"Well, Hemmeth says the city of gracklstough is still always a bit.. let's stomp stone and get to moving...our silent rogueish elf friend seems to be in agreement.. what say you Leon Finks cleric of Tymora? Ye in for a bit of adventure, smiting and what you seem to say Boner times?"
Glabbagool turns his body towards the heap of dead Drow bodies, shuffles across the floor to stop just before them and proceeds to engulf then digest them one by one. This is truly a grotesque sight to witness since his body is mostly transparent and the bodies can be seen dissolving within it.
The adventurers then gather their belongings and proceed to head towards Gracklestugh with Stool telepathically guiding Elmo who's sneaking ahead of the group some number of feet.
The party moves forward at a pace that the slowest of them can move - which is slow. Glabbagool can't move fast and brings up the rear of the party. Ahead of it, we have the rest of the party. Leading the party is Elmo. Hiding so well that nobody knows how long he's been missing or if he ever actually existed in the first place! Then the realization sets in that Elmo is just a sneaky little badass who's keeping everyone else in this party safe from getting jumped by surprise and possibly raped in the Underdark by multiple Giant Rocktopus'.
The group marches for hours...8 hours to be approximate. There's nothing interesting that they see on this day. It's probably time for the group to take another Long Rest before exhaustion would begin to set in.
Before hemeth and Grem go to train, Elmo approaches the pair.
“Mind if I tag along with ye mates? If ye be training how to trade steel, then would ye mind teaching a halfling. As talented as Elmo May be at being sneaky, Elmo thinks he may need to learn to fight better to survive what’s to come mates.”
Leon takes in his surroundings and it quite unless spoken to. Leon talks to and interacts with Stool privately when no group conversation is occurring.
Gremryl weyes him over appraisenly... like a master looking at young lost weak child...bah!!!!
"Master Elmo... Moradins blessings!! We make a dwarf from you yet!! Come along..you know in me days in the army we had a dwarven fellow named Pwent smoothstone.. he was our scout ye know!! Quiet as the night and deadly as an angry whore on moradins day!! Come, I may have some tricks to beat bigger folks when ye against them aye!"...
"See Elmo.. ye strength is ye quickness and stealth.."
I pull Elmo aside and hand him a compact book of moradins teachings...
"Ye be finding more than ye need here master Elmo.. twas given to me by a friend..read through and through during my days in th army..ye be finding use for it..."
Another's day journey ahead of them, even the newness of having a couple of additions to the party begin to fade into the black of darkness that envelopes the group as they walk endlessly through the Underdark. At a slow pace, they travel for yet another 8 hours...Elmo sees nothing of interest, or perhaps more importantly, of danger. These long 'days' take a toll on everyone. At some point, the group recognize the warning signs of exhaustion and agree to make camp for a Long Rest.
"So Lad, how are things on the surface? Haven't been up there since passing through during me campaigning days. What town were ye in when you were taken? Ye ever been down here before?"
Also I'll continue to train Hemmeth, and Elmo.
Training with Hemmeth: see lad - Thrust.duck.stab.step... repeat! - for the javelin skills
“Well Grem my problem is I have no idea where here is. I have never been in a cavern system like this so I would say no. I grew up in a temple of Tymora with my parents back in Allfield. It was a modest farming town. I was put to work helping around the town growing up and spreading the word of Tymora. For my 22nd birthday I was sent on a 5 year mission to spread the word of Tymora to all who would listen... By the way, you look like a lucky man. Here take this pamphlet. It’s never to late to know the love of Tymora.
Leon reaches into his robes and pulls out a Tymora pamphlet. Leon hands the pamphlet to Grem.
”I think I was in the town of Westfield when I was taken. Not a lot of true believers there, but the military was in town. Word of rampant Orc attacks were heard in the area so they were there to protect and hunt. Overall I would say the world is the same as when you were last up there. Same shit, different day. You know though Grem is all about the luck you make everyday to change it, make it better, or enjoy it.”
“Enough somber shit...What parts do you hail from? Let me guess, “Parts Unknown” where only the greatest warriors and biggest swinging ***** hail from?”
Taking the pamphlet, Gremryl smirks good naturedly..
Aye Leon, luck and faith indeed. I met some followers of Tymora in my travels. Even had some converts in my Gutbusting Days. A good lot, if a bit different. (he chuckles). Well, it looks like was with you lad! The Surface sounds like it is indeed the same as it was.. anyhoots. Where do I hail from ye ask! Well.. only the greatest dwarven city. The Might Citadel Adbarr! Was a Soldier and Gutbuster in the Adbarrian Army, but that was a long time ago. Now I mostly spread the word of Moradin.. (he motions to Benny) kind of like you, but I spread it to the evil kind by smiting them!! (he laughs at his own joke). As to where ye be.. well the Underdark.. we are on our way to the Duergar city of Gracklstough thats where Hemmeth is from. We all have our tales to tell, and mine is of tragedy and injustice. A tale for another time perhaps. like you say.. enough of that somber shiite... (Gremryl absently chews a meat snack). Have you tasted one of Elmos meat snacks??
“Whoa whoa whoa... I don’t really swing that way Grem. I was pretty sure you didn’t either but I guess I was wrong. I am sure the halfling is always trying to get someone to try and suck on his “meat snack” and you were the lucky boy. I will respectfully decline your offer but maybe you can find another “Lucky Pierre.” I think that elf might swings both ways by the look of him.”
Leon gets up and walks towards Stool.
“Good luck in your sexual conquest Grem. I respect it. No judgement here. I think the halfling is waiting to “train” with you. I will give you some privacy to “train.” If Hemmeth gets in the way of your “training session.” Just send him over here. I am going to kick it with Stool for a bit buddy. Let me know if you need anything though. Well almost anything.”
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Feeling refreshed and ready to move
"Well, Hemmeth says the city of gracklstough is still always a bit.. let's stomp stone and get to moving...our silent rogueish elf friend seems to be in agreement.. what say you Leon Finks cleric of Tymora? Ye in for a bit of adventure, smiting and what you seem to say Boner times?"
Hes unsure if he said it right...
To Glab: Eat up, old buddy!"
To The Party: "I'm with Grem. Get your gear and let's haul ass!"
(Stealth roll for Elmo please)
Stealth check:27
Leon reaches towards Elmo and attempts to cast Guidance on Elmo.
What does the party do?
Looking around Gremryl nods...
"This it'll do... come Hemmeth.. told ye we be learning some dwarven tricks..time to train... do that growing huge thing and let's get to work "....
Before hemeth and Grem go to train, Elmo approaches the pair.
“Mind if I tag along with ye mates? If ye be training how to trade steel, then would ye mind teaching a halfling. As talented as Elmo May be at being sneaky, Elmo thinks he may need to learn to fight better to survive what’s to come mates.”
Leon takes in his surroundings and it quite unless spoken to. Leon talks to and interacts with Stool privately when no group conversation is occurring.
He trains with hemmeth using the javelin (profiency bonus) and battle drills with the war pick
Acrobatics check?20
Gremryl weyes him over appraisenly... like a master looking at young lost weak child...bah!!!!
"Master Elmo... Moradins blessings!! We make a dwarf from you yet!! Come along..you know in me days in the army we had a dwarven fellow named Pwent smoothstone.. he was our scout ye know!! Quiet as the night and deadly as an angry whore on moradins day!! Come, I may have some tricks to beat bigger folks when ye against them aye!"...
Gremryl is glowing!!!
Training montage:
"See Elmo.. ye strength is ye quickness and stealth.."
I pull Elmo aside and hand him a compact book of moradins teachings...
"Ye be finding more than ye need here master Elmo.. twas given to me by a friend..read through and through during my days in th army..ye be finding use for it..."
Elmo solemnly nods and accepts the book. He does whatever drill or exercise Grem instructs and tries his best.
TRAINING MONTAGE!!!!
What does the party do?
Gremryl wants to chat with Leon:
"So Lad, how are things on the surface? Haven't been up there since passing through during me campaigning days. What town were ye in when you were taken? Ye ever been down here before?"
Also I'll continue to train Hemmeth, and Elmo.
Training with Hemmeth: see lad - Thrust.duck.stab.step... repeat! - for the javelin skills
Leon reaches into his robes and pulls out a Tymora pamphlet. Leon hands the pamphlet to Grem.
Taking the pamphlet, Gremryl smirks good naturedly..
Leon gets up and walks towards Stool.