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    Sparkskar froze when the ceiling seemed to give way with a crash that filled the room with dust and debris. It was as if the world had been consumed by a cloud of roiling filth. He pressed his nose and mouth into the sleeve of his robes and ducked back, into the dark corners of the nearby wall. Slowly the dust dissipated, and he was startled briefly by a fat, juicy rat. The gob was half tempted to skewer it and make dinner of it, but then his eyes were drawn to the strangely glowing gob apparition.

    He remained hidden in the shadows of the nearby cranny, knowing his magic-touched skin would naturally absorb the colors around him. Like one of those color changing reptiles, he'd blend into the wall as if he were part of it, and whatever the other creature was, it would get a sticky surprise if it turned dangerous. Was it another dead walky thing, or another caster gob? More likely a ghost of some sort. Sparky didn't know another mageling gob amongst the tribe, or any other tribe for that matter. More likely it was some divine boot licker, or perhaps a demon of one god or another. He resisted the urge to spit his contempt and remained hidden to study the creature from afar.

      Spoiler: OOC 

    Stealth check to hide and remain hidden
    Roll(1d20)+16:
    8,+16
    Total:24

    Perception check to learn what he can of the newcomer
    Roll(1d20)+6:
    19,+6
    Total:25

    Talon Everett Human Daring Infiltrator3/Rogue1 Wrath of the Righteous
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    Earlier...

    In the wake of the haunt's manifestation, and the destruction of his newly-made skeleton minion, Gorvgo wailed unhappily. "Now who will carry me?!?". No sooner made than it was destroyed before his very eyes, consumed... In a huff, he stalked bloodily from the room. Gobs and Bubbisa stood close together by the last door at the end of the hall. Bubbisa was pressed against the door, her large, sexy ears fluttering as they listened for sounds beyond the closed door. Sparkskar, hidden in the closet, scrambled away from the pair. He seemed tired of exploring, and ready for some rest already. Gorvgo couldn't blame the firecaster; he himself was low on magical reserves. “Back to the big chamber! We rest. Yes! Sleep, sleep to prepare spells! Sleep, to clean wounds. To eat!” Sparkskar clambered back down the hall. Gorvgo fell into his wake, heading back to the big chamber. He snatched up the hand and forearm of his skeleton as he exited the room and followed. For some reason he was hungry already...

    Now...

    Gorvgo stared at the dust cloud. In its heart he could see the figure of the newcomer. Sparkskar had taken cover, using the dust and debris as a distraction to hide himself. Gorvgo licked at the dried marrow in the ulna in his hand, not even realizing he had started eating it. For some reason, he was ravenous with hunger and they had eaten barely an hour ago, just before entering the ruin. Gorvgo needed to rest. He sat down by the nearest brazier, leaning himself against it and letting the warmth wash over him through his back. His eyes were so heavy, yet he distinctly heard, and felt, the crack of a bone in his mouth as he drifted into unconsciousness.

    OoC
    Sparkskar Stealth check noted. Perception check 25 reveals a goblin, blue-skinned, and wearing filthy rags. A reek of unwashed body and soured foodstuffs wafts at you from his direction. He is no Brambleclaw, for certain.
    Gorvgo, get ready for some trippy dreams, man...

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    Default Kriegboirk

    Striegboirk, newly blue and smooth, stood up. Striegboirk stood, made sure Striegboirk's rat was close to Striegboirk, and staggered toward the newly noticed minions of Zog.

    Striegboirk feared not goblins, so Striegboirk drew no weapons. Striegboirk used his bone and gristle covered staff to make his way thru the flotsam.

    Striegboirk smelled amd saw wounds... fresh blood...

    When Striegboirk was close to Striegboirk's kin of Zog, Striegboitk bent down and grabbed handfulls of Zogrocks and tossed them into the air.

    "Striegboirk am Striegboirk of Zog!!! Striegboirk and Slurry need food!!! Striegboirk heals you!!!!"

    Striegboirk then fell on Striegboirk's face, due to Striegboirk's exaustion.

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    move 30 feet towards the "minions of Zog" AKA goblins
    channel energy!!!!
    2d6(4,6) = 10 healing to anyone within 30 feet
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    Sparky was low behind the altar, taking a cautious tack against this new creature. He watched as simple Gorvgo shambled near one of the braziers and slid to the floor, curled up into unconsciousness already. He held his stomach with both hands and it seemed to ripple, as if something inside was moving.
    The strange creature of smooth blue skin meandered free of the rubble and approached. In strangely accented goblin he yelled out for all close by to hear.
    "Striegboirk am Striegboirk of Zog!!! Striegboirk and Slurry need food!!! Striegboirk heals you!!!!" At once a pulse of energy burst forth from the creature, painting Sparky and Gorvgo in white light and healing their wounds! Now clearly seen in the flickering light of the braziers, Sparky witnessed a goblin, some sort of unholy gob, leaning on his staff and peering into the gloom, first at Gorvgo slumped by the brazier, then at the rat at his feet and finally down the hall to where Chuffy still stood by the burned paw prints in the floor. He hadn't seemed to notice Sparky hidden by the altar.

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    C=Chuffy t=stone plinth banquet table ^= difficult terrain from the cave-in
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    Gorvgo slid to the floor, unconscious and in pain before he even settled. There was a great roiling of his guts as something slid into them and started gnawing away. Gorvgo seemed to struggle to his feet. He watched the room around him. It was lit in traceries of black-purple flames all over the corners and along doorways. A tall, powerfully-built hobgoblin stared down on Gorvgo.

    "He is wrong! You followed the wrong path! Eat!" The hobgoblin, with a strangely familiar voice, pointed to a bowl that Gorvgo now noticed at his feet. It contained a rotting hunk of meat. Gorvgo was unable to resist. He bent down, pulled the hunk free. It dripped with putrescence. Yet to Gorvgo it seemed to be the most appetizing thing he'd ever eaten. Cramming the hunk into his mouth he began to chew. The hobgoblin laughed. He wore robes stained by blood and foodstuffs. Gorvgo was almost done with his meat hunk, and was going to swallow. He gagged suddenly. The meat hunk flopped from his mouth, dropping onto the floor. Something was forcing its way up Gorvgo's throat now!
    Seeing the meat on the floor, the hobgoblin struck Gorvgo with his fist, sending poor Gorvgo to the floor. The hob leaned down into Gorvgo's face. Menacingly he spoke a single word. "Eat." Gorvgo's throat spasmed as the something there tried to fight free. He choked it back and grabbed for the meat hunk. The hob only stared at him.
    Gorvgo forced the meat hunk back into his mouth. He chedwed a second time and tried to swallow. The throat-thing fought against this. Again Gorvgo spit the meat onto the floor. The hob laughed harshly. "No easy thing, to eat. Spit forth your faith...and EAT! THe hob lashed Gorvgo with a series of hard blows, rocking the poor goblin back onto his rump and dazing him. Gorvgo struggled to recover, but the hob wasn't having it. The taller goblinoid grabbed the meat hunk and forced it into Gorvgo's mouth holding his hand over poor Gorvgo's mouth to hold in the meat. In a surprisingly gentle tone of voice the hob stared deeply into Gorvgo's eyes and simply said "Eat."
    Gasping for air now, as well as being pricked inside his throat painfully, tears started in Gorvgo's eyes. THe meat hunk and the thing in his throat fought now for space. Gorvgo couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. The pain in his throat became a burning fire that he couldn't escape. He fought against the hob's grasp of his face. Pushing the hob away, Gorvgo hawked forth a glob of spit and mucus and writhing somethings! As he broke free of the hobs grapple and spit, Gorvgo scrambled backwards. The spitball landed gloppily across the room and two forms freed themselves, growing in size. No meat hunk remained, but a fat wolf circled a spider with a mouth full of fangs on its abdomen, both snarling. THe two converged in a crazed mish mash of fangs, pincers legs and fur. The hobgoblin stood to one side, cheering for the fat she-wolf. He turned to look at Gorvgo. "You must choose! Destruction for naught or ingestion for her!" The hob turned back to watch the fight continue.

    Gorvgo blinked, and found himself lying on his side by the brazier in the first chamber. A blue-skinned goblin stood near the altar, speaking in strangely accented goblin "-and Slurry need food!!! Striegboirk heals you!!!!"

    OoC
    which does Gorvgo choose? Destruction or ingestion! We're not done here just yet, Gorvgo...

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    Sparkskar noted Gorvgo’s strange behavior, and the odd ripples and motion within the gob’s belly. What had he eaten whole? Was the idiot too stupid to remember to chew his food? Demons and Devils, he was liable to get himself killed before they ever reached the lich! The elementalist shook his head in irritation before setting his bloodshot eyes upon the odd blue goblin and the staff it held.

    He watched from his place, silent and stealthy as a shadow. Sparkskar didn’t know what brought the gob to the cavern, or what foul intentions it had for the Brambleclaw host, but where there was one foreign gob, there were others. This one presented itself boldly and without fear, so there must be a large host just above the rocky ceiling. There could be dozens, HUNDREDS! No. Now was not the time to reveal himself. Then a wave of energy rippled out from the gob’s body that tickled his flesh, but left him otherwise unaffected.

    Sparkskar had not been injured through the trials of the Brambleclaws thus far, so he could only guess the functionality of the spell. Then the creature’s words cleared up the mystery. Healing?

    Another puppet of the gods…but what god did this one serve? He didn’t stink of the devourer, which Sparky appreciated, but that didn’t really settle his stomach. Another mushroom popped into his mouth as he stared at Striegboirk and his pet, or was it some sort of familiar? It was plump and juicy, and filthy as the most rotten meat.

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    Sparky remains hidden behind the altar, studying the strange blue goblin

    Knowledge Planes: To determine if strange color of the creature has any planar significance to Sparkskar.

    1d20+7= (Nat 20) 27

    Knowledge Arcana: To see if there are any arcane symbols or marks upon the creature.

    1d20+9= (17)

    Knowledge History: To see if he recognizes any symbols of historical significance upon the creature or his gear.

    1d20+7= (20)

    Spellcraft: To see if he recognizes how/why the creature is so blue.

    1d20+10= (27)

    Stealth: To remain hidden while he scouts out the strange goblin

    1d20+16= (30)





    Talon Everett Human Daring Infiltrator3/Rogue1 Wrath of the Righteous
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    Default Striegboirk

    Striegboirk the Smooth's staff was carved with strange magical symbols, but they seemed to have no religious significance. There was a reoccuring symbol of Zog, perhaps it was an antique from days of old.

    His necklace was made of finger bones of the taller races, perhaps elf or hooman.

    He seemed utterly confused, but happy to be in the company of goblins. His teeth were surprisingly healthy for a goblin, and the dire rat seemed to be a healthy specimen that was familiar and friendly to him.

    He spoke up in a strangly accented gobby tongue, "No kill! No fight! Strigboirk might be ancestor! Striegboirk has been stuck for many many moons, not getting old!"
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    Gorvgo gripped his stomach as he awoke from the dream and hurled bile and shards of bone from his mouth. was it a dream? Eat? Gorvgo thought to himself. Perhaps Rabbi Hug could explain.
    As the gob priest thought on his vision he noticed the strange blue skinned creature. Then a wave of energy washed over him grieving most of the pain endured from the horrible teeth that took away his new pet.
    "Who he's you blue skin?" Gorvgo called "I am Gorvgo middling high priest of Rovagug the Devourer." he paused at this. Was he still the priest of the great Lord and Destroyer? He found himself craving the taste of spider... and pickles?
    "Who is your Lord blue skin? To have the healies powers. Mes has powers too!"
    Gorvgo pulls his knife and chants in his strange abbysal/goblin mix to unleash his negative energy. As he finished his chant he looked around with confused frown. Nothing happened.
    Gorvgo pulled out Rabbi Hug and started mumbling about performance anxiety and questioning his orientation. Gorvgo oblivious to everything now walked past the blue skinned goblin glanced at the rat licking his lips. Then began searching through the debris for a piece of wood.

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    Gorvgo watched the blue-skinned gob from the floor, questioning it while he struggled to his feet. He braved the healer's potential threat and stumbled to the rubble pile to look for some wood. A fetish was arising within Gorvgo, a need to express himself. And, weirdly, a strong desire to sate his hunger with a pickle. The blue-skinned newcomer was struggling to remain upright himself. His fall looked decidedly painful.

    For his part, Sparky refused to be the fool old Gorvgo apparently was. He kept himself hidden from the blue-skinned goblin, healing powers or not. Sparskar wracked his brain. What might this goblin's story be? Sparky felt it was nothing extra-planar. He was sure this gob would exhibit something that would denote him as from a specific plane, such as fiery skin for a gob who lived in the plane of fire, a place Sparky had studied extensively, hoping one day to visit such a holy place, ever wreathed in flames everywhere. The gob carried no signs that marked him as a student of arcanum. His power was solely derived from gods or spirits... or maybe worse. Yet the symbols on this blue devil's staff were clearly the signs of ancient Zog. The top of the staff held the goblin rune for Barghest, ever the symbol of the Kingdom. That blue-skin bothered Sparky. Where did it come from? Was there a blue gob clan from old Zog days? Sparky didnt seem to recall one, but his study of the Kingdom was less complete than he may be needing. One thing he was beginning to believe was that this smooth, unnaturally blue skin may have merely been an anomaly, such as Chuffy and Sparky both had, a result of their mother being a potion-popper, drinking every potion she ever came across, goblings in the belly or not.

    A middling high priest of the Devourer? thought Striegboirk. This stumbling weirdo with the stomach ripples looked like he had seen better days. He spoke to Strieg, asking after the strangeness of Strieg's skin condition. Strieg could respond, or Strieg could wait for further questions. The Devourer's servant seemed at a loss as he tried to demonstrate his power, yet nothing occurred. Perhaps Rovagug was wroth with this gob? Strieg maybe should be careful with this one.

    OoC
    Sparky Knowledge checks:
    Planes (27) Striegboirk is not from another plane and doesnt seem to have any planar traits to mark him as touched by another plane either. He's all Golarion.
    Arcana (17) Strieg carries nothing that would mark him as a practitioner of the arcane arts. He's divenly powered and seems too simple to grasp arcana's mysteries
    History (20) Striegboirk's staff bears the sign of the Kingdom of Zog. Were he a servant of the throne, or some other 'government employee' he would likely have carried a symbol like the staff. He either found the staff here, a relic of the Kingdom, or it was passed into his hands by others who had served the Kingdom, or killed those who had...maybe Strieg did his own killing of the Kingdom's servants...!
    Spellcraft (27) Sparky has seen other gobs with strange skin. He himself has strange skin, ditto Chuffy. IT's not an uncommon trait of gobs to have strange skin conditions, weirdly shaped heads, over-large ears or mouths, etc. Mutation is in the goblin gene code, man!

    Gorvgo, the rubble is mostly stone, and the wood you do find is rotted through, crumbling easily in Gorvgo's hands; its unsuitable for pickle-carving, but have faith. The GM has you covered on this wood thing, and the jar thing, and the talking skull thing, and the... Jesus, how many things ARE you doing?!?

    Striegboirk, you see Gorvgo, obviously, but have no chance to see Sparky yet. Slurry is close by; nib-****ting didnt find her food or anything else interesting, so she's staying close to Striegboirk until she knows this priest isn't gonna turn on her.

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    Rabbi Hug stared at the battling Spider and fat wolf. He smiled as the she-wolf lunged and took a chunk from the spider, gulping the morsel rapidly. Rovagug's avatar was vicious, yes, and a significant danger to his mistress, but Venkelvore was ever hungry. Her desire for new followers was voracious. Especially among her chosen: goblins. Hrugo turned his face on Gorvgo, watching the roiling of the priest's stomach. Conversion was never easy. Hrugo smiled, drew back his foot and kicked Gorvgo's prone, shaking form right in the stomach roiling so eerily. "Rabbi Hug, indeed!" Hrugo smiled as he drew back for another kick.

    Gorvgo was about to give up on his search of the rubble for anything significant, when he suddenly doubled over in pain, vomiting all over the rocks. He felt as if he was being kicked repeatedly, barely maintaining his balance as he reeled away from the Barghest pillars and towards the altar. He could hear Rabbi Hug cackling maniacally from within his pack. Pulling the skull free and setting it upon his hand. The dead priest of Venkelvore was smiling wickedly. "What's wrong Gorvgo? Hungry? Then,... EAT!"

    Gorvgo nearly fell when Rabbi Hug spoke! That voice! Rabbi Hug was the hobgoblin torturing Gorvgo in his mind! Gorvgo reeled as Rabbi Hug laughed and laughed.

    Sparky and Strieg both watched as an apparently insane and sickly Gorvgo staggered about the chamber, occasionally moaning before finally removing that skull and mounting it upon his hand. Worryingly, the skull's teeth began to chatter. All at once, though, the chattering ceased and a single shrieking word filled the chamber. The voice shrieking was female, otherworldly, and powerful, ending the shriek with a snarling bark that emanated from the altar. One word: Eat.

    All three were thrown from their feet. In the ensuing silence, their harsh breathing was the only sound to be heard. What had the middling high priest of Rovagug done?

    OoC
    Gorvgo, next time you rest you are gonna get to see who wins this spider-wolf fight. Sparky and Strieg, other than flavor, neither of you was actually affected in terms of game mechanics. Gorvgo is just going through an interesting "divine" dilemma and you both are witnessing it.

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