Seeing the goblins were much less a threat than he might have supposed, and their now being slightly aligned toward our business, gave Puyet a bit more confidence. He muddled his way through the muck of overgrown rodents and decided to give the large man a wallop worth remembering as he was busy pulling elongated objects from the mouthpiece of his helmet. If he incited his rage enough, perhaps he'd let his guard down.

"Your mother's an ogre!!!"

Attempt to provoke Overlord.
Brash Assault w/ Furious Assault.
Ready Vengeance is Mine
if hit, closest ally makes basic attacks, should be Garrmondo

Puyet charges in, shouting the most vile insult he can conjure — but the Overlord just shrugs and issues a small nod. Huh. Well, he was a pretty big guy. A swift series of parries and counter-maneuvers ensues, until the Overlord's axe bites deeply into Puyet's ribs. While the hulking foe pries his weapon free, Garrmondo spots an opening and scores a wound on the Overlord's lightly-protected neck.

Brash Assault: miss
Overlord's counter-attack; Greataxe, +11 vs AC. 21 damage to Puyet
Garrmondo's counter-counter-attack: 8 damage to Overlord; bloodied.

The Pudding flings itself at Glenn in a perfunctory way, not really even getting close. Being locked in a box can really drain you of your enthusiasm for life. This pudding really needs to be more zesty.

:savepoint: Gheth's Goblin Guerrillas 21, Glenn 19, Gheth 17, Overlord 7, Cal 9, Garrmondo 7, Puyet 25, Pudding 24

Feeling spirited after convincing the goblins to join them, Gheth gives a surly shout.
"Oi! Listen up, you rots! Let's keep that pudding back. And the next one of youse wot brings me the ear o' that warlord gets a silver farthing!"

This seems to land with a cool reception among the goblins. Some just shake their heads disappointedly. One of them gives him a sidelong grimace before turning back to his kin.

"Now you see wot we're dealing with? Prejudice from all sides, is what it is." A flurry of knowing nods follows. Even the pudding and the warlord look momentarily less menacing in their embarassment for the cleric.

Gheth looks sheepish for a moment, and then adds
"I'd, uh...really appreciate it?"

W10 Goblin squeezes to U11
X10 Goblin moves to W10 and attacks
Y10, Y11 Goblins move to Z5, X5 respectively

Glenn, preoccupied with the pudding, was starting to wonder where the rest of his group had disappeared to. He understood from the shouting that there was some big guy in armor or something that they were fighting, but still. Glenn may be good, but he fights a lot better when there's someone else to distract whatever it is he's attacking.

At this point in his thoughts, two goblins run up on either side of him and confront the pudding. Predicting that this might get awkward fast, Glenn quickly puts away his crossbow. Nodding to the two goblins, Glenn draws his sword and hits the pudding while it's still distracted by the new arrival of the goblins. If it was even possible to distract a pudding.

Fast hands - stow hand crossbow as free action
draw sword
Clever Strike, +13 to hit, +2 from combat advantage, need 5 to hit
hit! 6 + 7 + 8 = 21 damage to pudding.
Shift back one square

Gheth was unsure if he wanted to hack the blob into smaller pieces just yet, but they could all do with a little more oomph, in his mind.

Move to Z10
Shield of Faith on all allies (+2 AC)

Making a bold but ultimately flawed attempt to rally his troops, Gheth nevertheless sends them back into battle. One of them tries to slip through the doorway and get behind his former lord, but the Overlord is too quick for that — the goblin reaches his destination, but gets there without his head still attached. Another goblin's attempt to stab the Overlord with a broken broom handle is also a failure, also a somewhat less catastrophic one.

Seeing the goblin revolt basically stopped before it could really begin, the bards return to playing the Overlord's favorites. Scrambling through a jumbled heap of instruments scattered around the throne, the harpist switches to a drum while the lutanist fetches a battered brass horn.

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Glenn draws his sword, dealing a serious wound to the pudding. Unfortunately the pudding copes with serious wounds by expelling the injured parts of itself so that they can operate independently. With Glenn and the goblins blocking any forward progress, the puddingspawn is forced to manifest to the west of the larger pudding. It's not much of a threat for now.

While the Overlord's armor is looking a little dented, Gheth decide it might be worthwhile having some of his new employees actually survive the battle. A glowing nimbus of energy covers Gheth and his allies, granting them flawless defense. Well, some of the time. Avandra was unpredictable at best.

While Puyet had not really insulted the Overlord as much as accurately described his ancestry, the Overlord decides that a half-orc who goes around trying to make light of other people's parentage is probably too dumb to live. Despite Puyet's heavy armor and Gheth's blessing, the Overlord's mighty arms are strong enough to cleave into the half-orc's flesh. The Overlord laughs a hateful laugh and seems to stand a little straighter, as though his wounds no longer pain him. Worse, the poison from Cal's arrow seems not to bother him at all.

Overlord has Resist 10 to poison.
Warrior's Surge: Overlord makes a basic greataxe attack and spends a healing surge for 21 HP. 16 damage to Puyet (bloodied).
Save vs. Stupid Useless Arrow: Success.
Watchful Eye: Anyone beginning their turn adjacent to the Overlord is marked by him.

Puddingspawn Defenses: AC 22, Fort 24, Ref 22, Will 20 (Minion)

:savepoint: Cal 9, Garrmondo 7, Puyet 25, Pudding 24, Gheth's Goblin Guerrillas 21, Glenn 19, Gheth 17, Puddingspawn 11, Overlord 7

Whilst the big man in a metal hat seemed to shrug more at Puyet's comment than take it to heart, the reaction he was hoping for was delivered. Unfortunately, that reaction came right into his ribcage. Puyet grimaces, but takes the opportunity to show his fervor.
Puyet had never been in a province that had been at war, but had patrolled enough border skirmishes to cleave a few heads.

With a quick nod to his ally, Puyet and Garr promptly double team the silly S&M amateur.

Vengeance is Mine
Both hit for 30 dmg +1 necrotic by Garr

Healing surge value of 21 means HP value of 84 to 87. 36 + 8 + 30 - 21 = 53. So 31-34 HP left.

What a stubborn armored man. I shoot at him when he wasn't paying attention to me, willing him to keel over due to a bad case of unlife.

:savepoint: Shadow Wasp strike on Overlord. 21 damage = Max 13 HP left!

Nothing like mob mentality. Puyet breathed heavy with delight. Obviously one of his orcish traits. That feeling, invigorating him anew, inspired a bit of jealousy in him. He pushed Garrmondo aside and swung a harsh blow towards the enemy. Afterwards, he circled him to assess the damage he had inflicted.

Inspiring word on self. Regain 17 hp to 29 + 5 additional HP
Wolf pack tactics, Garrmondo moves to X10
8 dmg to Overlord
Shift to U11

Roaring in fury, Puyet swings his massive hammer. With a sickening crunch, the Overlord's chestplate is smashed in, leaving a dent the size of an ogre's fist in his armored torso. The armored man begins to shake violently, and impossibly bright light begins to issue from every tiny gap in his armor. The Overlord issues one final shout of impotent rage, and then — he's gone. The Overlord's heavy armor collapses in a heap on the floor, issuing streamers of foul-smelling steam. The jagged black helmet rolls aside; there's nobody in there. The few remaining goblins are clearly overjoyed to see their former tormentor so thoroughly annihilated.

Puyet strides past the ruined heap into the throne room (which has conveniently just gone up on the open market). The bards are obviously frustrated to see the situation change so rapidly, but they quickly switch gears to something which the half-orc might find more pleasing.

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Overlord killed. Surviving goblins rally; +1 to their attack rolls.

The pudding doesn't even seem to consider the goblins as a speed bump. Easily smashing one aside with its bulk, it lunges forward and begins to engulf Glenn into its mass. Glenn struggles against the sticky goop.

Slam: Z5 goblin killed.
Action Point!
Engulf: +9 vs Fortitude; 13 acid damage to Glenn (grabbed).

:savepoint: Gheth's Goblin Guerrillas 21, Glenn 19, Gheth 17, Puddingspawn 11, Cal 9, Garrmondo 7, Puyet 25, Pudding 24

With a series of authoritative barks, Gheth orders the Goblins to move in, hopefully leaving room for his friends to wreak havoc of their own.

W10 Goblin to X6 Z6, Attack (4 damage)
X5 Goblin Attack (miss)
X11 Goblin to Y9

The goop rushes toward Glenn, but as it starts to seize him, something happens which the goop wasn't expecting. Glenn instantly disappears, reappearing not far from where he had been before, yet far enough that he was no longer standing in the way of the flood of black ooze. This may or may not have confused the pudding, but Glenn doubted that the pudding would remain clueless as to his location for long. Sticking sharp objects into things was usually a surefire way to give away one's position.

Fey escape in response to being grabbed (might this prevent the damage as well?), Fey step to X6
Clever Strike, need 5 to hit again
7 + 2 + 15 = 24 damage to pudding.

That settled it. Rudest pudding he ever saw.

Daunting Light on main pudding (16 damage)
Healing Word on Glenn (surge +11)
Hmm. Main Pudding. That's a good name for a band.

Every blow with a weapon seemed to split the pudding into more enemies to deal with, but Gheth's divine intercession seemed to wound the thing without any unpleasant side-effects. Unfortunately, his allies have few options to fall back other than swinging metal around.

Pudding bloodied by Gheth
Whoever attacks the main pudding next gets Combat Advantage, as Skex didn't specify anyone.

Glenn and the goblin, however, had both divided the pudding. The smaller oozes rush forward. The goblin who had wounded the larger pudding was swiftly crushed, but another micropudding's attempt to enact revenge on Glenn fails as he slashes it apart mid-lunge. A third tiny ooze flings itself down the hall, assaulting Cal to no productive end.

Z6 goblin, Y7 pudding killed
Z8 pudding granting advantage due to running

:savepoint: Cal 9, Garrmondo 7, Puyet 25, Pudding 24, Gheth's Goblin Guerrillas 21, Glenn 19, Gheth 17, Puddingspawn 11

I had been very quiet, not attacking the pudding at all, when its infernal spawn assaulted me. How annoying. Especially for a supposedly sightless creature.

It must be sensing me somehow. I smell at my clothing, and decide that I need to take a bath at the next opportunity.

I take aim at the little black pudding that attacked me. It clearly didn't like the arrow pointed at it, and slammed itself against me. The impact sent the arrow flying into the more distant puddingspawn instead.

My second arrow was used to poke holes at the very rude spawn next to me. I wonder if these things are edible once cooked. In any case, I now want to kill the mother pudding.

Twin Strike. +11 to hit, needs 11+ vs. AC 22 of puddingspawn.
Opportunity Attack vs. Cal: 11.
First Twin Strike vs. Y6 pudding: 19 HIT.
Second Twin Strike vs. adjacent pudding: 10 + 2 (combat advantage) + 1 (prime shot) = 13 HIT.
All puddingspawns killed.
Designate pudding as quarry.

Looking around, I note that only two goblins remain alive. They were not very good meatshields, I surmise. I whisper to the dragonborn that perhaps it might be prudent to keep one of them alive by ordering him out of harm's way. He might be able to provide us information about the lay of the land after the pudding dies.

Puyet scratches himself.

Half-orc only slightly smarter than full orc. But he know when genitals itch. He announce this to rest of crew. "ME KNOW WHEN GENITALS ITCH".

They acknowledge this begrudgingly. Between this bastion of intelligence and a man knowledgeable in Jarate, shit is likely to get real weird real quick.

Puyet KNOW blob is bad though. Very bad. Alas, there not much half-orc do from half-orc standing spot!

Move to Y9

Blob still so far away. Puyet frown for orc moment until he realize orc part of him have big muscles.

He reaches down and grabs tiny Goblin friend by hard tiny head.

Grab Goblin Y10

Puyet once see man toss ball at second man. Fond memories of ball bases sports come flooding back at him like ants eating corpse; as fast as tiny half-orc brain can handle.

With all mastery technique he muster, he toss goblinoid at blob!

Toss friend at pudding
Improvised heavy (???) thrown. +8 vs AC. Need 12. 18.

The little one soars majestically through the air and impacts the pudding full on in the....chest? It instantly disappears inside while screaming a most blood curdling noise. Puyet not sure if impact do any damage.

The notion of delicious pudding immediately perks up the elf's ears.

"I want some pudding. But how good can pudding be if it's been sitting in a box for at least..."

The elf counts on his fingers. He runs out of fingers to count on.

"10...More than 10 years."

"Could it be significantly worse than frozen dog corpse?"

"Point conceded."

Bluff successful on both counts.

Puyet flings the hapless little goblin into the black goo, watching as it vanishes almost instantaneously. A roughly goblin-sized blob of slime splatters out the other end, but it's probably not related.

8 damage to Pudding, friendly goblin who trusted you, you monster killed.

The weakened pudding fails to recover from the goblin's (ahem) airborne insertion, and its attempt to strike at Garrmondo is pathetic to say the least. The pudding begins to slowly retreat back toward the box, perhaps deciding it best to run and fight another day. The last surviving goblin rebel stands by fearlessly, ready to fight to the end.

Another 20 damage to the Pudding from AoOs as it flees. On the other hand, two more puddingspawn.

:savepoint: Gary the Gallant Goblin 21, Glenn 19, Gheth 17, Ice Goblin 17, Puddingspawn 11, Cal 9, Garrmondo 7, Elf Berserker 5, Puyet 25, Pudding 24

Glenn could feel the blood flowing through his veins. He was in his element. Swapping out his sword for his crossbow once again, Glenn decides to try out the aspects of it that he didn't think the villagers would have appreciated much if he'd tried it out on their cattle. He'd just acquired it from the shopkeep, who had promised him that the simple looking weapon would deal much more of a punch than they expected.

Glenn aims the bolt at the nearest black blob and fires.

Fast Hands switch back to crossbow
deft strike vs. Y5 puddingspawn. 10 to hit.

hit! damage doesn't matter since they're minions, 1hp last i checked
activate lightning hand crossbow, zap all four puddingspawn to their untimely deaths

The instant the bolt hits home, lightning jumps from the first puddingspawn to its counterparts next to it, and actually arcs to the last puddingspawn down the hallway. All four stop moving and melt away immediately, giving the rest of the group an open invitation to finish off the wounded main blob.

Glenn lets the slightest hint of a grin creep across his face. Yes, this new toy was going to be fun.

It would be too much for any one goblin. Warlords, puddings, seeing his best friend get hurled like a warty javelin...And frankly he wasn't sure he wouldn't get electrocuted if he stuck around too long.

Triple G flees back to S6

Gheth, meanwhile, notes the effectiveness of holy attacks and decides to send another care package. Of doom. Or hope. It was hard to tell which.

Move to Z7
Lance of Faith on main pudding with bonus to Garrmondo (miss)

Smirking, Glenn wipes out all the smaller puddings with one swift strike. Not much use duplicating yourself if the copies die in a strong breeze. Sadly the remains of the engulfed goblin are nowhere to be seen as the little puddings melt away. He must have been dissolved entirely.

The ice goblin charges down from the battered chamber where he makes his lair, the rumors of delicious pudding having become impossible to ignore. Skidding to a halt just behind Glenn, he propels a blast of icy wind from his palms — but the pudding seems to take no notice of his wintry freshness.

"It's getting away! Do something, don't just stand there cooling your heels!"

The blue goblin looks at G-Unit expectantly, but they show no appreciation for his cold-based puns.

"Philistines."

:savepoint: Cal 9, Garrmondo 7, Elf Berserker 5, Puyet 25, Pudding 24, Gary the Gallant Goblin 21, Glenn 19, Gheth 17, Ice Goblin 17, Puddingspawn 11

I coolly cock an arrow from my quiver, and icily taunt the pudding.

"Hey pudding! FREEZE!!!"

Careful attack on Black Pudding. 7 + 13 vs AC20 = barely hit.
Pudding takes 5+7+3 = 15 HP damage.

With an appropriate quip at hand, Garrmondo casually slices what's left of the pudding to ribbons. The ice goblin (somewhat miffed to see his enthusiasm for puns picked up by all and sundry) quickly makes for the immobile heap of pudding. Sadly even a dead black pudding is still violently acidic, and while the goblin eats his fill the pudding is eating him just as quickly — from the inside out. He keels over, coughing up a spray of blue blood.

'It was... ice to meet you, anyway... keep it frosty."

Victory! 1691 XP (338 each)