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    Graalsk grabbed the proffered 'flyer' greedily, hardly pausing to pop the grey eight-legged horror in his mouth before he shoved his hand out for another, crunching legs with satisfaction in his wide smiling mouth. He shooed Gorvgo towards the other assembling 'Heroes' as he simultaneously snatched back a second 'flyer', this one a dirty, sun-dried bit of sausage end harder than petrified wood and oily with rancid juices. He scanned the crowd for any more fools he could live without, keeping an eye open for anyone he identified as a Gobs Goblin that hadn't already been scammed into joining the quest with their leader. Speaking of that upstart, Graalsk peered blearily into the now smoking BrambleHall.
    Goblin culture was strange to some scholars, in that whenever the word fire was spoken, there was a compoundingly increasing likelihood of a fire being actually lit. More perversely there was an alarmingly quick rise in likelihood of a fire destroying a tribe or at least its home each time a fire was lit, such that the lifetimes of goblin tribes could, in some sense, be measured in utterings of the word 'fire'.

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    “Wise counsel?” Sparkskar snorted and spat a wad of freshly dredged phlegm on the ground.

    So this was Graalsk’s agent on the inside. The Firetamer made mental note to keep a close eye on the priest throughout the coming campaign. He would of course attempt to sway the little torture demon to his cause before the end, but until then, Gorvgo presented a very real and present danger. Sparkskar turned away from the chief and came to stand closer to his brother and the attractive gob lass.

    “Graalsk does not listen to wise counsel. We see that…” he muttered to himself, though loud enough for the few gobs heroes around him to hear.

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    Perception check to notice the fire?

    1d20 = (18) + 5 = 23

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    Gorvgo was basking in the adulation and the compliment of phlegm given him by his fellow hero. So much so, that he failed his perception check and remains ignorant of any fire. Perhaps if he was not so distracted by the beauty of the goblin specimen now beside him.

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    "...Yesssss, we see that, Skar," Chuffy connived, pausing in his revelry to finish his broodling's thought.

    To Chuffy's mind, there were five gods of the goblins. Bark Breaker, The Most Glorious Neverfull, Lady Lastbreath, The Greatest Supreme Chieftain Boss, and the Mother of Monsters. Chuffy knew these gods by no other name. All other gods were to be supremely conquered, he naturally assumed. Not that Chuffy was about to volunteer for that job.

    "Who is this, Rovagug Devourer god, brother?" he asked Sparkskar, leaning up to conspire in his broodling's ear. Skar knew much more than Chuffy about such things. "Is he a goblin?"
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    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    “I will,” Darvig uttered.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Chuffy
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    "Who is this, Rovagug Devourer god, brother?" he asked Sparkskar, leaning up to conspire in his brooding's ear. Skar knew much more than Chuffy about such things. "Is he a goblin?"
    The Firetamer tugged at his ear while he muttered to himself, all the while Chuffy's cackling voice echoed in his ear.

    "No...not a gob!"Sparkskar snapped at his brother, but realized his error and sunk into the conversation conspiratorially.

    "He is a false god. A breaker of things." Sparky always seemed to dumb down his speech when dealing with Chuffy. It was a sort of tendency someone would pick up from necessity, however after a while it became a sort of gesture for the one he tolerated most in the world.

    "Insane. Not a friend. Must watch that one..." he glanced to the left and right at the one he called Sawtooth, and the pretty one. They were near and likely heard the conversation. Now was the time to see who was an enemy, and who was a potential ally.
    Talon Everett Human Daring Infiltrator3/Rogue1 Wrath of the Righteous
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    From his seat Gobs U-SINK watches the bizarre group forming in front of the "great chief" and stands "Great chief I go!". He looks around at the ones who think they are good enuff to adventure with him... This is going to be interesting

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    Graalsk almost missed Gobs' goodbye, as did Chuffy, Sparskar and Gorvgo, who was avidly passing out "flyers" to screaming goblin "fans" of the strange priest. The alchemist of the Brambleclaw tribe dipped his head, a bare acknowledgement to Graaslk, and stepped from the great chief's dais, down into the mess of gathered goblins, rising smoke and discarded papers with the tasty treat removed. It appeared that some had even been used as napkins, but none could imagine a goblin in the tribe so neat.
    Striding from the room, GObs didnt look back. SOmeone would follow. He passed, SNotrokkit, chanting the last verses, and beckoned him to follow too, if she so desired. Pickles, digging at the pile of ashes that was creating the fire problem, waived at Gobs before going back to poking the coals. He might follow, he might not, but Pickles was getting those coals into a pile first, dangit!
    The goblins exited the warren as the fiery sun dropped below the horizon, bringing full dark to the sleeping Thornkeep. As always, the goblins moved stealthily through the village, avoiding known dog dens and horse hitching posts. This was to be a silent crossing, getting clear before the humans noticed the warband's presence and wondered what the gathered goblin menace might mean.
    Passing from the Goblin Bazaar, Chuffy and Dogbreath now leading the way, the band slipped behind the Thirsty Ogre, a quite lovely tavern, where violence happened routinely and there was usually someone to roll for what was in their pockets many times a night. Digging into the scraps tossed out by the bartender, Goblin faces came away smeared with hops and corn bits. Now fed for the trip, the troupe sneaked forward. A deep stand of trees lent shadows and slapping goblin feet whispered quietly through them.
    After using the bit of forest as cover, the gobs break quickly down the road once the trees give out. Near the road leading to the BattleHouse. A dwarf of some war god had moved in, running out the goblins who'd used it to hide a still and ruining the beer industry in BrambleHall for everyone. He and his human friends cleared “their temple”, or so it seemed they'd shouted. Now, it was a bit foreboding. Heavily armed and quite able to wield his sword, the dwarf priest was frequently seen in bothe the Thirsty Ogre and the Greenforest Inn. Quite a drinker. He was dangerous to try and roll and not a few gobs in the tribe were missing digts he'd sheared off with that long, heavy blade slung on his back.
    After passing the lane that led to the dwrf's temple, the goblin band neared the EchoWood Arms, and the Town Green. It was wide, and sparsely lit, but occasional folk still made their way from end to end.
    Crouching beside the wide porch of the EchoWood, the goblins slipped behind the building, racing from blackened shadowy pool to deep dark corner, passing behind the house where the dwarf who made the armor pieces lived, the soaring shingle-roofed Greenforest Inn, and finally, at the far end of the Green at last, sliding to a disorganized halt in the pile of empty ink barrels behind the gnome bookmaker's abode and business. Investigating the barrels were a favorite dare of young goblins to complete. After all, once, words had lived in them, all fouled up with other words in a black-stinky-inky mess. Alas, the path forward was now in peril. A group of barbarians from the Wolfmane tribe, drunken and swearing in their own tongue by all appearances, were swaggering towards the barrels.
    Numbering at least a dozen, they gathered behind the gnome's building, then whipped out their cocks and began to piss competitively, trying to arc their streams the farthest, or the hardest. Finally they began to try and draw! Satisfied and bladders now empty, the group wandered back towards the Green, leaving your group somewhat wetter, but undiscovered.
    Padding swiftly through a small stand of low shrubs and sticker bushes, the goblins headed north away from the Forest Road, intending to sneak into the side yard of the Bottle Gnome. The villagers used her bottles for all manner of their ailments, and Gobs himself had scrounged her unwatched wares for a bottle or two to use in his own experiments. Her potions were a staple among adventurers in the area, but her dangerous bombs and sinister, goblin-UNfriendly traps in her shop kept green goblin fingers from making off with anything she valued. Using her unlocked side yard gate as a swing allowed the hopping of her low stone wall into the thin piece of verge abutting the stream. Clever goblins had used this way to pass the stream unmolested for some time, and regular handgrips along the bottom of the bridge allowed adult goblins to brachiate from one end to the other quickly and without getting wet unless the spring streams were quite high. Once across, the group re-assembled in the backyard of Laskar Redcape. The dangerous bandit was back in town, recruiting men for another of his jobs. He cared not if a handful of goblins crossed his yard. At this hour he was certainly still at the Thirsty Ogre, recruiting.
    Here, the town was to be abandoned. Even though the road running north now swung west, the goblins instead stayed heading north, into the Echo Wood itself. Under the spreading eaves, the silence that was required to slip through town now abated. Heading north and east from here would bring the gobs to the Echo Cleft and then they would leave the stream they'd be following for another, slower watercourse that emanated from the Dismal Caverns. There were many hours until daylight, so the band made its plans, established who was in the lead, confirmed the course and gabbed as goblins may do.

    OoC
    At this point, if any of you want to alert the others to what you do best or how you want to make the trip (its only about five miles from Thornkeep), or introduce yourselves to each other, do it. I'll be making some rolls and then we'll be getting into our first encounter!

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    Gobs(not wanting to be the first to speak) looks around the area taking careful note of the horizon,looking off into the night looking for anything or anyone who might get in their way, he thinks to himself "How did I get myself into this?"

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    Gorvgo is a little slower and a little less sneaky during the hike, but amazed the other goblins with how easily that he was able to climb across the bridge. Once they had made it to their end point. He remembered the conversation he had overheard Chuffy and Sparkstar having about Rovagug. (Perception was 18+ 4 from Wis= 22)

    "I understand you have not heard the good news."
    He will give you both flyers and regale you with the good news of Rovagug and tell you both about how much He likes to eat and will give so much to the goblins to eat. This is why He is called the Devourer. (Diplomacy 7+5=12 to Chuffy, and 15+5=20 to Sparkstar)

    After his sermon, Gorvgo will cast spark and light some twigs on fire and pull out a very fine looking piece of rolled up leather. He licks his hand with a putrid tongue and combs back what little bits of hair he has left on his head and sidles up to the lovely specimen with the holy weapon of the Devourer. This just enchants him more.

    "Want to see my toys?" He asksBubbisa. He unrolls the red dragonhide leather and reveals some perfectly kept imlpements. The other goblins in the group have heard the screams, or at least the stories, of his victims. They have never seen the tools he has used to elicit those screams. They have also never seen so many tools that shine and do not have any rust on them. His "toys" include a pair of plyers, a hammer, an ice pick, and 2 razor blades. He is very proud of them obviously. (Diplomacy 12+5=17 towards Bubbisa ?circumstance for the toys?)

    As the night goes on Gorvgo decides to sing some songs. He is particularly adept at the age old goblin custom of insult songs. He sings one for the group directed towards Dogbreath. (Perform 13+4+2[insult]=19) Everyone seems to enjoy it and Dogbreath seems to take it in stride. (Diplomacy 10+5=15 towards Dogbreath)

    He notices that Gobs appears to sit on the outskirts. This seems a little odd for a goblin. "Have you heard the good news, Gobs?" (Diplomacy 3+5=8) Gorvgo realizes that now is not the time to speak to Gobs, but leaves him a tasty finger that is only 3 days old.

    Gorvgo is the sole preacher of his faith. A faith no one understands or quite seems to want to understand. SO he is used to the unease of others. He is odd and quirky and does not give two ****s what anyone else thinks. By the end of the first night it should be apparent that 1) he totally embraces being the religious authority and "wise counsel" 2) he could care less about being an actual leader and is only concerned with serving the Great and Awesome Devourer Rovagug. 3) He could care less about the politics of the clan or Graalsk. 4)He is bat**** crazy. . . Even for a goblin.

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    Not coming from the Brambleclaw tribe originally Gobs has alway felt like an outsider.He looks over to the party... How would any of them react if they saw their whole tribe slaughtered if front of them"Have you heard the good news, Gobs?" Gorvgo interrupts his thinking,Gobs stares at him and thinks to himself " they have never seen real horrors, they are not prepared, this may be easier than he thought

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