To Prove D&D Exists for Echolon

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Elyona does not lay her head in Toots' lap, but she does settle down for a rest until her turn on watch, and then again after her watch is hover. 

 
Toots does her best to hide her disappointment: (Deception—18).

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Tommary passes his watch watching slime, when party members begin to rouse at dawn, Tommary will say "slime" and point as they wake.

 
“Gross. Hey… what are all of those stick figures doing all over the place?”

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“Gross. Hey… what are all of those stick figures doing all over the place?”

Upon saying, that Tommary the Unworthy of His Jokes had planned a whole thing where'd be apologize before a rope rig tied to his feet dragged him out of the hut on his belly.  Alas, Tommary's stunt will have to wait for safer conditions.  Discretely undoing the knot around his leg, he then tugs at his bandolier of oil and a bomb.  "We kill 'em with fire or do we just try to walk around them after break?"

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“Gross. Hey… what are all of those stick figures doing all over the place?”

 

Upon saying, that Tommary the Unworthy of His Jokes had planned a whole thing where'd be apologize before a rope rig tied to his feet dragged him out of the hut on his belly.  Alas, Tommary's stunt will have to wait for safer conditions.  Discretely undoing the knot around his leg, he then tugs at his bandolier of oil and a bomb.  "We kill 'em with fire or do we just try to walk around them after break?"

 
“Kill the stick figures? Why? Are they alive? Are they, like, the opposite of those skin monsters or something?”

Tommary intones, "That log had a child...." then switches back to his normal tone, "No, but we should collect these figures, whoever did this clearly put a lot of work into them and we shouldn't let them go to waste.  As for the fire, I was talking about the slime."

“The slimes left, or didn’t you notice? If you wanna collect a buncha stick figures, you’re carrying them, they’re not all going in my purse.” Toots does collect a single stick figure and put it into her beltpouch before seeing to her menagerie’s needs and her own morning business. “Is there any breakfast? I’m starving.”

Tommary the Unworthy of Guard Duty peers at the perimeter of the hut, "Well, dang, they did leave, guess that must have happened while whatever enchantment brought all these stick figures in here did a mind trick on me.  I can't make breakfast, I gotta pick up all these mysterious effigies."

Toots rolls her eyes, assembles a pot of dried oats and fruit from her rations, adds water to it and begins warming and flavoring breakfast for the party.

“Oh, wait, I almost forgot my promise!” Toots pulls out Santa’s Cookie Plate, distinctly says “Ho,” and offers the freshly materialized cookie to Tommary. “Here’s that cookie I promised you, now you can’t say you haven’t tasted one yet anymore.”

Tommary the Unworthy But Undoubtedly Partaking eyes the cookie, then his clutch stick effigies, "Maybe it was Santa...." though the insinuation does not stop him from taking the cookie as he finishes gathering up the effigies.

“I’m pretty sure Santa woulda left us something better.”

The day is bright, warm, humid and slightly sulfurous. 

Where to?

OOC: Well, we were headed to the flush, but do we think it’s worth scouting around up here first? We’ve long rested so Toots is full up on polymorph mojo again.

IC: Toots whips up a batch of goodberries and passes them out to the party, two each. “Here, hold on to these. In case anyone needs a pick-me-up during a fight then someone can cram one of these down their gullet to keep ‘em alive.”

The mountain roars and releases another gout of steam hundreds of feet into the air. Some of the hot sulfurous drops rain about the party

"Think this mountain wants us down its gullet again, given what we've laid to waste so far maybe we're sorta a macrobiotic cleanse.  I suppose we could abraid the dermis a bit while we're up here ... what?  When I go to the bathhouses I actually talk to the attendants, there's a whole lore to the uptake of the exterior and interior of one's being."

OOC: Keeping in pattern that the weirdest shit Tommary says happens outside the mountain, like his coversation in this spot a few days ago with Toots about 9's soul or lack thereof.

OOC: Yay? Nay?

OOC: Do you want to burn a slot to do the flying Toots out here or save it for back in the slush where maybe you could become a giant electric eel or something to clear the slush of those oozes who likely seeped into to where we're going?

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OOC: Do you want to burn a slot to do the flying Toots out here or save it for back in the slush where maybe you could become a giant electric eel or something to clear the slush of those oozes who likely seeped into to where we're going?

OOC: I’m good with whatever, I just want to know what everyone else wants to do so we can go do it. Toots now has a 5th-level spell and is more powerful than ever so I’ma no care, Toots can do both if that’s the plan. 

"I mean, the relics we're 'sposta find aren't gonna be on the outside of this rotten rock heap, ne?  We've got this emergency escape hatch.  Good t' keep it clear an' serviceable, but elsewise everything we want'll be inside, right?  Unless you lot think there's a chance we can see another entrance to somewhere else in this hellhole out on the slopes?"

"Ily's right, this fresh air just must be getting at us.  The plan was to check out the flush first, and if that proved to go nowhere, then we'd come back out here and look for another cave or what have you."

Reusing the ropes, the party easily gets to the bottom of the entrance. The corridor is filled up to about a foot deep of thick scum floating water. Turning the corner, you see a light ahead where the passage splits into three.