Morgana wakes up feeling in good spirits though not all that refreshed having tossed and turned all night.  Regarding that, Bob, I'd like to do some sort of check to see if I remember my dreams.  Intelligence?  Wisdom?  Just let me know what I should roll.

She checks her bags to make sure that she hasn't been the victim of anything during the night and finds a letter of semi-apology from Elmo and that her supplies have been replaced.  This satisfies her immensely and she decides that since there has been no harm there can be no foul.  Feeling the happy spores go to work on her brain she approaches Elmo and says "Thanks for doing the right thing and making up for what you did.  I won't hold it against you because it is clear now that you were just messing around.  I thought you intended to just steal my stuff for no reason yesterday since there was no indication of reparations to come.  But you have made good so I'm willing to put this behind us.  But in the future, don't ever make me the target of one of your childish pranks again.  There are plenty of other children for you to play with.  I've spent way more time in the under dark than you and have not seen your like before, the reason being that anybody who isn't taking this place seriously is quickly killed by it.  This place is mostly populated by beings that exhibit gloom and austerity because these things are survival traits.  So if you feel the need to play and cavort then go ahead, but kindly leave me out of it."  She then tussles his hair and eats a meat snack as she walks away saying "man knows his meats though..."

To Stool: "Look at you!!  Learning two new tricks in two days!!  You are gonna outclass me in wizardry in no time!  And just when I thought I couldn't be any prouder of you!" gives him a big hug.

To the DM:  did I ever figure out what the hell this spider dagger does?  Also, are we anywhere near where we left our previous boat?

To Grem:  "Thanks for saving the halfling from me last night, big guy.  I've never had a friend before but I think that you are a great start.  Here is your gold back.  The little fella came to his senses and paid me back in meat for some odd reason.  Nice new skull smasher, as well!  What's her name?  Or is it a guy?  Can we call him 'fella'?"

To the party in general: "So am I to take it that we are going sailing again?  Where are we headed?  Anybody got any bright ideas on what to use as a conveyance?  I can freeze some water into an ice flow that we could paddle around.  Or should we chop down some of this fungi to see what we can make?"

I'm also gonna gather all of the food  and water that I can carry as well as a few planks of the wood type fungi in case I need it later.  

K, I'd like to recruit stool to help me carve up the wooden type fungi.  I'll have him help me find the strongest and sturdiest parts of the shroom to use.  I humbly assume that this will earn me advantage on the tinkering check I am about to roll to try to craft a boat using the "wood" and rope in my inventory.19

second roll 16

Just use my first roll if I can't have advantage.  

Gremryl would like to assist in building the boat because he has his Smith's tools in his back pack and they may come in handy. 

While helping he says to Morgana " that was a good thing you did back there lass, squashing this nonsense with Elmo. And I think we be nick naming my mace 'benny' since its name be Moradins Benovelance. aye Benny for short. I'll help ye with the boat" 

"Hemeth, why don't ye grab some of that shroom there and prep it for parchment, might be you can make a map of the city?"

    Morgana and Stool search for the best pieces of the zurkhwood available and begin to make a raft.  The others chip in and before you know it (many hours later) you have yourself a seaworthy raft that resembles a...well...kind of a half-way decent boat!  It floats at least...or so you hope.

    Hemeth collects some pieces of the Trillimac and attempts to dry it for later use.  He wonders what he'll be using as ink though...

    Now that you have a boat...what do our intrepid adventures want to do next?

I'm not really sure what our next stop is!  Also, I assume that we made oars while we were boat building?  I'm ready to shove off, I suppose.  You fellas can situate yourselves in the boat however you choose but I'm gonna fly around the thing as it moves to supply air cover, scout, and/or real in any men overboard.  I'll also summon my mage hand and keep it at the ready.

Stool - “Ms. Morgana!  My home was our next stop. Neverlight Grove!  Please take me home?”  Stool cries out in its always emphatic way of telepathically speaking. 

Before we set off, I’ll pull Hemeth aside:

”Hemeth, you’re a stout Dwarf and I see Moradin in ye heart. If we to be traveling together you be needing a proper weapon to be wielding on ye goes!” 

He pulls out Bella (damaged it may be, atila mighty star) and does a quick spin with it resulting in the handle facing Hemeth. 

“ I’ve had me stars since my Soldiering days with the gut busters. It’s served me well. But now with Benny here (he gestures at the mace) I be wanting to pass it to you Hemeth. I only ask ye put it to use only on enemies of good and those who seek to harm the innocent and weak! Will you accept Bella and wield it with Moradins Strength?”

    Hemeth looks at Gremryl with a blank stare...looks at the Morningstar which is looking like its seen much better days.  Parts of the Morningstar have been melted away and oddly it still stinks of the ooze that came into contact with.  Then Hemeth looks back at Hemeth and gives him a grin that betrays his feelings about this...

Hemeth - “Aye.  Umm...will definitely take care of uhh...Bella, was it?” And he takes the Morningstar very carefully off the hands of Gremryl Stonebreaker. 

Gremryl nods empatheticaly!! "aye yes! it may look a little beat up, but wielded by a dwarf like you, it will smite ye foes! may a weapon smith in your town can give it a once over aye!! "

Gremryl gets more excited as he speaks! "well, lets be off, and get this little stool to his town eh?"

To Shroom: "Oh course we are getting you home, little buddy!  Morgana wouldn't ever let anything bad happen to you!  Let's just get on the boat and head out!  While we are traveling you can tell me all about what we can expect when we get to your lovely home!"

    Stool replies to Morgana by saying, "Oh, it's wonderful!  We lead lives of work and shared thought.  Not all the time are we sharing thoughts, but when we do it's so peaceful.  We're always providing safe passage and shelter to any who approach our village peacefully so you'll be very welcomed there, I promise!  We don't get visitors very often though.  The sovereigns say it's because we're far enough away from the other places that only those lost and those with the intent to find us ever do.

    "We have two that lead us.  We call them sovereigns.  There's Sovereign Phylo and Sovereign Basidia.  Basidia is my favorite!  He's always telling me funny stories of different races that he's encountered in all his long years."  Stool pauses a moment to reflect on how long its been since being captured by Sarith, the Drow from Veklynvelve.  You think you hear Stool begin to cry a bit, but manages to hold it back.  "I'm really happy that you're taking me home.  Really, really happy!" Stool says to you all, with a special nod towards Morgana.

    You all listen to Stool tell you about his home village as you board the craft and shove off, headed towards Neverlight Grove.  You're not sure how long it's going to take, but you're ready for whatever comes your way with renewed vigor and a sense of team like you've never felt before.  It appears the 'gelling' phase is over and now it's time for even greater evil-slaying ahead!

    You're on the Darklake, heading into the direction that Stool guides you in with his innate sense of where 'home' is.  Many hours pass with nothing but yourselves and the lurking darkness to keep you sane.

    Many more hours pass.  This lake seems to stretch on forever, you all think to yourselves...Stool comforts everyone saying that he feels about a day's worth of traveling closer to home and appreciates all of you for it.

    Time is a difficult concept here.  With nothing to help you associate when you should rest, and when you should press on, you all decide that it would be reasonably safe to begin taking watch as others rest.  In turn, you all manage to get a little shut-eye with no consequence.

    You do notice that Gremryl had some difficulty sleeping.

Gremryl sings a Dwarven song of love lost and won and and heroes come and gone

I tell a battle ye May have known... of drow, Orc and dwarf... they came in waves to kill us all and moradin blessed us all!!! We took our axe and took our shield and formed our dwarven guard! With might and grit and talking shit, the drow n orc were drawn!! Bodies fell and blood was shed and still we need press on.... for no Orc or drow or evil shit.. will ever live till dawn!!!

At some point during the ride Elmo starts a conversation with Hemeth;

That was rather polite of ye back there.  (he motions to Bella)  Ye going to dump it into the depths when he isn't looking or return it to him?  If ye want Elmo's two cents, id recommend giving it back to him.  Piece of shite the weapon is, it still has some sort a sentimental value for our holy friend.  Plus I imagine he's the sort who would prefer a direct approach.   

That being said, if ye want to dump it over board and dont want him to see, I could help distract him or some shite like that so ye wouldnt have to break his heart.

Speaking of piece of shite weapons.  I noticed that ye are still lacking proper arms.  (he playfully points to Hemeth's strong and stout arms) Not to say these these aint deadly in their own right.  (Elmo reaches for his rapier) Its has certainly seen better days, but you're welcome to arm ye self with this if ye like.

I noticed earlier that ye seemed more the sly type than the brawny type.  I figured ye would like this better than ol' Bella over there.  (he motions back to the rapier) She has taken some battle damage, and she doesn't have some grand tale...(Elmo chuckles while he reminisces) I think I stole it off a noble for fun a few years back just for shites and guffaws. If ye worried about weather or not this girl still aims true, then dont.  Its the warrior, not the weapon that makes something deadly

To demonstrate his point, Elmo does a small fencing display.  He attempts to demonstrate that with skill, the weapon can still be fierce.  (Im doing a dex roll with proficiency. cool?).

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The weapon is shit but its yours if ye want it.  (he hands over the Rapier) I dont mean to pry but can ye answer me 2 questions mate?

1.) ye had any more dreams that be disturbing? 

2.) I never asked you about your dream.  The one where you asked me if you could trust me.  Would ye mind telling me about what ye been seeing in those dreams?  Whats got ya all shaken boyo?

elmo Speaks to Gleb (the slime) later in the ride.  I want to answer any questions he may have.  I want to go on for hours bragging about some of Elmo's best heists and acts of debauchery.  

...By the time the guards came about, Ol Elmo was long gone.  I walked right by them dressed as the wardens wife hours earlier.  I would have given the finest meats on the sword coast to see the look on their faces when they found the badger and the warden later that morning... But I prattle on.

Elmo makes sure that others are not looking at his conversation. He grabs some pocket meats.  He eats one and throws one into his new slime friend.

You're a good listener mate, but I think Ol' Elmo has dominated the conversation.  I want to know more about ye, what makes ye tick? What you want to learn? What do ye love most?  What can we do to make ye feel more at home? 

Also, Ye must have some questions of your own.  Feel free ask elmo anything ye like. 

Elmo does a perception check to try and see where his new friends skills could lie (If its not a perception check just add/deduct from what I add.  fair?)

Perception check: 24

Elmo doesn't just tell grand tales of cowardice and vice, he also know more... practical skills. I'm a skilled teacher lad.  In fact, I heard ol'Elmo was was as great a teacher as he is well endowed (elmo chuckes to himself hoping some non slime party mates heard his joke).  Anything I can teach ye? 

To stool

Ye didn't respond to me when I told ye id be teaching you the art of the light step.  Your silence made Elmo feel a slight awkward.   I thought ye didnt hear I word I said.  But I saw ye picking  up mushrooms before we for these boats mate!  Ye didnt make a sound! Ye heard every word I said! Ye are a bloody natural!  (Elmo calms down from recanting Stool's amazing skills as a pupil. Elmo takes a deep breath) 

I was impressed by how ye applied what I taught ye when searching for fungus back there.  I think ye got it!

when your ready, id like to teach ye the next step, how not to be seen at all. 

(He nudges stool playfully)

What do ye say boyo?

To Grem;

Thats a fine song boyo.  Mind if I back ye up?

After a few bars, Elmo learns the melody of the chorus and verse.  He then whistles in a lovely high pitched tone (perfectly in key?) behind Grem's lyrics. 

performance check: 21