Goblins and Friends

Adventures Among the Door-Breakers

Poog, Gravy and Mogmurch had just got back to Albion’s shop from the land of the cannon-happy non-Goblins with some new cannons to find that Albion had been fortifying hi shop against invaders. Unfortunately for Albion, the little pests managed to get in anyway and decided to “help” by adding a cannon to his defenses, sovereign-glued to the ceiling of the shop, pointing at the door. Downward-sloped, of course, so the cannonball wouldn’t stay in. Poog and Fevva were in discussion on how a falling cannonball could start a Rube Goldberg machine to fire assailants into the sun by frying an egg when Albion appraised the merry band of tiny terrorists of the problems in the area. Apparently, Zarongel had used the power of the giant crystals in some way and managed to make everyone start acting like goblins. The party thought that this sounded like some sort of goblin utopia. Albion thought, however, that everyone acting like goblins would be a bad thing. The Goblins couldn’t wrap their tiny brains around this concept until Albion told them that, with everyone actin like goblins, no-one would plant things or build things, so there wouldn’t be anything to burn. Unless, of course, someone figured out how to burn fire. Poog’s experiments into just this subject had not yet borne fruit, but he was hopeful (being an INT 8 character is fun sometimes). Nothing to burn was, of course, heresy. No-one making shinies for goblins to stea… uh, I mean borrow, was double heresy. No-one making cannons for the goblins to add to their airship (which was now about 75% cannons) or their village (about 90%) was triple heresy with a sin side salad.

Someone had to do something.

The goblins all thought about this and wondered who would take on such a mighty quest. It took them a few minutes to realise Albion meant for them to do something, and that involved going to Zarongel’s realm (yay, Poog gets to meet God again!) and either A) talk him into doing something about the goblin-thinking problem, B) blow up his crystals (which were in his personal care) or find a way to steal stuff until the problem went away or C) fixed the problem here on the Material Realm.

Inside the goblins brains this changed to A) talk to God, fun to do, and persuade him to stop goblinating the countryside, goblinating the peasants, goblinating all the peoples, and their thatched-roofed COTTAGEEEEEES! THEIR THATCHED-ROOFED COTTAGEEEEEEEESSSS!!!! Or B) sneak in somewhere and stealthily explode things, because you can totally do that like that one time when we blowed up those pirates so everyone could shop at Albions and… what were we doing again? Oh sorry Albion I’m listening honest! And C) blah, blah, blah, talk to normal peoples, boooooooooooooooooooooooo-ooooooooooooooo-ooooooooooooooo-red… ooh a shiney! Pounce on shiney and fight until shiny gets dropped and rolls way, awwww…

Guess which one the Goblins went for?

The goblins splurged the last of their cash at Albion’s shop and Plane Shifted away. Once in Hell the goblins approached the lair of flame-haired Zarongel, which was a mighty fortress with great walls at least twenty goblins tall. The goblins were stymied for a while on how to get in, until they realised they could all fly. And so could most of the denizens of the Nine Hells. Huh, the walls seem a tad redundant now. Once at the top, to save Mogmurch some of his skank-wing time and also because it’s cool, the goblins decided to grapple the keep from the curtain wall and rappel across. Gravy fired a rope arrow across, but it pinged off something and a fire raced back along the rope. Gravy dropped the rope, being smart. Poog, on the other had, is not smart. Since he’s invulnerable to fire, he decided to see what the new fire tasted like and put the rope in his mouth. Turns out hellfire is actually quite yummy but, being half unholy, kinda hurts. To stop this problem affecting everyone, Mogmurch used his new Boots of Teleportation to just teleport everyone on top of the keep. Once there, the goblins deliberated on what to do, but this made their thinky-bits hurt so they played with the artifact dice, which made Pugnus feel better, but made Gravy too emo to move for two days. The constant Bullet for My Valentine songs got even on Pugnus’ nerves. It would also help if any of them knew the lyrics, since everyone insisted on joining in and fights broke out about how to interpret the lines.

After two day first Poog and then Mogmurch got The Struggle one after the other, letting Gravy think properly and sing some proper goblin songs again. After this debacle, Gravy decided he didn’t like being here. It made him think like that one time when he didn’t have enough cider apples about four years ago last Wednesday. So he took his frustrations out on the roof, right where they were sitting, full attacking with the Maul of the Titans and smashing a hole straight down, which he promptly fell into. This attracted the attention of a nearby Horned Devil, who approached and demanded to know what the Hell the Goblins were doing. The Goblins tried to sell him a door, this having worked well the last time thy were in Hell. They even sovereign-glued a door into the hole they’d just made, emphasizing the advantages doors can bring to a hole by being able to be turned horizontally and being a trapdoor too! Mr Horned Devil responded by breaking the free sample. He then refused to pay for the door he clearly just broken in front of witnesses.

Oh, it is on Mister Door-Breaker.

Mogmurch electricity-bombed the Hell out of the Devil (hey, a pun!), since he was immune to most things they normally applied to a problem customer, which is fire, fire and more fire. Fevva, with her newly-upgraded twin Pepperbox pistols shot the Hell out the Devil, hitting with all four shots and critting the poor sod three times, putting out his eye and knocking his spiked chain out of his hands. 300+ damage later, the much-less enthusiastic Hellborn Door Murderer decided to ensure that didn’t happen again and full-attacked Fevva. Like many opponents, he was surprised when one of these little annoyances didn’t immediately splat. Gravy then pin-cushioned him and Mogmurch finished him off with bombs. Poog found the large +1 Unholy Spiked Chain made a fetching scarf (that was nearly the same weight as him). It was also a weapon he could wield at -8, but… cool scarf, man!

Inside the citadel, the Goblins found an Aspect of Asmodeus, who was looking for Zarongel too. Even they weren’t stupid enough to mess with him. They wandered about, unable to find Zarongel so they tried to find Imps instead, attempting to make them into hats. After a few hours of this, they stumbled on a secret room, but it was full of boring alchemy stuff so they found a better secret room. This had the crystals in. Gravy started to hulk out but they Plane Shifted the giant crystals back to Albion’s shop with only a little more effort. Back at Albion’s something new was happening, but we ended there, it being 4am and all.

How To Kill A Falcor

On their way to stop a horrible conspiracy to kill a young Janni called Lament, the Goblins came across a small tower. They deduced (guessed) that their enemies would have to come this way to get to the latest place they planned to search for Lament in. They chose to wait at a place called the Brazier Tower. Unfortunately, Goblins can’t spell, so they thought it was the Brassiere Tower and built another tower next to it, so the Brassiere they made would fit. Afterwards, they settled in to wait in ambush for their enemies.

However, waiting was so boring that they decided to set up some Cannon Towers while they were there and made them invisible too. Now completely unable to find where they’d parked their cannon towers, the Goblins were looking around asking their Cannons to come out when they noticed a large furry dragon-thing in the sky, flying without a care. Being bloodthirsty idiots, they decided to kill it with the cannons for entering their airspace without a permit so Fevva and Mogmurch proceeded to double crit the poor thing with said cannons. This (just) didn’t kill it and it turned tail and fled. However, Gravy wouldn’t let a filthy dragon get away, so he fired a rope arrow at it, managed to latch on to it and was towed away behind the beast. Poog and Mogmurch grabbed him and were towed after him.

This proved to be problematic as, dragons not being stupid, the thing decided to shake the goblins off in a show of aerobatics. Poog lost his grip, but grabbed the rope. Mogmurch lost his grip and got tangled in the rope by his ankle. Seeing this had failed to get rid of the little green pests, the thing breathed fire on the Goblins’. This did little to Mogmurch and Poog since they were either resistant or immune, but Gravy took some damage. However, the rope caught fire too and all the goblins were holding on to it. Gravy tried his very best to cling to the inferno that was his rope, but couldn’t hold on. Also the rope burned through. Down tumbled Gravy, who jumped onto his Broom of Flying. Down tumbled Poog, who managed to Air Walk to safety. Down tumbled Mogmurch, who opened up his filthy Alchemist wings and caught a thermal. Poog managed to get over to Mogmurch, who still had his leg caught in a coil of the rope, and the Alchemist was messing with his Deck of Random Things. Many objects plummeted to the world below until a huge white whirly thing burst out from a card and dragged Mogmurch away. Poog grabbed the rope and hung on for dear life. This is what they got from the card, running at full power. Poog got thrown off, and got his leg caught in the rope attached to Mogmurch and G-LOC’d, but Mogmurch managed to steer the careening thing straight into the beast.

To say the explosion was big would be an understatement. The mushroom cloud could be seen from the Cannon Towers, four miles away.

The dragon-thing was gone. Unfortunately, so was the consciousness of the two Goblins involved in the collision. Both dropped from their high elevation and had no way to stop it. Thankfully, Poog was immune to the huge fireball and only nearly died when he drilled into the snowy ground at Mach 2. Mogmurch turned into Brogin from the fire damage and splatted into the ground, which turned him back into a badly-burned, but still alive, Mogmurch.

After being blown up, and slapping into the ground, poor Poog was on top of one of Mogmurch’s cards when it suddenly fountained a huge amount of gold directly into his spine, nearly completing the task of murdering him.

We Be Gobins! (not you smelly lot)

Goblins chew and goblins bite.
Goblins cut and goblins fight.
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!

Goblins race and goblins jump.
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!

Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins! You be food!

Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.


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