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Keeping stealthed/scouting ahead, skirting along the south of the wreck.

Vilthik cocks his head at Farg farg's sudden attack and opts to stay hidden, crouching and moving stealthily along the outskirts of the shipwreck, trying to put eyes on any humans or other enemies that might be lurking about.

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Vilthik crouches low, moving stealthily along with the others.

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26

Vilthik spits on the ground. "Horses mean humans. And look hows they dangle rattly bones to try and spooks us. Man-creatures thinks they so smart. We see how crafty they are with no tongues. I say we sneaky-sneak and stabs them in their dumb faces."

Noticing the labels on the potions, Vilthik eyes the one of Bull's Strength. "Oooh, this drink gives one big strength. This one takes for now."

Ready when everyone else is.

Vilthik shrugs. "I say yous hold on to magics, then, Scrapeknee. Since yous can see they magic. Maybes if you find out what kind of magics I take one. You might takes crossbow, too. Better range than javelin."

Vilthik grins as he sees the human corpses. "Lots-Legs been busy," he notes. "Oh yes, this one is very good at findy-find just like sneaky-sneak. Killing Lots-Legs will make us legend." He follows Farg farg forward, scanning the heights for any spiders.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Vilthik crouches down, eying the ground for any signs of passing.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Not looking for anything specific, just looking. +2 on the result if anything human-related.

Vilthik wipes the gore off of his axe onto the creature's hair, smiling wickedly. "No tongue to take, but maybe we gets poison out of its nasty face. Any of yous got jars?"

Vilthik steps away from the spider's fangs with a snap-step and slides sideways slightly to deliver a strike.

Five-foot step to flank with Farg Farg and strike with handaxe.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 (+2 Flank, +1 Goblin Foolhardiness)
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Confirmation: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Critical Damage: 3d4 ⇒ (2, 3, 2) = 7

Surprise Round

"Spider-beastie in the trees!" Vilthik hisses through his teeth, bringing up his handaxe and short sword in front of his body and crouching low, waiting in a guarded stance.

Total defense, raising AC and Touch AC by 4 for one round.

Status:
HP: 12/12
AC: 21, Touch 19, Flat-Footed 13

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Snark can have the ring if he wants. I guess I'll wear the robe just because it came into my possession, unless someone wants it.

"This one can scout, oh yes. Good eyes and sneaky feets and good for track-looking, man-creature or not. Just no booming fireworks behind me, yous grub-eaters."

Vilthik's eyes twinkle at the sight of the fireworks. "We will bring you great piles of boomers, mighty chief. And then we will wash the men-creatures in fire!

I'm not particular to who gets what, so if anyone wants something, I'm good.

Vilthik eyes the Rusty Earbiter suspiciously. "This one is no dirt worm, but I will still show that I hero."

Escape Artist 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Escape Artist 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Escape Artist 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Vilthik lets a wicked smile darken his face. "This one the best at sneaky-sneak." He dashes off and crouches low as he moves, moving into hiding.

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

Ouch.

Not wanting to be outdone, Vilthik puts away blade and axe and skulks up to Squealy Nord. "This one can ride, too, oh yes. Saving skills for beastie that can eat many men-creatures, but will practice now to show I hero." He clambers up onto the pig with a hard look of determination.

Ride: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Ride: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
Ride: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Vilthik narrows his eyes and walks off, grumbling. "This one have many tongues. Kill many man-creatures." At the feast he sits on the ground, sharpening axe, blade, and arrow point, musing on the map, puzzling through his brain to extract any bits of useful information that would help him hunt the dangers that it mentioned. He walks over to tables at random intervals and stabs at food with his short sword, putting bits of this and that in his mouth.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Vilthik nods sharply. "Lots-Legs is also having Lots-Eyes. Must be very sneaky-sneak to kill her. This one knows sneaky-sneak. Lots-Legs even better prey than man, maybe. No tongues, but legs for all. Enough legs for all of these ones, yes yes. Enough and all be heroes. None running from prey, or this one put arrow in back for being afraidy-beetle."

Apologies for the late entry, had a long day.

Vilthik takes a knee on the dirt when prompted, listening intently to the mighty chief, containing himself with his prideful composure. Upon the mentioning of making any men, dogs, and horses dead, however, he cannot resist allowing a wide, wicked smile to corrupt his face. He momentarily lets his mind drift, imagining the hunt. After the chief finishes, Vilthik stands, running his thumbs on the hilt of sword and haft of axe.

"This one makes many man-creatures dead, great chief. So many tongues will this one steal that he could make a mighty crown for you. No failures, mighty one, this one will keep these lick-spits in line, oh yes.