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Poog the Paladin lived for only one game. He misunderstood what he was as well. He had no idea he was a paladin, you see, and his worship of Jaidz was based purely on being a coward. Of course, soon he wasn't afraid anymore of though Jaidz was really cool for making him brave and giving him a cool, flying tiger as his holy reward!
OOC: Goblins have a Charisma penalty, so I picked the archetype that didn't rely heavily on charisma and picked an Agile Shortsword. Combined with Mounted Combat, Spirited Charge, and a half-celestial dire tiger(who, as a joke, had actually been given to Poog as a punishment) made him quite fun.
However, the Caster Level 19 Firestorm trap that killed him his first game had no reason to be encountered by a group of level 8 characters....
Mimdel Boom (who I use as an alias on here) from my group's Hell's Rebels playthrough: Female Goblin Alchemist from Isger(!), Chaotic Good. Raised by an itinerant Desnan priest. Worships Milani is a somewhat abstract way, tries to tell people she's a halfling with birth defects. Nobody really believes her, but since she has an absurdly high Intelligence score and a raft of languages, most people aren't really sure what to make of her. Combines an erudite love of knowledge with gleeful, bomb-chucking pyromania. Likes to ride around on the party's Shelyn-worshiping Polearm Master fighter's shoulders, singing (badly) at the top of her lungs. Ended up giving a Pit Fiend a stress migraine.
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However, the Caster Level 19 Firestorm trap that killed him his first game had no reason to be encountered by a group of level 8 characters....
I agree, there's probably no reasonable expectation of survival with something like that if there was no warning.
So I'm starting to think the name poog is like the bob of the goblin world
Is good name, not as good as Gip, but is good!
Gash, with the proper amount of alcohol, was afraid of no one. Those who dared opposed him met his fury and, usually, death to his axes. He once nearly sunk when he jumped off-board the shit to better cut into sushi the aboleth to dared to touch him with its disgusting appendages.
Grall was not so brave. When he first encountered a group he wanted to join, his first reflex was to magic jar one of their party members and carry his corpse in a bag of holding. Luckily for him, he, just barely, managed to convince his new friends to spare him for this... intrusion...
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Tell me, do the parents have a copy of The Green Knight? The hero, Paz, was played by the great Crystal Frasier herself!
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Tell me, do the parents have a copy of The Green Knight? The hero, Paz, was played by the great Crystal Frasier herself!
No I was never aware of it till now, but now I will use it. I wish someone would actually write that book. Get on it Paizo!!!
Lugram the Destroyer has undergone many iterations over his time. For a brief run (the first few were in 3.5,) he was a Warlock, going super heavy into acid blasts and self-buffs. He was mostly done in theorycraft due to lack of games around me.
Another run, in Eberron, he was an Ectoplasmic Shaper (or whatever they were called.) He rode around on his Ectoplasmic Servant (basically his Eidolon for those that missed out,) and was just the nastiest little bastard I could make that would still get along with the paladin. He ended up getting tortured and killed by Lizardfolk, but his spirit ended up possessing some of his ecto-goo and becoming a psychoactive skin for said Pally. (And he still talked. It was hilarious. "wE'RE BEING SNEAKY!")
His last run was as the town Alchemist turned party member. If/when the party of murderhobos needed something a little more illicit, they went to him. Same for if they wanted something blown up, or shot to hell (Goblin Gunslinger feat, with a Blunderbuss.) All he asked was for vials of blood from different people/species. That's part of why he joined the group.
He ended up getting tortured and killed by Lizardfolk, but his spirit ended up possessing some of his ecto-goo and becoming a psychoactive skin for said Pally. (And he still talked. It was hilarious. "WE'RE BEING SNEAKY!")
Skeet the Goblin was never very popular with his tribe, especially their chief. The chief would get something shiny, Skeet would steal it, the chief would get something pretty, Skeet would steal it, the chief locked up the food stores, Skeet would break in and have his fill. Eventually the Chief, along with the rest of the tribe, decided to capture poor innocent little Skeet and put him in a cage. Skeet would of spent the rest of his days inside of the cage except a very nice Paladin came along with some of his other friends and freed poor little Skeet. Skeet was so grateful to the Paladin (and scared of everything else) that he decided to follow the Paladin around on his adventures. Eventually the Paladin introduced Skeet to the glory if Iomedai, forever changing Skeet's life forever. Now Skeet and the Paladin travel around spreading the GLORY OF IOMEDAI!