You and your companions are making your way along the road from the city to the small village of Pleasant Pastures. You’ve heard a rumor that the town is in need of adventurers. It is a small farming community, where they primarily grow carrots and raise wombats. You do not know the nature of the need.
As you travel to Pleasants Pastures, the country changes into fields and farmland. You see great herds of wombats, lowing softly in the distance, eating grass and shrubs and leaving behind great piles of cube-shaped manure. The whole region is known for its wombat farming and the high-quality, easily stackable manure produced. The pride you feel at knowing you will be doing your part to help keep the cube poop economy flowing is, I assume, immense.
As you are walking along, you hear a man shouting. Turning, you see an elderly gentleman, holding the traditional wombat shepherd’s rake, rushing toward you, shouting as he goes. “Hey! Where are you going?”
“We were headed to Pleasant Pastures. When I heard about the town I thought it was a retirement community. But I heard of the need for adventurers. What fascinating poop! How do they produce such cuboid poops? You feed them carrots?” Marnoa’s takes in the sight of the wombats and a wry grin appears on his face as he regards the wombat poop farmer. The aquatic half elf in greenish leather armor feels he is in quite an unusual spot this time and he can’t help but chuckle as he regards the situation.
"Indeed, we are here to do what must be done," Andre says in a slow, plodding tone. "Don't worry, you have perhaps the greatest wizard of this age here to save you or vanquish evil or do whatever else is needed. And if my spellcraft proves insufficient, then I shall beat the enemy into submission."
The hulking wizard flexes his almost grotesquely huge bicep as he mentions beating enemies into submission.
"Ugh." The Prince of Hearts lets out a disgusted sound at the view of great piles of manure and its unmistakable smell. His handsome nose scrunched. His skin is pale, smooth as marble. Light golden blond hair styled fashionably messy. He's playing with an apple, tossing it up and down in his hand, the shiny apple the same blood red as his lips. "If I were still at my empire," Jacks says gloomily, "I never have to do this kind of dirty work."
Marnoa starts repeatedly casting gust and prestidigitation in tandem to waft the foul wombat poop odor away and replace it with the airy scent of lavender, jasmine and gardenia. He gives the farmer a broad smile after he does so.
"You do know that many farmers actually like the scent of manure, right?" Andre says to Marnoa. "You know, cuz' it's like a strong earthy smell or somethin'..."
"You do know that many farmers actually like the scent of manure, right?" Andre says to Marnoa. "You know, cuz' it's like a strong earthy smell or somethin'..."
"And it means a healthy crop... Or do I've been told"
"Yes, and it means a healthy crop! Thanks for the reminder!" Andre says, then turns his attention to Marnoa. "Now apologize to the good farmer, the wombats, and the pile of poop for being so insensitive!"
Marnoa, looks at the beefy wizard and wrinkles his nose, his special, slightly reddish eye gazing around independently at the piles of cuboid waste and it snaps back, focusing on him when he asks for him to apologize? His eye focuses on Andre and his jaw is tight. He says simply, “No.” pause “Now what the hell are we doing here.” The grim look on his face indicates that he is suddenly all business.
"Pleasant Pastures! Don't go to that town! It's cursed. People go missing, the wombats behave strangely, and the carrots are entirely too large and delicious. It's a dangerous place!" The man's hands shake with the ferocity of his disapproval.
“Wait, wait, wait, let me guess. Wombat dysentery? Bowel obstruction? So how do the people go missing, and how exactly are the wombats behaving strangely?” Marnoa seems amused by the behavior of the farmer. Meanwhile, his odd red eye remains fixed on Andre even though he turns his head. “The things we do to fill our pouches with coin…” he remarks to himself.
“Wait, wait, wait, let me guess. Wombat dysentery? Bowel obstruction? So how do the people go missing, and how exactly are the wombats behaving strangely?” Marnoa seems amused by the behavior of the farmer. Meanwhile, his odd red eye remains fixed on Andre even though he turns his head. “The things we do to fill our pouches with coin…” he remarks to himself.
"I still think you should have that thing looked at"
"Well... maybe so we could help?" Andre says in response to the farmer's question. "Well, whatever's going on, it doesn't sound like anything that a good clobberin' wouldn't fix!"
“Okay, okay old fella. We’ll go and sort it out, thanks for all of your help….” Great lot of good from that one, scared old geezer. Maybe there is someone in town who actually knows what is going on.
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You and your companions are making your way along the road from the city to the small village of Pleasant Pastures. You’ve heard a rumor that the town is in need of adventurers. It is a small farming community, where they primarily grow carrots and raise wombats. You do not know the nature of the need.
As you travel to Pleasants Pastures, the country changes into fields and farmland. You see great herds of wombats, lowing softly in the distance, eating grass and shrubs and leaving behind great piles of cube-shaped manure. The whole region is known for its wombat farming and the high-quality, easily stackable manure produced. The pride you feel at knowing you will be doing your part to help keep the cube poop economy flowing is, I assume, immense.
As you are walking along, you hear a man shouting. Turning, you see an elderly gentleman, holding the traditional wombat shepherd’s rake, rushing toward you, shouting as he goes. “Hey! Where are you going?”
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
"Answering the call of those in need. We heard tell there was a request for adventures." *Says the portly, pasty, Pocky priest of the group*
“We were headed to Pleasant Pastures. When I heard about the town I thought it was a retirement community. But I heard of the need for adventurers. What fascinating poop! How do they produce such cuboid poops? You feed them carrots?” Marnoa’s takes in the sight of the wombats and a wry grin appears on his face as he regards the wombat poop farmer. The aquatic half elf in greenish leather armor feels he is in quite an unusual spot this time and he can’t help but chuckle as he regards the situation.
Quarick nods in agreement with the others
Osborne Goodluck | Level 1 | Halfling | Sorcerer (Wild Magic) | Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
"Indeed, we are here to do what must be done," Andre says in a slow, plodding tone. "Don't worry, you have perhaps the greatest wizard of this age here to save you or vanquish evil or do whatever else is needed. And if my spellcraft proves insufficient, then I shall beat the enemy into submission."
The hulking wizard flexes his almost grotesquely huge bicep as he mentions beating enemies into submission.
"Ugh." The Prince of Hearts lets out a disgusted sound at the view of great piles of manure and its unmistakable smell. His handsome nose scrunched. His skin is pale, smooth as marble. Light golden blond hair styled fashionably messy. He's playing with an apple, tossing it up and down in his hand, the shiny apple the same blood red as his lips. "If I were still at my empire," Jacks says gloomily, "I never have to do this kind of dirty work."
Lluvio walks up to the farmer and stares into his eyes. "Hallo, leetle man. We are here to save joo! Do not fear, for Fuego is here!"
Marnoa starts repeatedly casting gust and prestidigitation in tandem to waft the foul wombat poop odor away and replace it with the airy scent of lavender, jasmine and gardenia. He gives the farmer a broad smile after he does so.
"You do know that many farmers actually like the scent of manure, right?" Andre says to Marnoa. "You know, cuz' it's like a strong earthy smell or somethin'..."
"And it means a healthy crop... Or do I've been told"
Morty says some nervous hesitation
"Yes, and it means a healthy crop! Thanks for the reminder!" Andre says, then turns his attention to Marnoa. "Now apologize to the good farmer, the wombats, and the pile of poop for being so insensitive!"
Marnoa, looks at the beefy wizard and wrinkles his nose, his special, slightly reddish eye gazing around independently at the piles of cuboid waste and it snaps back, focusing on him when he asks for him to apologize? His eye focuses on Andre and his jaw is tight. He says simply, “No.” pause “Now what the hell are we doing here.” The grim look on his face indicates that he is suddenly all business.
"Pleasant Pastures! Don't go to that town! It's cursed. People go missing, the wombats behave strangely, and the carrots are entirely too large and delicious. It's a dangerous place!" The man's hands shake with the ferocity of his disapproval.
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
"Your mistrust of the place makes it all the more interesting, fare thee well Mr. Poopbrick Farmer" *Mort will continue foot padding down the road*
"Are you not listening?" shouts the shepherd, "That way lies Death!"
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
“Wait, wait, wait, let me guess. Wombat dysentery? Bowel obstruction? So how do the people go missing, and how exactly are the wombats behaving strangely?” Marnoa seems amused by the behavior of the farmer. Meanwhile, his odd red eye remains fixed on Andre even though he turns his head. “The things we do to fill our pouches with coin…” he remarks to himself.
"I still think you should have that thing looked at"
Morty says in reference to the eye
“I don’t know how they disappeared! What a stupid question! Why would I tell you how they disappeared if I knew?”
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
"Well... maybe so we could help?" Andre says in response to the farmer's question. "Well, whatever's going on, it doesn't sound like anything that a good clobberin' wouldn't fix!"
“Okay, okay old fella. We’ll go and sort it out, thanks for all of your help….” Great lot of good from that one, scared old geezer. Maybe there is someone in town who actually knows what is going on.