With several of the group making it to ground, Evrik continues his anxious movement towards shore. Pulling himself quickly out of the muck, he turns back towards the commotion and sees the creature thrashing at Arthasis. Evrik points towards the beast, conjuring a deathly sound (was it disco?) around the ooze (Toll the Dead WIS DC:12 Damage: 9)
Assume here that ooze took damage from Immo's fire. If not, use this damage roll: (Damage: 2)
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The ooze finishes digesting Jimjar completely, not even his bones remaining. After a moment, it notices the party has reached the shore, and surges forward again, splashing out of the water, embarking onto the land, the rock beneath him sizzling as it attempts to resist the acidic dissolution. However, as the last few inches of it's body almost pull out, it stops, as if unable to continue.
The ooze seemed barely phased by the spell, but it also seemed much weaker than before.
A voice rings out from inside your heads, Jimjar, speaking directly into your minds "I wasn't the best... But I wasn't a bad guy... and.. you all..abandoned... me.... Please, come.. save me...."
Chubby starts slapping the side of his head with his hand. “What the hell is that voice in my head?!” He quickly shakes it off and takes off his pack. He rummages through it for a few seconds, before pulling out a torch. He’ll spend the next round igniting the torch.
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Immotichey backs up as the ooze comes to shore. "Not abandoned. You ran out of time to prove yourself. Sorry." His voice does sound solemn as he begins to cast the spell sending another firebolt at the ooze.
The NPC's had made it to shore with everyone else, the kou-toa having been there long before anyone else, simply watching.
The final bolt incinerating the ooze entirely, it exploding visciously as its lifeforce failed.
(Dex Check, DC 5, otherwise take 1d12)
Eldreth sighing a breath of relief as the Ooze seemed to be unbable to leave the water. "It seems wayr safe fer now. lets move a bit ferther away, an' into one o' these tunnels, We should be able tae find a nook or cranny safe enoof to hoide inside for abit, and I dinnae think we'll need tae worry 'bout being followed fer a bit, considering the shite going on above. But wherever we're going, we should choose fast, I saw a tunnel to the north, over that way.." she would say, pointing in the direction. "But I ken there's a few others naerby, I can see one that way, off to the north-east, but it's the same d'rection as Menz-oh-burr-en-nann, the drao capituhl. An' i be thinkin' there one somewhere that way. oi spotted some stairs before the shite hit the warmage. So. where to?"
As Eldreth lays out some options before them, the lizardman paces back and forth between the prospective paths, sniffing at the air, or anything else that he can do to try and discern what sort of natural elements may lie in each direction. "I do not feel like facing more drow at the moment, so their capital is not the best place to go I think."
Wiping the goo off her armor, she says to Chubby's girlfriend, "If you know your way around here, then i'd rather go in ANY direction than Menzoberranzan. But first, let's hide and rest. The casters are tired and depleted."
She looks over at Cade. "Well," she says, somewhat sarcastically, "Looks like you wanna follow this bunch of losers, huh?" She takes a quick sniff, wrinkling her nose. "Looks like now your outside matches your inside. Shitty."
Chubby was almost about to ignite the torch to fight off the sludge monster when I blew apart into ectoplasm everywhere. Shrugging his shoulders, he stops what he was doing and stuffs everything back into his pack. Throwing it back on, he turns to Eldreth, gives her a puppy love smile, and says “M’lady, I have no problem following you anywhere, as long as I get to watch your behind when we’re going anywhere!” Snickering at his pathetic attempt at flirting (CHA roll: 10) he walks over to Crispy and helps her up off the ground, and gives her a loving pat on the cheek.
Minor edit: while repacking the torch back into his pack, he pulls out a ration (which for Chubby naturally includes a mini keg of Stinkeye Rye Ale), which he quickly wolfs down and chugs in one fell swoop.
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How long had they been down in this darkness? It seemed like ages since Evrik was walking through the woods with a few others from his village on a small trading trip to get goods for the town. He'd wanted to leave the confines of the small existence, learn more about the outside world first hand, but he certainly never expected to find himself locked in a cell with folks he'd never met, relying on strangers just to survive another day, hour,... minute.
Enough! Come to NOW! Evrik jolts back to reality just as the blob explodes and he stumbles away, narrowly avoiding the acidic splash. (Acrobatics: 4)
Then, praying for inspiration, he looks around, trying to see if he can see a safe spot for the company to rest for a moment. (Perception: 10)
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Damage: 3.
Cade doesn't even try to avoid the acidic explosion. As soon as the psychic assault began the goblin had turned away, fallen to his knees, drop the melted arm, and began clutching his head as if in pain. The new physical pain jarred him out of it. But even then, he keeps his head buried to the stone floor.
He doesn't even bother trying to counter Crispy comment. He didn't have the strength to at the time. At most he could manage was cringe from it. And after, all he could think to do while the rest talk was begin the slow, painful process of detaching the now thoroughly melted chainmail off and casting it aside. Without out of the way, he'll pick up the arm, and just quietly tread after the others. But if he can manage it, he always stays ten feet away from the group, and largely keeps his head down.
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Everyone in the mind link would remember Stools last mental Image, You all feel a tug towards the southwesterly tunnel - However, you're all starting to notice that the psionic spores seem to be dimming, the connection is more tenuous.. fading, slowly.
Eldreth would point out that Gauntylgrim was most-likely towards the northern tunnel. But she was willing to stay with the group down below if they felt they needed to keep doing things here, and offered her services as a scout. kissing chubby, mostly out of the passion of having survived everything, a little sad about Jimjars fate, stating he was annoyin' as hell, but he wasn't a bad person.
The Kou-Toa fishman finally speaking up, stating he wished to go home, his home was also on the way towards Stools.
The quaggoth Prince Darendil, having regained his composure, and no longer shrinking from Immo, would state his desire to go to Gauntylgrim, as atleast he could trust a surface-dwarf to have a path back out into the upper world, and his home. He also insisted that his desire be the top priority, as he was a king, and thus his life was more important than the rest of the group combined.
Evrik would happen to notice an almost perfectly hidden alcove in the central area between both tunnels, deep enough the party could stretch comfortably, and, so long as they didn't start a fire, they would be invisible to anyone not looking directly at them. Evrik leading the way, dragging Cade if necessary.
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Once inside the alcove, you would see it was mostly barren, aside from a small stream trickling through the back of it. The alcove it'self damp with humidity, the structure was random, having no true form, so long as the party snuck into the far corner, they would be rendered all but completely invisible. The remaining prisoners slaughing into the corners, much as they did thier cells. Eldreth wishing they had somethign soft to lay on, unfortunately the outpost provided basically none. Armed to the teeth, but barren of overall supplies, and 19 days worth of rations after Chubby's feast, needing to be split between a total 9 people.
The party has many things to consider, and the battle above is inaudible if it was still going on at all. Multiple paths have been put forward. Now was time to decide and pick one. You all know where each NPC stands. You will find respite here long enough for a long rest, as it's unlikely that any creature would willingly come near the combat above, nor suspect that anyone would be here.
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Discuss among yourselves In Character where you wish to go, and why. Parlay. Place your arguments as to where and why and let democracy decide. Each NPC except Eldreths vote is already set. Eldreth will likely vote whatever chubby does.
Remember, you have armor and weapons, a few potions, some gold, and 19 days of rations, with 9 hungry mouths to feed.
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In horror, Arthasis watched the last moments of Jimjar as the ooze slowly dissolved his body. ‘Nobody should go out like that’, he thought to himself all the while staring out into the water. When suddenly one of the spells directed at the creature showed the desired effect, the ooze’s death rattle produced an acid splash, which prompted the warlock to take a step further back to avoid its damaging touch. Acrobatics: 17
At long last, it seemed like they were in the clear, at least for the moment and as the surviving group of ragtag prisoners moved into the alcove they pondered what to do next. For Arthasis there was no real debate on where they should go. Hearing Eldreth explain that the northern tunnel led to the dwarven settlement of Gauntylgrim, the warlock was set on going there as it provided the best chances of leaving the Underdark as fast as possible.
“Well, the northern tunnel it is then. I don’t know about you but I have no intentions of staying in the Underdark any longer. But first we need to take a rest.”, he stated.
Chubby grins broadly at the kiss, and continues to grin throughout the entire discussion that follows.
"I trust Eldreth, so I vote we head towards Gauntylgrim. Dwarven women are like a good hammer. Always ready for work, and just as able to smash a head as hammer a sword! And I'll keep an eye out for tasty vittles along the way - I'm good for sumthin' other than just smashin' in heads, you know."
And with that, Chubby takes off his pack, leans it up against the cavern wall, and lays down next to it, using it as a pillow. He feels quite a home here in the stone cave!
As he drifts off to sleep, he quietly sings the following dwarven ditty whilst chuckling to himself: "Rest your shields, lean on stones, listen and always remember, long are the arms and legs of men, yet still longer, the Dwarven members!"
Immotichey snorts at the female dwarf's sense of direction. "Most likely...? I don't trust that. I believe your senses may be clouded by something," he says with a half-grin and shooting Chubby a look.
"Since no one here knows exactly where we are or how to get around, we need to find others down here more familiar with this underdark before blindly go wandering these caverns. It appears the mushroom is pulling us in that direction," he rubs at his ear and points off to the southwest. "Also, if that leads us to this one's home..."
He then turns is attention to the quiet kuo-toa, "You have not been much use in a fight, but at least you have not got in our way. If we were to lead you home, would your people be able to provide us with some help?"
"And you,"the lizardman turns with a snap to the quaggoth. "We are all trying to get out of this place, and your needs are no greater than anyone else's here! "
Exhausted, Evrik almost falls to the ground. Leaning back against the stone wall he looks at the group. "Stool proved an ally to this loose group of confederates. He gave his life for us, and I failed him in his hour of need. I can do nothing now to bring him back but by my honor, I must deliver his story back to his home. There may be help for us there, I feel something draws us that way. I understand we all want to get out of here, but we do not know what lays ahead in the north. I beg of you, let us pay heed to the calling and march towards the home of Stool."
He turns toward Darendil and pleads, "Highness. I understand your desire to go home, but Stool stood for you too. Certainly one as righteous and honorable as yourself would find it to be your duty to pay homage to our fallen hero." (Persuasion: 16)
"You know my heart. It's been a long day. I need some rest. Wake me for my watch."
Evrik takes a drink of water and relaxes in prayer. But the days activities quickly win out and he is soon fast asleep comforted by the cool stone cave.
Crispy didn't sleep much, mostly because of the nightmares she had since she murdered her father, and now she was having vision being in THIS place.
"I'll take the first watch." She said, happy to take it, careful to not be exposed into view. "Since Eldreth doesn't mind hanging out with us, I agree to find Stool's home, towards the southwest."
After a refreshing rest, Chubby wakes up, stretches his back, itches his butt, and then scuttles off to a back corner of the cave to relieve himself. Padding stealthily back to the group, he chats with Crispy a while, before relieving her to take her own rest.
”You know, I’ve been thinkin’....as hard as that is for me....that maybe we should go to Mr. Stool’s hometown. I feel bad that you and I got stuck in this mess collectin’ mushrooms for my ale, and we end up meetin’ a friendly mushroom-man along the way, and we fail to protect him. Sounds like the mountain gods are tryin’ to tell me sumptin, you know? I’m changing my vote...let’s go to mushroom-man’s town.”
And with that, Chubby takes the next watch and let’s Crispy get her well earned rest. Hopefully it’s terror free rest.
"You must be out of your mind, all of you.", Arthasis said frustrated after hearing everyone's decisions. "Two things", he continued annyoed, "Number one, the thing you all are talking about so touchingly was a fungus. A FUNGUS. And even if we make it there, it is pretty unlikely that the myconids would give us a warim welcome." He paused to let this sink in before continuing his rant, "Number Two, the same thing applies for the murderous Kuo-Toa, who most definitely wont give us a warm welcome."
The main problem was that he had to accpet the will of the majority, knowing that he most likely wouldn't make it alone down here. 'Democracy just does not work.', he tought irritated.
With several of the group making it to ground, Evrik continues his anxious movement towards shore. Pulling himself quickly out of the muck, he turns back towards the commotion and sees the creature thrashing at Arthasis. Evrik points towards the beast, conjuring a deathly sound (was it disco?) around the ooze (Toll the Dead WIS DC:12 Damage: 9)
Assume here that ooze took damage from Immo's fire. If not, use this damage roll: (Damage: 2)
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The ooze finishes digesting Jimjar completely, not even his bones remaining. After a moment, it notices the party has reached the shore, and surges forward again, splashing out of the water, embarking onto the land, the rock beneath him sizzling as it attempts to resist the acidic dissolution. However, as the last few inches of it's body almost pull out, it stops, as if unable to continue.
The ooze seemed barely phased by the spell, but it also seemed much weaker than before.
A voice rings out from inside your heads, Jimjar, speaking directly into your minds "I wasn't the best... But I wasn't a bad guy... and.. you all..abandoned... me.... Please, come.. save me...."
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Used to nightmares and evil visions, Crispy didn’t freak out. She did glance and hold it on Chubby, as if wondering if he heard it too.
Chubby starts slapping the side of his head with his hand. “What the hell is that voice in my head?!” He quickly shakes it off and takes off his pack. He rummages through it for a few seconds, before pulling out a torch. He’ll spend the next round igniting the torch.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Immotichey backs up as the ooze comes to shore. "Not abandoned. You ran out of time to prove yourself. Sorry." His voice does sound solemn as he begins to cast the spell sending another firebolt at the ooze.
Produce Flame Attack: 11 Damage: 8
The NPC's had made it to shore with everyone else, the kou-toa having been there long before anyone else, simply watching.
The final bolt incinerating the ooze entirely, it exploding visciously as its lifeforce failed.
(Dex Check, DC 5, otherwise take 1d12)
Eldreth sighing a breath of relief as the Ooze seemed to be unbable to leave the water. "It seems wayr safe fer now. lets move a bit ferther away, an' into one o' these tunnels, We should be able tae find a nook or cranny safe enoof to hoide inside for abit, and I dinnae think we'll need tae worry 'bout being followed fer a bit, considering the shite going on above. But wherever we're going, we should choose fast, I saw a tunnel to the north, over that way.." she would say, pointing in the direction. "But I ken there's a few others naerby, I can see one that way, off to the north-east, but it's the same d'rection as Menz-oh-burr-en-nann, the drao capituhl. An' i be thinkin' there one somewhere that way. oi spotted some stairs before the shite hit the warmage. So. where to?"
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(Acronatics to avoid splatter, 16)
(Survival: 17)
As Eldreth lays out some options before them, the lizardman paces back and forth between the prospective paths, sniffing at the air, or anything else that he can do to try and discern what sort of natural elements may lie in each direction. "I do not feel like facing more drow at the moment, so their capital is not the best place to go I think."
Crispy shields her eyes: 10
Wiping the goo off her armor, she says to Chubby's girlfriend, "If you know your way around here, then i'd rather go in ANY direction than Menzoberranzan. But first, let's hide and rest. The casters are tired and depleted."
She looks over at Cade. "Well," she says, somewhat sarcastically, "Looks like you wanna follow this bunch of losers, huh?" She takes a quick sniff, wrinkling her nose. "Looks like now your outside matches your inside. Shitty."
"Come on." She tells everyone, "Let's move."
Chubby was almost about to ignite the torch to fight off the sludge monster when I blew apart into ectoplasm everywhere. Shrugging his shoulders, he stops what he was doing and stuffs everything back into his pack. Throwing it back on, he turns to Eldreth, gives her a puppy love smile, and says “M’lady, I have no problem following you anywhere, as long as I get to watch your behind when we’re going anywhere!” Snickering at his pathetic attempt at flirting (CHA roll: 10) he walks over to Crispy and helps her up off the ground, and gives her a loving pat on the cheek.
Minor edit: while repacking the torch back into his pack, he pulls out a ration (which for Chubby naturally includes a mini keg of Stinkeye Rye Ale), which he quickly wolfs down and chugs in one fell swoop.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
How long had they been down in this darkness? It seemed like ages since Evrik was walking through the woods with a few others from his village on a small trading trip to get goods for the town. He'd wanted to leave the confines of the small existence, learn more about the outside world first hand, but he certainly never expected to find himself locked in a cell with folks he'd never met, relying on strangers just to survive another day, hour,... minute.
Enough! Come to NOW! Evrik jolts back to reality just as the blob explodes and he stumbles away, narrowly avoiding the acidic splash. (Acrobatics: 4)
Then, praying for inspiration, he looks around, trying to see if he can see a safe spot for the company to rest for a moment. (Perception: 10)
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"With flirting like that, it's amazing you don't get more tail." Crispy jokes with her best friend, whispering to him.
Damage: 3.
Cade doesn't even try to avoid the acidic explosion. As soon as the psychic assault began the goblin had turned away, fallen to his knees, drop the melted arm, and began clutching his head as if in pain. The new physical pain jarred him out of it. But even then, he keeps his head buried to the stone floor.
He doesn't even bother trying to counter Crispy comment. He didn't have the strength to at the time. At most he could manage was cringe from it. And after, all he could think to do while the rest talk was begin the slow, painful process of detaching the now thoroughly melted chainmail off and casting it aside. Without out of the way, he'll pick up the arm, and just quietly tread after the others. But if he can manage it, he always stays ten feet away from the group, and largely keeps his head down.
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Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Everyone in the mind link would remember Stools last mental Image, You all feel a tug towards the southwesterly tunnel - However, you're all starting to notice that the psionic spores seem to be dimming, the connection is more tenuous.. fading, slowly.
Eldreth would point out that Gauntylgrim was most-likely towards the northern tunnel. But she was willing to stay with the group down below if they felt they needed to keep doing things here, and offered her services as a scout. kissing chubby, mostly out of the passion of having survived everything, a little sad about Jimjars fate, stating he was annoyin' as hell, but he wasn't a bad person.
The Kou-Toa fishman finally speaking up, stating he wished to go home, his home was also on the way towards Stools.
The quaggoth Prince Darendil, having regained his composure, and no longer shrinking from Immo, would state his desire to go to Gauntylgrim, as atleast he could trust a surface-dwarf to have a path back out into the upper world, and his home. He also insisted that his desire be the top priority, as he was a king, and thus his life was more important than the rest of the group combined.
Evrik would happen to notice an almost perfectly hidden alcove in the central area between both tunnels, deep enough the party could stretch comfortably, and, so long as they didn't start a fire, they would be invisible to anyone not looking directly at them. Evrik leading the way, dragging Cade if necessary.
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Once inside the alcove, you would see it was mostly barren, aside from a small stream trickling through the back of it. The alcove it'self damp with humidity, the structure was random, having no true form, so long as the party snuck into the far corner, they would be rendered all but completely invisible. The remaining prisoners slaughing into the corners, much as they did thier cells. Eldreth wishing they had somethign soft to lay on, unfortunately the outpost provided basically none. Armed to the teeth, but barren of overall supplies, and 19 days worth of rations after Chubby's feast, needing to be split between a total 9 people.
The party has many things to consider, and the battle above is inaudible if it was still going on at all. Multiple paths have been put forward. Now was time to decide and pick one. You all know where each NPC stands. You will find respite here long enough for a long rest, as it's unlikely that any creature would willingly come near the combat above, nor suspect that anyone would be here.
-----
Discuss among yourselves In Character where you wish to go, and why. Parlay. Place your arguments as to where and why and let democracy decide. Each NPC except Eldreths vote is already set. Eldreth will likely vote whatever chubby does.
Remember, you have armor and weapons, a few potions, some gold, and 19 days of rations, with 9 hungry mouths to feed.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
In horror, Arthasis watched the last moments of Jimjar as the ooze slowly dissolved his body. ‘Nobody should go out like that’, he thought to himself all the while staring out into the water. When suddenly one of the spells directed at the creature showed the desired effect, the ooze’s death rattle produced an acid splash, which prompted the warlock to take a step further back to avoid its damaging touch. Acrobatics: 17
At long last, it seemed like they were in the clear, at least for the moment and as the surviving group of ragtag prisoners moved into the alcove they pondered what to do next. For Arthasis there was no real debate on where they should go. Hearing Eldreth explain that the northern tunnel led to the dwarven settlement of Gauntylgrim, the warlock was set on going there as it provided the best chances of leaving the Underdark as fast as possible.
“Well, the northern tunnel it is then. I don’t know about you but I have no intentions of staying in the Underdark any longer. But first we need to take a rest.”, he stated.
Chubby grins broadly at the kiss, and continues to grin throughout the entire discussion that follows.
"I trust Eldreth, so I vote we head towards Gauntylgrim. Dwarven women are like a good hammer. Always ready for work, and just as able to smash a head as hammer a sword! And I'll keep an eye out for tasty vittles along the way - I'm good for sumthin' other than just smashin' in heads, you know."
And with that, Chubby takes off his pack, leans it up against the cavern wall, and lays down next to it, using it as a pillow. He feels quite a home here in the stone cave!
As he drifts off to sleep, he quietly sings the following dwarven ditty whilst chuckling to himself: "Rest your shields, lean on stones, listen and always remember, long are the arms and legs of men, yet still longer, the Dwarven members!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Immotichey snorts at the female dwarf's sense of direction. "Most likely...? I don't trust that. I believe your senses may be clouded by something," he says with a half-grin and shooting Chubby a look.
"Since no one here knows exactly where we are or how to get around, we need to find others down here more familiar with this underdark before blindly go wandering these caverns. It appears the mushroom is pulling us in that direction," he rubs at his ear and points off to the southwest. "Also, if that leads us to this one's home..."
He then turns is attention to the quiet kuo-toa, "You have not been much use in a fight, but at least you have not got in our way. If we were to lead you home, would your people be able to provide us with some help?"
"And you," the lizardman turns with a snap to the quaggoth. "We are all trying to get out of this place, and your needs are no greater than anyone else's here! "
Exhausted, Evrik almost falls to the ground. Leaning back against the stone wall he looks at the group. "Stool proved an ally to this loose group of confederates. He gave his life for us, and I failed him in his hour of need. I can do nothing now to bring him back but by my honor, I must deliver his story back to his home. There may be help for us there, I feel something draws us that way. I understand we all want to get out of here, but we do not know what lays ahead in the north. I beg of you, let us pay heed to the calling and march towards the home of Stool."
He turns toward Darendil and pleads, "Highness. I understand your desire to go home, but Stool stood for you too. Certainly one as righteous and honorable as yourself would find it to be your duty to pay homage to our fallen hero." (Persuasion: 16)
"You know my heart. It's been a long day. I need some rest. Wake me for my watch."
Evrik takes a drink of water and relaxes in prayer. But the days activities quickly win out and he is soon fast asleep comforted by the cool stone cave.
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Crispy didn't sleep much, mostly because of the nightmares she had since she murdered her father, and now she was having vision being in THIS place.
"I'll take the first watch." She said, happy to take it, careful to not be exposed into view. "Since Eldreth doesn't mind hanging out with us, I agree to find Stool's home, towards the southwest."
After a refreshing rest, Chubby wakes up, stretches his back, itches his butt, and then scuttles off to a back corner of the cave to relieve himself. Padding stealthily back to the group, he chats with Crispy a while, before relieving her to take her own rest.
”You know, I’ve been thinkin’....as hard as that is for me....that maybe we should go to Mr. Stool’s hometown. I feel bad that you and I got stuck in this mess collectin’ mushrooms for my ale, and we end up meetin’ a friendly mushroom-man along the way, and we fail to protect him. Sounds like the mountain gods are tryin’ to tell me sumptin, you know? I’m changing my vote...let’s go to mushroom-man’s town.”
And with that, Chubby takes the next watch and let’s Crispy get her well earned rest. Hopefully it’s terror free rest.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"You must be out of your mind, all of you.", Arthasis said frustrated after hearing everyone's decisions. "Two things", he continued annyoed, "Number one, the thing you all are talking about so touchingly was a fungus. A FUNGUS. And even if we make it there, it is pretty unlikely that the myconids would give us a warim welcome." He paused to let this sink in before continuing his rant, "Number Two, the same thing applies for the murderous Kuo-Toa, who most definitely wont give us a warm welcome."
The main problem was that he had to accpet the will of the majority, knowing that he most likely wouldn't make it alone down here. 'Democracy just does not work.', he tought irritated.