Eggs for All
3rd of Rova 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
As the clammy almost oily muck-water gets up past your ankles, slowly creeping towards your knees, you wonder how the stick-puffs are managing it. Surely they would drown if it gets much higher. Cob, whose meant to be half head higher, at least by his own reckoning, is clinging to Warty's back with dogged determination.
Good thing slurks still do well in their ancestral environs.
As though to remind you why the ancestral slurks may have left the mires in the first place, clumps of fungal matter come floating and bobbing down the tunnel, living violations of the First Rule of Mushroom Picking: if you leave it well enough alone it won't poison you. Then again, so do moldmen. Like most of the rules you learned as a child this one is also a lie. The tunnel opens into uneven arches like the half broken ribs of some Orvian behemoth, the light of Iolda's torch throwing up more light than you're comfortable with... though perhaps without that light you might have missed the pair of appropriately puffy-headed beings using one of the larger clumps as a makeshift raft.
It would all be rather comical if it were not for the vast rounded form at the edge of your vision, not quite as cold as stone. How big is that thing? "How in the name of burning death did this thing get down a tunnel this narrow?" you say, whisper really, as Iolda passes her greetings and a bit of hardtack wrapped in meat and lard to the guards.
Whether it is because of the flattery —calling them 'great' is a bit much in your opinion— or the food you cannot tell, but things go well. The guards call out to their kin in voices uncannily like the chittering of insects and out they come to talk. After some shaking of weapons and establishing of 'mastery', the chief-stick puff graciously agrees to let you help him steal the behemoth's eggs.
Iolda Diplomacy: 1d20+8 = 20 (Success)
During a pause, as Mina drinks some water, puff tongue being hard on her voice, Iolda turns to Gorok and asks: "Do you want to take some of the... er, big snail eggs for yourself? I think I can talk him into it."
The iruxi rubs his chin. "Boulder shell is neither swift nor clever, risk of taking one egg is the same as the risk of taking many."
So it is agreed upon. The first move goes to Cob, who spends the next little while fishing rocks out of the water and muttering to himself over some rope he'd pulled out of his backpack. From these he somehow produces the loudest, most obnoxious clinking clattering thing you've ever heard in your life. You are not even a snail and you've half a mind to charge him and take that away.
Cob Knowledge (Engineering to Cobble): 1d20+9 = 24 (Success)
Absent fists and the thumbs to make them with, the titanic snail charges him. Splashing, almost rolling through the water. It's not that fast, you remind yourself firmly, though its hard to keep in mind given the sheer size of the thing and the fact that there is acid from its mouth fit to melt the offending goblin into a puddle of gristle.
Fortunately for Cob he has a friend who can spin webs from the air, so the thing finds itself bound in place by sorcerous threads that cannot be broken, only slipped free from... something the creature is unlikely to do.
Snail Reflex Save: 5 (Failure)
To the sound of cheering mites all of you descend on the... nest.
Is that what one is meant to call a snail hole? It is, to be clear, a very round about sort of descent so as to stay clear of the jets of acid still issuing from the trapped boulder shell, but that matters little as you find the nest positively filled with murky white ovoids, so much so that your new allies do not even mind when Gorok and you scoop out half a dozen to take to a somewhat bemused Warty to carry.
Mina's spell lasts about half a bell, so you all make sure you are as far as you can be down the southwest bound tunnel by that time it runs out.
"So," the halfling sorceress' voice startles you from the rythm of the stead jog. "You have someone in mind to sell these...
eggs to?"
"Of course," you reply instantly. "They are worth quite a hefty sum to the right buyer." You are, after all, a
very good liar.
Akorian Bluff: 1d20+12 = 22 (Success)
As you set your head down on the soft bat-fur of your pillow at the end of your shift you can't quite escape the the impression of something enormous and spitting mad glistening a path down the tunnel you know it too small for it.
Gained 6 Giant Slug Eggs
You're sure someone's going to want these.
All party members gain 900 XP
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OOC: To be clear, you are not actually being chased by a vengeful snail. Kori's just a little paranoid after everything that's happened recently. Also, I had to go back and change some of the dates since I missed the month turn over initially. It is not the 3rd of Rova in game.