The Mighty Wup's page

I hate to do this, but I think I might need to withdraw from the game. I keep having moments of "oh yeah, I need to go post with Wuppy" and having no real enthusiasm for it, unfortunately. :( I think some of that is that I just don't do well with characters that are too goofy/too far from a humanoid psyche I can connect with, unfortunately. Probably I should not have signed up for a goblin game, knowing that about myself, but, well, it is what it is.

You are welcome to keep using Wuppy, or kill him in horrible fashion, as you prefer. Sorry to drop on you. :(

"Well, are they moving?" Wup demands, small fists planted on his hips as he cranes his head to see what Fluuk is doing.

Wuppy looks at Tabaaac confusedly. "Are you sick? Is there something invibbisle in front of you?"

He splashes a bit of the pleasantly warm water onto Tabaaac. "Wake up! Wash away the cat who has your tongue!"

Sorry for my slowness. Was traveling a bit.

Wuppy makes a bemused face at Tabaaac's hilarious warning, and pads into the room after him. "...ooh. Pretty pool."

The Mighty Wup crouches by the long pool and dips his fingers into it.

"East is good for Wuppy too," Wup assents. After a glance to make sure everyone is ready and following, Wuppy strides forward bravely, into the east, heading to the intersection, at least.

Perception for any dangers!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Wuppy looks closely at Penny. "Human girl is alright?"

He tries to collect some of the pudding, but it doesn't work well with a butterfly net. Giving up, he moves after Tabaaac into the place where the pudding used to be. He looks at where the 'statue' stood.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"Wup's hammer's all covered with icky-gross slime!," Wuppy cries in dismay, shaking the goo off his hammer.
"But Wuppy is fast! He'll remove it in time!
"And if he does not his hammer will hurt
"And Wuppy will then be very dis-conc-cert.... ed."

Say Your Right Words, Save 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Say Your Right Words, Save 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

The last of the goo plops off. Wuppy cheers and brandishes his intact hammer.

"--is the human girl okay?"

When Penny falls, Wuppy lets out a horrified shriek and races forward with his hammer, all idea of staying back and tossing rocks from a safe distance forgotten.

"We're supposed to keep her SAFE!" he shouts, hefting his big hammer in a two-handed arc over his head down onto the pudding.

Attack, power attack: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 - 1 = 14
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 3 = 11

Tabaaac... you're aware, OOCly, that you're just creating two of it, right? If so, I can get onboard the silliness, but just want to be sure we're on the same OOC page.

@ Gobzilla: yeah, any ranged attack should use your dex, but you also get a flat +1 to attacks for being small, in Pathfinder.

Wuppy throws a panicked look over his shoulder at Penny's yell, but backs up like everyone else and hurls an acid flask.

Throw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Acid damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Wuppy is busy knotting his flasks together and looks up only when he realizes that everyone is awfully close to the tasty pudding, and not standing way back to throw things like he had thought. He hurriedly ties the last knot on his flasks, races to where he has a good spot to throw from, and hurls them!

Ideally I would throw from a position where I have less people in the way; if he can move to E-12 before throwing, he will.

Attack, vs touch AC, throwing into melee?: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 4 = 3

You said in the discussion thread that four flasks would deal double damage-- not sure if that meant "double the normal damage of one flask" or double the normal damage of four flasks". If the latter is correct:

Fire damage: 8d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 2, 2, 4, 2, 3, 5) = 26

If only 2d6 damage: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10

Wuppy squints thoughtfully. "Wuppy has some of those too. Acids AND fires. Okay. Someone who has nothing, you take my sling. And there are twenty rocks to throw from the sling. I will throw my acids and my fires. And Tabaac says it's slow, so you should always keep moving to stay back from it even if that means you can't throw! Everyone good?"

GM: Using his string, could Wuppy tie his bottles of acid (4) together into one big mess and sort of swing that around his head and let it go at the black pudding?

"We can FIGHT IT!" Wup declares with enthusiasm. "You say no sharp pointies? What about little rocks?"

Wup pulls out his sling and the collection of pebbles he has gathered. "Stand waaayy back and hit it with little rocks! And run if it gets too close. Or throw big rocks if you have no little rocks. Also, Wup has a big hammer." He pats the big hammer strapped to his back. "....but Wup doesn't want to get too close..."

Wup stagewhispers in return, "Wup does not know! Tabaaac has found... a statue?"

Wuppy peers into the darkness ahead and wishes his eyes were better.

"Hokay! Time to go! Now everyone be quiet and eyes out as we go, and look for doors and keys and things! Wuppy will find them all!"

He squints into the corridor ahead, as if expecting one to materialize before him.

Perception!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Seeing nothing, Wuppy starts striding confidently down the corridor.

Moving 20 down the corridor.

MIGHTY WUP LEADS THE WAY

Wuppy clambers up when it is his turn, and touches a panel.

Assuming we can take 10 and keep trying until we succeed, I am fine with handwaving.

Nice!

Wup grimaces and claps his hands over his ears, which probably has something to do with why Tabaaac fell right then. Or maybe it WAS the singing.

"Fluuk, you sing like BEES! Or like CATS! Cats when they want other cats! Is AWFUL!"

Puffing up his spindly chest, Wuppy squeaks out:

"Ax! Ellexa! Am! Oretta! An! Gelina! Air! Abella!"

Untrained Perform?: 1d20 ⇒ 8

He is not exactly sweet on the ears himself.

Sorry for not managing to post much/at all these last few days. Our local convention (which was debuting this year!) turned out to be a huge success, which was great; I had a lot of fun and got to try out the Malifaux RPG. PFS-wise, I ran two games, including being one of the GMs for Legacy of the Stonelords. I also had my first perma-death of a PFS character, a level 2 ranger who got critted when he had 2 HP left. So some highs and lows all around. Anyway, I am rather braindead right now, but I will definitely jump back into the game tomorrow, and apologies if I held anything up.

(Also, apologies if you read this msg multiple times due to being in multiple games with me.)

Wup looks reluctantly impressed with Gobzilla's sturdy base action. He scrambles up Gobzilla to be the next tier.

Wup STR?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Woops, ty, 'swhat I get for 2 am post

Wuppy spends several minutes flexing above the bodies of the defeated kobolds before he realizes nobody is watching him and sprints after the others in a huff.

At the sight of the panels and colors, Wuppy's brows knit.

Just clarifying, are the rods currently pointing at any particular hand/foot or animal, on their respective plaques? I am assuming not. If not:

Wuppy has little patience for knowings and goings. He steps up and gives both plaques a ferocious spin!

Left d4: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Right d4: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Extra d4: 1d4 ⇒ 1

"YAAAAAAHHH!"

Wup launches himself at the last kobold, screaming shrilly.

Claw: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28

Confirm claw?: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10

Regular damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Shrieking in high-pitched triumph at his first victory, Wuppy turns his fierce claws on the next foe!

Claw 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Claw 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Damage claw 1: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage claw 2: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

I hadn't posted Wup's next attack because I was under the impression the kobolds go before him and that I was waiting on an attack from them. But I'll go ahead and post. Clearer initiative expectations might help?

Congrats on your anniversary.

Dispirited by his first miss, Wup tries again-- hard to be mighty when you can't hit who you're fighting. He is a ball of tiny goblin fury!

Claw 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Claw 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

One miss, but one scratchy-scratchy to the face!

"EAT WUPPY'S CLAWS!" Wup screams shrilly.

Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Round 1, Init 5

"HaHA! You missed! And you are stinky like old cheese!" Wuppy crows triumphantly to his opponent. He darts out both hands towards the injured kobold's face, slappy-fighting with his sharp little fingernails.

Claw attack 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Claw attack 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Probably his clawing attacks do not hit.

Are we supposed to be acting right now? I'm a little confused.

Wuppy Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

As a heads-up, I'll be at Pacificon this weekend, the 29th through the 1st. I will try and check the boards each night and make sure I'm not missing something super important, but posting will be minimal. GMPC my character if necessary.

Wup grins, showing off his mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Wup loves it when a plan comes together!"

Wup sits down on the ground next to Ul Skub, considering the odds of stealing his spoon. Probably not very good. He squints at the sight of the cavern and all the milling kobolds.

"Still like shooting fresh meat in so they fight. What would be BEST is if we had... if we had... the stinky stuff the girl lizards make when they are hot! Fair-moans! And then we wave it in the wind and make the dinies come for it, all snarling and fighting at each other. And then the kobolds and and alickybolds have to chase their dinies! And then WE go zip around the back, hop do lee, up and over and in!" Wup finishes with a broad, exuberant gesture that nearly topples him over the edge of their ledge.

Then he deflates. "But we have no fair-moans."

Wup rubs at his chin, eyes narrowed as he listens to Tabaaac's wise words.

"Stupid AND angry? Can we make them bite their masters? Or each other? Maybe... put meat on arrows! Land it between two of them! Start big fight!"

"No time for scat now! Later, Wup will look. Yes, Wup will scout!"

With that, Wup leans his head back and 'howls' (more like a yip) (actually it's a 'wup-wup-wuppeeeee' noise), and then prepares to scamper forward in a keen-eyed, quiet-footed, amazingly-heroic kind of way.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Wup lopes back to the group, looking dejected.

"Tracks! Big tracks. But not our way. Wup will return later and track the creature alone! But today he will go with all of you to keep you safe. So. We go?"

"Gemdar is right! We scout. Wup scouts. Wup's eyes are mighty, and keen, and sharp, and Wup has so good eyes he might have three eyes and you wouldn't know it!" Wup brags, smacking his fist against his scrawny chest.

"But first! Wup wants to see if Wup can find tracks of the big stomper from last night! Who is brave enough to come with Wup?"

(Wup wishes to go see if he can find sign of the dinosaur that moved through the river to the north of camp. Unless the rest of the party talks him out of it...)

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Wup hurries to rejoin the others when Tabaaac lets them know. He earnestly tells Penny that he will keep her safe from whatever hurt the gnomes, and not to worry, because Wup is here.

When the suggestion comes of resting among the gnome's hospitality is made, Wuppy agrees, and plans dark plans of kobold fighting. Stupid kobolds.

(Sorry for very short post, super-tired here but wanted to get up something rather than nothing)

Yup yup *thumbs up

Re: the river crossing thing. No worries in the big picture, no harm done.

Wup sulks. He was really looking forward to putting grease on the human girl and showing her how clever he is. She turned out to not even need his grease! Well, there will be other opportunities to be the biggest bestest goblin hero.

....although he's not good at the ones where he has to talk a lot. Wup scowls at all the volunteers to go say hi to the gnomes.

"Gnomes are noisy and ugly and smell like daffodils," he complains. "Fine! Go talk! Wuppy will stay and GUARD THE HUMAN GIRL."

He stands around, looking fierce.

Uh, I specifically said I was going back to the western shore where Penny was, because I was planning on helping her cross. Obviously it makes no difference since apparently she can get across just fine on her own, but yeah.

....I could swear I'd posted. Sorry, dunno what happened to it.

"Yes, yes, yes," Wup yells at all the fancy jumping and nice talking. "We need to get Penny Dreadful across, remember?! I mean, Penny! Sillyheads!"

He turns to dash back to the western shore and to the ugly human girl.

Dex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Not sure if he's close enough for Gemdar's fortune to work, but if so:

Dex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Important question... is Penny still on the starting shore?

Wup sticks his tongue out at the hippo and cracks open the tin of grease to dump it all over Tabaaac. It's a good day when you get to pour something gross all over a fellow goblin, AND save the day!

Wuppy is still mapping out his exciting plan to cross at the waterfall when he hears a yelp or a squeak or something like that as Tabaac is gromfled.

Irritatedly, he waves for quiet (and is ignored), and then there's a loud BOOM. Wuppy jumps three feet into the air and spins around clutching at his heart, to see Gemdar holding a big smoking gun.

"WHY'D YOU GO AND DO THAT FOR-- oh. Oh, what's he doing in its mouth? UGH! YOU DUMB-BUTT BOOK-FACE!"

Wup smacks his palm into his forehead. "NOW MIGHTY WUP HAVE TO COME RESCUE YOU!"

He mutters a rhyme to himself to screw up his courage.

"Wuppy leaps like falling tree
"Even if rocks are slip-per-y
"Wuppy balances like bee
"On wings of light so shim-mer-y
"Wuppy strong, and Wuppy brave,
"And Tabaaac's stupid skin he saves--
"If he doesn't fall in first
"Fatties bad, but water WORST."

Terquem, Wuppy is 'making a run for it', but he doesn't want to cross- he wants to get to Tabaac and the creature holding Tabaac, and try and help him get out. If that's permitted:

Dex check 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Dex check 2, say the right words: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Wuppy comes to a skidding stop on a rock island near Tabaaac (maybe?).

"Hey! Fattie! Let him go!" he hollers. And he gets out a battered tin of his favorite substance... grease!!!

Wup sticks his tongue out at Gemdar. Phhthhbt.

"Then YOU come up with better plan!"

Screwing his face up, Wup studies the water. "Shallow stream has crocs and rocks. Big pond has eye-lands to look from but fat water cows! Wup is not afraid!"

To prove this, Wup cups his hands around his mouth and shouts at the water... some hundred yards away... and its watery denizens.

"Though you are near, Wup has no fear!
"Because... uh... because water's... clear!
"So he can see your ugly faces and he could beat you in foot-races!
"...Or horse-races too! Or climbing! Or, uh, dog-races... no wait, Wup hates dogs..."

Wup descends into muttering about canines for a few minutes before his head bobs up again and he points at the spot where stream descends into pond-- and forms little waterfalls.

"Crocs and cows like big calm water, Wup thinks. Wup says we cross where the water goes DOWN, not flat! But we use rope!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Kn Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"Hoo!" Wup jeers at the bodies in the water, pointing at them with one clawed finger. "Big fatters, ate too much pie and too many goblins! Bad to fight them in the water, though, I bet. Maybe MIGHTY WUP lures one on the land, and then pew ta-pew ka-choo with rocks and bangs and arrows while MIGHTY WUP stands like a ... like a really strong rock to protect everyone!"

I understand. But I like rhyming. :P

Wup manages to steal a bit of Goblax-BBQ meat pie before they are ushered out of the village, and stuffs as much as he can into his cheeks, walking along like a squirrel with his face puffed up with food.

He thoroughly ignores the talk of ladies and their looks because ew, girls. They have jurms. He heard it once. Anyway he's outdoors in his ELEMENT where he will show everyone how AMAZING he is.

Wup starts ripping a few fern fronds up and sticking them behind his ears and into his stringy, frizzly hair. AT ONE WITH NATURE. Hidden like a... like a... cat! Or something else that hides really well.

"We must be quiet!" he says in his somewhat shrill voice. "We must be sneaky! I have found excellent camel-flogs, see? You stick with ME and you'll be fine, fine, fine, because I am the greatest hunter... right?"

He looks around, hoping someone will validate him. However, he's pretty used to disappointment on that front. So Wuppy offers a salute to the chiefs.

"We'll do our best, we will not rest
"Until we've passed the three-key test!
"You'll be impressed! And our big quest
"Will end in MORE pie to ingest!"

He is proud of that one, he spent all night making it up to himself.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Skulking beneath the tables, trying very hard to get at the pie, is... a goblin who is covered in thick furs, with a hammer much longer than he is tall lashed to his hunched back (actually a backpack covered by the furs he is wearing). The backpack is bulging with numerous odds and ends. Somehow, he's still fairly quiet despite all the ridiculous number of things he's carrying.

His plan to sneak in and get the pie and eat, like, at least half of it is interrupted by the fact that when Esmeralduh's name is brought up, he straightens up in a frightened jerk and cracks his head on the bottom of the table.

"Owrr!"

Scowling, Wuppy the Mighty, or the Mighty Wup (he can't quite make up his mind on what he'd like other people to call him), staggers out from beneath the table, rubbing at his skull and looking fearfully at Esmeralduh. Ewww.

"Ugh, cucumbers! Wuppy doesn't want any! Wuppy wants a meat pie!" he tells the mass of goblins, grumpily, and is more grumpy when nobody really cares what he wants.

Well, he'll show them. He'll be a big hero and then he'll get meat pies whenever he wants.