( this is an experimental adventure to test some mechanics and development of plot points. May become open to recruitment at a later date. if you might like to play along. PM me with your character link, for stats use standard or point buy )
Location: the Lurkwood in the vicinity of the city of Mirabar, Northern Sword Coast.
The loud roars and exclamations from the elders of the Maggot Tos clan rings in your ears as the Chief's guard drag you out of the barrow and toss you into a mud pit near the swamps edge. Your attempt to rise from the bottom of the goblin hierarchy ended when the spell you were attempting to demonstrate to the elders went awry and turned the chief's skin blue instead of igniting the bonfire as intended. You are forever cast out and lucky to be left alive. You quickly run off into the darkness of the swamp before they decided to sick the wolves on you.....
I pick myself up, out of the mud and wipe myself off as best I can. I flip the departing guards the bird and stomp off into the trees, grumbling and cursing as I go.
" who needs them maggoty fools, I can be my own clan. Hail Chief Ickor PusSlinger. Yeah, yeah. PusSlinger clan ....will own these swamps and rule over Maggoty Tos...he heh..."
The sounds of bugs and beasts assault your ears as you make your way through the dense foliage and muck of the swamp. Several hours pass as you carefully avoid the sand traps and keep yours eyes peeled for the large snakes and the other predators you know inhabit this area.
You move through the bushes, blissfully unaware of the dangers around you. A large constrictor snake leers at you from the branches of a nearby tree, but makes no move towards you as it is currently already digesting an earlier catch. Another hour goes by as you move further and further away from your former home. You are not sure what direction you have traveled, but you do know you are outside the Maggot Tos territory.
Just as you are about to sit down for a rest, you hear some shaking of branches and a splashing sound emanate from behind a cluster of bushes.
As you carefully peer from the cluster of plants, well hidden within its leaves and branches you see a large Bugbear with a big axe dangling upside down from a rope attached to a large tree. He is cursing and spitting in rage as his head dangles a few feet from the ground. The tree sits next to pond and a large crocodile is making its way towards the trapped Bugbear, looking to score an easy meal.
I will rage, foaming at the mouth in anger at my predicament, and eager to take it out on this scaly beast. I will then use the rope to swing my body to get a good swipe at the crocodile with my mighty maul of smasherizing.
As the crocodile moves to take a bite, Burgle swings on the rope and delivers a crushing blow to the crocodile body, you can hear the cracking of bones and the deep moaning roar of the big reptile. In response, the croc lashes out with a biting attack against this meal on a string.
Attack: 17 Damage: 6
The crocodile bites into your shoulder and grabs a hold, further grappling you and tugging on your flesh, hoping to rip a hunk off.
" hold on friend! I will save you..." Ickor yells from his bushy hide out, he steps forth, crosses his fingers speaking the goblin word for frozen chicken and casts Ray of Frost at the beast, hoping to cool its heels.
As Ickor bursts from his hiding spot and points crossed fingers at the crocodile with its teeth firmly sunk into the stranges flesh, a blueish beam of light streams into the croc, causing ice to form on its body and visibly slowing its thrashing. You can see this beast is very hurt, but also stubborn in its desire to keep a hold of his meal.
With a final, mighty swing, Burgle crashes the maul down onto the back of the crocodiles skull. Completely pulverizing the back of the skull and spine. Burgle now dangles t
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burgle
I get to my feet and quickly glance about to see if any other threats are around.
Perception: 7
" thank you little friend, little Chief. I am Burgle, beast of the Golden steppes of Jershad. Let us gut this beast and prepare a meal of victory and friendship."
( this is an experimental adventure to test some mechanics and development of plot points. May become open to recruitment at a later date. if you might like to play along. PM me with your character link, for stats use standard or point buy )
Location: the Lurkwood in the vicinity of the city of Mirabar, Northern Sword Coast.
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The loud roars and exclamations from the elders of the Maggot Tos clan rings in your ears as the Chief's guard drag you out of the barrow and toss you into a mud pit near the swamps edge. Your attempt to rise from the bottom of the goblin hierarchy ended when the spell you were attempting to demonstrate to the elders went awry and turned the chief's skin blue instead of igniting the bonfire as intended. You are forever cast out and lucky to be left alive. You quickly run off into the darkness of the swamp before they decided to sick the wolves on you.....
Ickor: Goblin Sorcerer
I pick myself up, out of the mud and wipe myself off as best I can. I flip the departing guards the bird and stomp off into the trees, grumbling and cursing as I go.
" who needs them maggoty fools, I can be my own clan. Hail Chief Ickor PusSlinger. Yeah, yeah. PusSlinger clan ....will own these swamps and rule over Maggoty Tos...he heh..."
The sounds of bugs and beasts assault your ears as you make your way through the dense foliage and muck of the swamp. Several hours pass as you carefully avoid the sand traps and keep yours eyes peeled for the large snakes and the other predators you know inhabit this area.
Make a perception check.
Ickor:
Perception: 3
You move through the bushes, blissfully unaware of the dangers around you. A large constrictor snake leers at you from the branches of a nearby tree, but makes no move towards you as it is currently already digesting an earlier catch. Another hour goes by as you move further and further away from your former home. You are not sure what direction you have traveled, but you do know you are outside the Maggot Tos territory.
Just as you are about to sit down for a rest, you hear some shaking of branches and a splashing sound emanate from behind a cluster of bushes.
Ickor:
I sneak into the bushes to see what is making the racket.
Stealth:18
As you carefully peer from the cluster of plants, well hidden within its leaves and branches you see a large Bugbear with a big axe dangling upside down from a rope attached to a large tree. He is cursing and spitting in rage as his head dangles a few feet from the ground. The tree sits next to pond and a large crocodile is making its way towards the trapped Bugbear, looking to score an easy meal.
Introducing: Burgle: Bugbear Barbarian
Croc initiative:18
Ickor:
initiative:16
Burgle
Initiative:18
The crocodile is a mere few feet away from you Burgle as you dangle from the rope trap you found yourself caught up in.
Burgle
I will rage, foaming at the mouth in anger at my predicament, and eager to take it out on this scaly beast. I will then use the rope to swing my body to get a good swipe at the crocodile with my mighty maul of smasherizing.
Attack: 18 Damage: 8
As the crocodile moves to take a bite, Burgle swings on the rope and delivers a crushing blow to the crocodile body, you can hear the cracking of bones and the deep moaning roar of the big reptile. In response, the croc lashes out with a biting attack against this meal on a string.
Attack: 17 Damage: 6
The crocodile bites into your shoulder and grabs a hold, further grappling you and tugging on your flesh, hoping to rip a hunk off.
Ickor
" hold on friend! I will save you..." Ickor yells from his bushy hide out, he steps forth, crosses his fingers speaking the goblin word for frozen chicken and casts Ray of Frost at the beast, hoping to cool its heels.
Attack: 21 Damage: 8
As Ickor bursts from his hiding spot and points crossed fingers at the crocodile with its teeth firmly sunk into the stranges flesh, a blueish beam of light streams into the croc, causing ice to form on its body and visibly slowing its thrashing. You can see this beast is very hurt, but also stubborn in its desire to keep a hold of his meal.
Burgles go
Burgle
"help me down little one, we will dine on this crokabeast together.."
at that I swing the maul once more, hoping to smash the beast into the ground in fury.
Attack: 24 Damage: 15
With a final, mighty swing, Burgle crashes the maul down onto the back of the crocodiles skull. Completely pulverizing the back of the skull and spine. Burgle now dangles t
Loosely on the rope, next to the beastly corpse.
Crocodile = 100xp
Ickor
I let out a shout of glee at seeing the mighty beast brought low and scamper up to the dangling bugbear and attempt to cut him down.
" I be Ickor, Chief....of the PusSlinger clan. Who be you mighty friend?"
Ickor cuts Burgle free from the rope snare and he falls to the ground with a thud, and quickly gets to his feet.
burgle
I get to my feet and quickly glance about to see if any other threats are around.
Perception: 7
" thank you little friend, little Chief. I am Burgle, beast of the Golden steppes of Jershad. Let us gut this beast and prepare a meal of victory and friendship."
As Burgle looks around, you don't see or sense and further threats as your anger subsides and you move into the task of butchering your kill.
Indicate what each of you are doing to process the crocodile and roll a survival check.