"Har! Leon, if ye had dwarven brass on ye, ye'd be waddling like pregnant bullyworg and talking like one too. Sorry lad, but ye be if the pretty beard type.. clean and groomed like ye armor eh! What's your plans after this little adventure? A temple to go home to? A group of priestesses to 'relegize' with?" He tries to wink, but blinks twice..
Morgana winks at the boys and lasciviously purrs "All of this talk of balls and beards is...awakening things in me. I'd like to volunteer to judge the beard off, and if it were to lead to a judging of..other areas..." She giggles at the discomfort she hopes she is causing.
“I think being a nomad sounds fun to me for a while. My mother and father sent me on a 10 year pilgrimage to spread the word of Tymora. Right now I am on year two. I do like the idea of a hierim of lady priestesses hand on my every word. I dabble around from lady to lady during my journey but Tymora has been the only one who has always been there for me. Maybe if I am lucky I will die in a hailstorm of arrows and Tymora will call me up to her in the clouds. There I can be her champion and her lover...(sigh), but those are all pipe dreams for now. Well all except dying by a hailstorm of arrows.”
Leon chuckles and properly winks at Grem.
”What about you? Do you have something waiting for you topside or is this your life’s quest to smite evil in the underdark?”
”By Tymora’s grace child. Let’s just stick with beards for now. You can go back to hitting on Grem later. You can be the first vote cast. I think we need a 3 judge system. Grem first to 2 votes wins?”
To the boys: "Let stool be a judge!! And since you are an agent of chance, Leon, what about an element of randomness? When you feel you are ready to compete, say so, and the next creature we meet will be the third judge. What say you to that?"
“Let’s say this whom ever can keep, maintain, and have the best looking beard by the time we get this cup of ale we speak of at a proper establishment will be when and how this event takes place. Morg you are a judge. Stool if he has no problem being a judge can be number two and someone in that establishment can be the third. A none human or non dwarf person. This game of chance, manlyhood and bravado sound fair to you Grem?”
"Morgana, the things you say lass... moradins heart" he shakes his head.
"Aye leon that sounds right and fair. But no cleric magic to fix yeself if ye was to have a 'misstep' eh!" While followers of Tymora like a game of chance I know that they dont mind 'tipping the jar' in their favor..so let's do this one straight up lad.
As for the surface, bah.. don't be knowing. I'm looking for some answers about what happened to my family and the duergar city may have them. So that's my next stop. "
The party settles in for a long rest with the intent of staving off exhaustion from setting in...
Waking from a refreshing rest period, the party gathers their belongings, and once again, sets off for what the hope is the correct path towards Gracklstugh. Or as some of them have now started to endearingly call it "G-Town." Not surprisingly, the group happens upon another fork in their proverbial road. They can choose the left path, or the right path.
Which direction do our brave adventurers take today?!
”Don’t tell me how to track old man. If it leads us towards the right path my methods work. But I guess I can ask Stool if he recognizes it first to avoid that.”
Ye know, back in me days, I was known as Sherlock Grems.. master Detective back in the adbar. I never had to taste poop to get on the trail if ye know me speak. But Humans are odd indeed sometimes. Let me know when we go, so I'll take the lead again Master Cleric. "
“You sure did a lot of shit back in Abdar... almost suspiciously too much. Anyway, I will finish checking the ground here and let you know what way looks best.”
Leon checks for tracks and any indication of hostile threats from the left and right paths. During his inspection, he sees a few boot prints heading into the left tunnel! It looks like possibly 2...maybe 3 boot-wearing creatures have traveled down this way previously. Tough to say when, and even tougher to say what manner of race this was caused by.
“It appears some humanoid type creatures wearing boots recently went down the left tunnel and would you look at that, I didn’t have to almost eat shit this time to firgure it out. I am getting better and better everyday. I say we carefully follow the tracks.”
Regarding shit eating: "I've been wandering down in these tunnels for longer than I care to remember. In that time, I've eaten far worse than shit in order to survive. You may think that being attacked by an ooze is bad, but having to feed on one that you have killed in order to survive is far worse. Tastes like snot mixed with insect diarrhea mixed with orc sperm. Please don't ask me how I know what those things taste like individually..."
Taking the pathway that indicates there may be boot-wearing creatures ahead, the group follows the tracks for what seems like hours. Eventually, they come into a larger cavern opening where almost instantaneously they all meet eyes with 4 Goblins! One of them looks particularly larger and much more authoritative than the others.
Larger Goblin (Undercommon) - "So yous be making all that racket, eh! Could 'ear yous all da way in G-Town, I bet!" He grins and you see that he's missing many of his teeth although one of them is a shiny gold tooth...oddly larger than you'd expect it to be.
Morgana whispers to stool to put out psychic spores and then steps to the fore to begin negotiations.
To the goblins: "Greetings gentlemen. My name is Morgana and these are my traveling companions. We are on our way to that G-town that you mentioned and would appreciate some assistance in getting there. I am sure that we can reach an arrangement that would be to the most profound benefit to both parties. Can we do business?"
"Har! Leon, if ye had dwarven brass on ye, ye'd be waddling like pregnant bullyworg and talking like one too. Sorry lad, but ye be if the pretty beard type.. clean and groomed like ye armor eh! What's your plans after this little adventure? A temple to go home to? A group of priestesses to 'relegize' with?" He tries to wink, but blinks twice..
Morgana winks at the boys and lasciviously purrs "All of this talk of balls and beards is...awakening things in me. I'd like to volunteer to judge the beard off, and if it were to lead to a judging of..other areas..." She giggles at the discomfort she hopes she is causing.
“I think being a nomad sounds fun to me for a while. My mother and father sent me on a 10 year pilgrimage to spread the word of Tymora. Right now I am on year two. I do like the idea of a hierim of lady priestesses hand on my every word. I dabble around from lady to lady during my journey but Tymora has been the only one who has always been there for me. Maybe if I am lucky I will die in a hailstorm of arrows and Tymora will call me up to her in the clouds. There I can be her champion and her lover...(sigh), but those are all pipe dreams for now. Well all except dying by a hailstorm of arrows.”
Leon chuckles and properly winks at Grem.
”What about you? Do you have something waiting for you topside or is this your life’s quest to smite evil in the underdark?”
Leon turns to Morgana
”By Tymora’s grace child. Let’s just stick with beards for now. You can go back to hitting on Grem later. You can be the first vote cast. I think we need a 3 judge system. Grem first to 2 votes wins?”
To the boys: "Let stool be a judge!! And since you are an agent of chance, Leon, what about an element of randomness? When you feel you are ready to compete, say so, and the next creature we meet will be the third judge. What say you to that?"
“Let’s say this whom ever can keep, maintain, and have the best looking beard by the time we get this cup of ale we speak of at a proper establishment will be when and how this event takes place. Morg you are a judge. Stool if he has no problem being a judge can be number two and someone in that establishment can be the third. A none human or non dwarf person. This game of chance, manlyhood and bravado sound fair to you Grem?”
"Morgana, the things you say lass... moradins heart" he shakes his head.
"Aye leon that sounds right and fair. But no cleric magic to fix yeself if ye was to have a 'misstep' eh!" While followers of Tymora like a game of chance I know that they dont mind 'tipping the jar' in their favor..so let's do this one straight up lad.
As for the surface, bah.. don't be knowing. I'm looking for some answers about what happened to my family and the duergar city may have them. So that's my next stop. "
Which direction do our brave adventurers take today?!
Leon checks both paths for any tracks left behind by humanoid, monsters, or gelatinous cubes as he prays to Tymora.
Survival check 16 with guidance 1
Gremryl looks on as Leon does his survival check:
"Ye wont be eating poop again will ye?"
Leon looks up at Grem.
”Don’t tell me how to track old man. If it leads us towards the right path my methods work. But I guess I can ask Stool if he recognizes it first to avoid that.”
“You sure did a lot of shit back in Abdar... almost suspiciously too much. Anyway, I will finish checking the ground here and let you know what way looks best.”
“It appears some humanoid type creatures wearing boots recently went down the left tunnel and would you look at that, I didn’t have to almost eat shit this time to firgure it out. I am getting better and better everyday. I say we carefully follow the tracks.”
Regarding shit eating: "I've been wandering down in these tunnels for longer than I care to remember. In that time, I've eaten far worse than shit in order to survive. You may think that being attacked by an ooze is bad, but having to feed on one that you have killed in order to survive is far worse. Tastes like snot mixed with insect diarrhea mixed with orc sperm. Please don't ask me how I know what those things taste like individually..."
Left it is then lads!
Morgana whispers to stool to put out psychic spores and then steps to the fore to begin negotiations.
To the goblins: "Greetings gentlemen. My name is Morgana and these are my traveling companions. We are on our way to that G-town that you mentioned and would appreciate some assistance in getting there. I am sure that we can reach an arrangement that would be to the most profound benefit to both parties. Can we do business?"