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Propping myself up, I'll quaff the healing potion I got from the priests.

Roll(1d8)+1:
2,+1
Total:3

Bah. Oh well, should keep me alive next time I get shot.

That takes you to 5, not too bad at all.

Thoroar wrote:Next goblin I see I'm going to stick my staff up its ass and carry it around as a trophy, the filthy little liars. No more Mr. nice wizard. Let's go kick some orc ass.

Do goblins have asses?

Goblins have asses. You reckon with enough effort you could indeed jam your quarterstaff into one.

There are some naked goblins back there if you want to practice. We'll just, er, wait outside.

With great effort I upgrade my quarterstaff into a one-eighth staff half goblin (2d6 goblin damage, +2 Intimidation vs. Small, -4 Charisma)!

Nah.

If you have Knowledge: Religion, make a check.

I do not.

But I am trying to surreptitiously peer at Forenrond's ears.

Glibberig wrote:Shall we go find the treasure trove?
By the time we're done I'll be shin deep in gold!

Glibberig pauses

Glibberig wrote:Actually, my shins aren't very high, so that wouldn't be a lot of gold. Who is the tallest here? Let's use their shins as a measure instead.

Thinking about it, I don't think any of you have Knowledge: Religion.
Bunch of blasphemous heathens!

What you can see is that there's a large bust of a goblin discarded to one side of the room, split in two, a few chunks taken out of its sides. Above the altar where most of the blood and limp, headless goblin corpses are is a large eye, crudely chiselled out of stone.

Onwards, then.

Well, while people who should be closer to the front of the party than me decide how to advance I'm going to furtle about the temple area and goblin alcove looking for shinies and bodies to loot;

Spot:
Roll(1d20)+5:
18,+5
Total:23

Search:
Roll(1d20)+3:
2,+3
Total:5

Listen:
Roll(1d20)+4:
10,+4
Total:14

Move Silently:
Roll(1d20)+8:
3,+8
Total:11

Dog Pants wrote:Spot:
Roll(1d20)+5:
18,+5
Total:23

You take a little while to leaf through the corpses.
The goblins are wearing battered and boiled leather armour, and each carry cracked wooden shields.

The massive green-grey Orc has an arrow sticking out of his anus, and he's wearing studded leather armour.
The throwing axe he tossed earlier looks a little blunted by its impact against the wall, but otherwise fully functional.
He has a light mace hanging off a clip on his hip, next to a collection of small animal skulls.

You can hear faint murmurings from the north and east wall of the temple, probably from adjacent rooms.

You do <i>not</i> see two partially-aroused male Centaurs kissing.

Grimmie wrote:You do <i>not</i> see two partially-aroused male Centaurs kissing.

Must have been that bad search roll.

Perhaps Thor or Orovan could scout ahead? They look sturdy types.

I once courted a Dwarf lady - now she was sturdy. And easy, too. honestly, show a dwarf girl a couple of gems and she's all over you.

Just make sure to finish up by the time the "gems" disappear into thin air. When her father found out he had me sentenced to death, he was the King you see, and I had to defeat him single handed in a duel wearing plate armour and wielding a mace.

On the plus side I am now the ruling, albeit absent, King of a dwarven mine.

Grimmie, can we have another map please?

Dog Pants wrote:Grimmie, can we have another map please?

With centaurs

I'll have a look ahead, assuming it isn't too dark. Hope the rest of you stay reasonably close in case it gets fighty.

ill go with you, but first i should probably get this javelin out of my back

Orovan wrote:i dont suppose one of you guys could give a hand with this?

Orovan points at his back

Orovan wrote:its a bit of an awkward spot to reach

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D&D Adventure #2: Green Shell Suit