyes, but lets Ansgar do the talk.

Did Squeeze hide on this short longshanks closet? Squeeze doesn't remember. Squeeze doesn't think so. Probably not. Maybe I did. - he thinks, with difficulty.

If it's okay with Ansgar, then it sounds like a plan to me! I'll be tagging along with him

Squeeze walks around the city, but tries to keep it to himself. He's clearly afraid to be alone, so he seeks one of the people from his group to stick around - or just plain follow. He heard about the boar hunt thing but didn't quite understand it.

Squeeze distracted himself playing with the ring in his hands, controlling himself not to try to eat it. He was absurdly happy that his companions trusted him with an artifact of immense power, and feeling almost invincible now - the mightiest of all goblins.

The goblin was actually extra hungry for that breakfast, but still remembered to cover himself to look like a very ugly gnome. Or handsome, depending of who asks. He heard about the boar hunt thing but didn't quite remember anything on this matter - instead of questioning, though, he decided to entertain himself eating more of the longshanks food.

Same thing. I could use that too, if you guys feel it'll be more helpful, but I don't much care about it at the moment. With my weapon finesse it can be easier to get the melee touch thing going on.

Squeeze is just going to rest; if someone can throw me a last CLW or long term care for the night, I'd appreciate it :)

Squeeze conveniently hides behind the others when the robe is analyzed, and he becomes especially hard to spot when Garbund tells what it does. Finally, when he say the charges were spent, the goblin "reappears", "courageously".

Evil magic. Full of written words to steal our thoughts. Squeeze says we wait to hear where the other goblins are in the region.

Squeeze crunches a roach he found, eating with happiness, while he looks around the crypt looking for other potential clues.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Goblins from the nearby tribes, right? With strong leader that dealt with longshanks. - he finally speaks, replying Garbund while he searches around.

Squeeze naked in a field of dandelions! - the goblin yells, as he opens his eyes back from unconsciousness.

Confused, he runs around a little bit, before stopping and hugging Viridi's left leg.

Thanks! Thanks! Squeeze thanks beautiful scaled longshanks!

Fortitude (Stabilize): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13 DC 10+1 = 11

Squeeze is stably unconscious in the floor. He stays lying there, muttering something about carnival dressed goblin girls flashing their goods.

Squeeze goes around and tries to flank one of the creatures, if possible.

Going for B, if possible, or otherwise A - trying to imagine where Ansgar is and hoping he can provide flank

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 Tumble if needed to avoid AoO

As Squeeze positions himself, he tries to bite the creature. He fights with impressive expertise for someone of his... Well, race.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 1 = 23 Combat expertise
Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (2) = 5 Please ignore the 1d6 if I didn't manage to get flanking for my sneak attack :)

Current AC should be 18 + 1 = 19. Squeeze has Darkvision - should I be worried about miss chance at the dark as well?

Squeezes cowardly shakes his entire body when the undead appear, but tries to quickly adopt a fighting stance.

Just waiting for my turn ;) just wanted to give a small RP here

Squeeze ready! Let's go! - says the Goblin, much happier than he should be about this kind of stuff. He probably didn't have a clue where they were going or what kind of danger it could entitle.

The site is working again for me! :)

Happy with his new gold coin, Squeeze goes back at night to meet with the others. He hopes that his daily activities, more than generating fantastic profit (as he judges), will also serve to create more trust between the guards and him.

Squeeze found traps on the surroundings! Found and disabled! Now longshanks safer. - says the goblin, hiding the fact he wouldn't mind if some dogs and horses still end up hit by some trap he failed to find.

What about friends? How was day of friends? - he asks towards the rest of the group, as his companions arrive back at the inn.

Squeeze decides to stay a little further from the city during the day to avoid problems. He keeps his crude disguise most of the time, nevertheless. To occupy his time, he discusses with the local authorities on the previous day to use his abilities and be stealthily moving around the city and searching for traps, disabling them in the process.

I will take 20 in the morning and every time I have to go close to the city on the "disguise" check. Using the down time rules, I plan to use my class abilities as a rogue (stealth, perception for traps, disable device) to offer some service to the city. Considering the recent goblin activity, I understand it's very likely that the surrounding roads etc. are trapped. I don't plan on using it only to generate a few coins, but also as a sign of good faith that Squeeze can be trusted to help. I will come back to the city at night to rest and exchange findings with my companions.

Yay!

Squeeze covers himself once again with the table clothing, trying to pretend the best he can to be a Halfling, a child or something on these lines.

I will take 20 for it, if possible... Not sure if it's Bluff or Disguise and what the modifiers are. I'll just take my time to properly cover the best a Goblin can do.

Hemlock's advice is taken to heart - and Squeeze is quite intelligent for his race - so he stays behind Garbund hiding as he can.

Squeeze never heard of Gugmut. But if Gugmut big chief, then Gugmut dangerous. - he whispers to the half-orc.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 Lol

Squeeze stays on his corner, shaking with closed eyes. It seemed the other Goblins were finally speaking something useful, so now it was the time for Garbund to get the few useful answers he probably would. He wondered if he knew that place... Mosswood?

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Squeeze peg legs and cries, trying to pretend to be hurt. He sits in a corner, shaking, as Garbund speaks to the other Goblins. He finally completes.

And that's a INT 17 Goblin!

Squeeze just kept hiding behind Ansgar's legs, silently. He was afraid of showing his face, so pulled the table cloth over his head to use it as a hood. Yet, his head was much bigger than that of a Halfling or child, so it wasn't really a great disguise. Plus, his green hands were visible.

Squeeze pulls the cape over his face, making a heroic pose, then follows Kalais to Hemlock's location. The Goblin was having the time of his short life - mostly because he was surrounded by adventurers much stronger than the usual Goblin companions, so he was feeling almost immortal.

Squeeze bits at the one which provoked the attack of opportunity.

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

But he misses, horribly.

On his turn, the goblin charges the goblin dog and bites it with violence.

Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

... But he also misses, even worse than before. At least he was looking good with his impressive cape.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Not a clue!

Squeeze, the caped green crusader and hero the city deserves, waits for Ansgar to step sideways or otherwise move a little out of his way, and then half-charges and bites the closest goblin. 3 I believe

As a standard action, charge up to his speed and attack

Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + (6) = 8 Adding sneak for surprise

Squeeze wrapped the tablecloth and adjusted it to turn into a crude cape. He smiled, then pointed to the White Deer.

To check it out! - he heroically yelled.

Squeeze goes back to hiding with the table cloth. The little goblin is shaking to his core behind the taller party members legs.

Squeeze is confessedly a little fascinated with the fire. As much as he considers himself more... "Civilized"... It's hard for him to not smile at things burning. He'd *love* to be burning everything with the other goblins! However, he knows better. He keeps his cool and continues fighting the good fight, even if sometimes giggling to the fire. He moves to the goblins near Viridi and tries to bite.

Versus 1, if it's alive after Kalais's attack, or 3

Attack(Bless): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Oh I didn't know it was my turn! Thanks, GM

Squeeze puts the bedroll over himself as fast as he can, pretending to be a cloak, then hugs Ansgar's left leg.

Longshanks protects Squeeze! Squeeze is friendly. Squeeze tried to fight the other goblins! - he says, trembling a little in fear - Other goblins were crazy. Maybe hungry. Certainly dumb. Squeeze is guide to longshanks! Useful!

Squeeze tries to hide the best he can, sticking around the middle of the party. The little goblin starts searching for something - some sort of cloth, maybe, even tablecloth - to throw and see if he can at least pretend to be simply an ugly Halfling or gnome. Oh, what a day to be a goblin!

Squeeze moves to the goblin towards the wagon. Squeeze was particularly confused and internally praying that people can differ who's ally and who's not, but follows Ansgar suggestion.

When he gets adjacent to the enemy, he bites. He uses Combat Expertise to be a little more defensive.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 1 = 7 Missing terribly!

I don't think I have permissions to move Squeeze on the Roll20 map - but he's now adjacent to the goblin by the wagon

Holidays period and guess what? I'm going to be absent again this weekend, for some days. I'll be back Tuesday. I hope you all have a fantastic New Year's eve.

For the games I'm playing in: please feel free to bot me as needed, GM. I apologize for the inconvenience!

For the games I'm hosting: don't worry, I'll be back! Feel free to use the period to get your posts current.

I may be able to log in spottily during the weekend.

Cheers!

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze... - the Goblin kept murmuring in low volume, trying not to bother anyone around, while still entertained by the cooked food that was offered. He wasn't used to it, but loved anyway.

Yes, yes, longshanks are strange! - he finally says something to the group, "agreeing" with Kalais but absolutely lost on the conversation. He caught Viridi's story, but limited himself to repeat the word "Vishikanya" after she said it - full of accent, and mispronouncing more than a syllab.

Hey guys! I'm working on my move and relocation and should be back by Wednesday. Cheers!

Hmmm...? - Squeeze heard when the Ranger talked to him, but was quite distracted to really say something back. The Goblin wasn't really understanding much of the "Human fun" thing, but yet he was find comfort in the fact that, during the festival, at least he wasn't being hunted. Maybe he could stick with these guys for long, and - who knows - maybe even survive a couple more years!

At this point, Squeeze was sitting down by a corner, near the other competitors, chewing on the feathers of the back of a broken arrow he found. He seemed genuinely happy, and was humming peacefully without much of a clue of his surroundings.

Someone ends up lending a small shortbow to Squeeze. The goblin smiles and circles around it. He holds it backwards, first, but then manages to look at the other competitors and fixing it. He circles the weapon around, going in circles - and probably scaring the entire crowd to the bottom of their souls - until he finally lets go of the cord.

First shot: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

He smiles as if the attempt was completely intentional. The silence of skipping heartbeats is the background soundtrack for his second shot at the long-range target.

Second shot: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Squeeze wants to try! - says the Goblin, not quite understanding he had to shoot at the targets.

What does Squeeze have to do? - he finally whispered to Garbund. He was ashamed he had no clue what was going on, but wanted to show he could have "human fun" too.

Do they have small shortbows and arrows available for green critters to shoot?

Squeeze shakes his head, with both of his eyes wide open towards the sheriff and Zantus. Finally, when the sheriff departs and the religious man quickly speaks with them, Squeeze takes some steps and profoundly and friendly hugs his leg - unfortunately, though, while still covered in mud.

Thanks! Squeeze friendly, good man friendly to Squeeze! And you don't even look old enough to have that big guy as your son!

He lets the man depart away, then hears with attention Garbund's recommendations.

He almost immediately starts moving around as some sort of monkey, whispering "Oog oog Squeeze long legs! Oog oog Squeeze likes dogs and horses! Oog oog Squeeze needs tools to eat with Squeeze skinny long fingers! Squeeze's belly is very sensitive so no raw food! Oog oog!"

When the goblin is suspended, his first reflex is to enjoy the situation, assuming the fun and games continue.

Wheeeee! - he happily screams, opening his arms as if he's flying like a bird.

Finally, however, he notices he's being lifted by a stern-looking Shoanti. While initially confused, he hears Garbund's interaction, and then smiles.

Yes! Squeeze friendly. Polite, famous guide. Helping travelers find beautiful festival! - he says, immediately continuing - ... As for what we have here, it's called "mud". "M-H-U-D-D", "mud"! - he completes, happy for being able to demonstrate his vast knowledge.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

So far so good! Having fun interpreting little Squeeze. :)

With both arms open and the head bobbling, Squeeze was ready to run around. The goblin saw all the mud on the center of the tug-of-war and got excited almost immediately.

Fun game! Longlegged help you swim in delicious, warm mud!

Not quite understanding the goals of the game, he ran towards the mud and ignored the line to play.