Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
The body with Demetrius looks around the room, scowling at it, as if not finding it to its liking, as if comparing it to a former glory and better days.
Suddenly his eyes go wide.
"Cayde, my friend," says the body in a voice more akin to the religious that is Gorn, rather than a long-dead vengeance seeker. "Those beasts there, the ones of inhumane guise, they are not as they seem!
They are more akin to the unfortunate stalkers we have just left behind us! Please, do taketh thy weapon and lay them low. One and then the other. Perhaps if we strike now we might cause them too much damage for them to be any threat upon the instant when they do become animate!"
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
"Confound, O man. Do you know how long it has been since last I stepped foot in these halls? Much has changed and much I do not know. I do not even recall those statues even being here, least of all feeling fancy in the foots.
Since they will not stand between us and JUSTICE, I suggest we make haste in the direction they wish us to travel."
Gorn-Demetrius flies through the Eastern door with single-minded purpose.
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
At Cayde's consent, Gorn smiles peaceably for a moment, but then his countenance hardens into something more expected of a long-dead soul intent on but a single purpose.
"Hard work conquers everything," he states, leading the group unerringly forward.
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Gorn/Demetrius looks startled at the barbarian's fierce statement. He looks confused for a moment, and then shakes his head, as if waking from a long sleep. Then he casts his eyes about before again letting his gaze rest on Cayde.
"Oh ho! Oh, you must forgive me, my friend. I have been having a grand time. It is like if you were in a most sumptuous lecture hall, listening to a most interesting orator make free with his tongue and speak on many things, both grand and mundane.
Ah, yes, the good Demetrius has taken some say in what this poor, mortal dross does or has sway over, but this is only so because his and my goals align. Yes, he has waited a goodly long time, and he was most insistent, but, O! have you heard his story? Is it not a most compelling narrative? Slain by a most trusted brother's hand, a brother that has gone over to the enemy, and forced to wait for an unknown length of time to at last take vengeance!
Oh what a tale! Would not any of us tip generously the bard that sang of such lore? Glorious! Majestic! A tale of high adventure!
And he has powers not inconsiderable. Hence, for many reasons, perhaps of charity, perhaps of righteousness, perhaps even a hint of curiosity to see how the tale ends, I am willing to let this ghostly hand take the reigns for a time.
And if we succeed, what a tale to tell!
So too, he has promised to advance to the salvation that will be opened to him once his slayer has received the justice promised to him.
Hence, let us make haste and see this thing done! Know that I will be watching with a most rapt attention."
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
"HERESY!" Gorn/Demetrius yells at the floor in answer.
"Heresy of the HIGHEST order might turn brother against brother. Indeed, only this would turn my heart against once so true a spirit as Darius, but only this might turn ANY loyal hand against the foul soul that would embrace it!
He has fallen under the dark sway of the enemy Zargon, and, O, long have waited, long have I maintain vigil, deep in thought and prayer have I been that AT LAST stout blades and noble hearts might at last hear my most FERVENT pleas and aid me in my task to right this most sacrilegious of wrongs!
Too long has Darius collected skulls for his unworldly bloodlust, too long has his evil been wrought on this world un-checked. NOW, my friends, NOW must all hearts that love good and hate Chaos and all its works rise and FOLLOW for THIS DAY will see GREAT JUSTICE too long denied, at last come."
At this Gorn CHARGES into the nearby melee, determine to slay the snake that stands as the only obstacle between him and righteousness.
"Anything worth doing is worth dying for," he mutters, the battleheart already rising within him.
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
As a brief interlude is called for and the sarcophagus provides a dearth of new battle and a wealth of a different and more specialized sort, the wolf returns to the more mundane form of a man.
Gorn takes a mouthful of dried meat and chases it with a swallow of warm, thin wine. He has become used to such meagre fare, as is the lot of all below-dwellers.
When it comes time to heave-to and open the gate, Gorn loses his grip and falls backward. He would've broken his back but he landed on his backpack on an unusually soft way.
"A rather spartan bedroom, all told. I wonder who it belongs to?" Gorn idly picks up the robe and examines it, for lack of any other clues to investigate.
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
The animal-brain that rides along in the hide-donned druid SINGS as his friends, his companions his...PACK all gather to poke and prod and burn and stab and slash and BITE at the long attacker that thought THOUGHT that it was strong here. Here here HERE in its LAIR it thought it was strong and it would swoop down and rip and tear and FEED but no no no his PACK is strong strong stronGER than this thing. Already it is beset by a great legion of pain and damage and hurting things that will bring it down down DOWN and it will be the one who lies still and will run and hunt and breed no more.
The Gorn-Wolf LEAPS to the attack, it gnashes and salivates in greater vigor, an animalistic JOY brought to life. The animal-brain is already blood-drunk.
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
The Gorn-wolf loped along contentedly. In animal form it was impossible to talk, so he found himself less chatty by nature. The mind-speak was perfectly serviceable, but he found it unwieldy, and betimes others found it unnatural, so he was less inclined to use it as he might his mother tongue.
When the phantoms appeared, he was fully non-plussed. His animals senses found nothing to bite, and if the spirits of the long-dead monarchs wanted to come to claim their trinkets, then let them! The Laws of Acquisition and the Rights of Conquest were open to all. His wolf-influenced brain found nothing to fear here, and his human soul found not means enough to make it care.
As the curious gnome again finds hateful undead invading this place the wolf form salivates at more of the blood-dance.
"I will be right behind you, Cayde. Unto you is the honor of Firstblood. Do not let us down."
Gorn will also rush in after the Thunderwave, but I presume we are rolling init first?
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
"Oh confound these thrice-cursed things!" Gorn mind-rages while the wolf howls with savage jaws. "I have an overwhelming desire to gouge one in the ankle and see it fall so we might beat upon it savagely, but they resist my every attempt as if the very whips of the underworld were now upon them.
Ah well, if I can not see them stumble, then I will see them fall!"
The wolf again leaps to the attack, eager to rend and slay.
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Gorn shouts in surprise and alarm at the coven of monstrosities they have come upon.
"Excuse me, my friends. But it appears that it is time for me to practice my art. You have done so well in carrying me this far, it is time I put my shoulder to the yoke."
With speed that can only speak of magic, in a blink of the eye where once there had stood a humble leather-clad man, there now is a grey-furred snarling dire wolf!
The Gorn-wolf LEAPS into the fray, attacking a horror in the line that is next to Cayde.
Bonus action for Wild Shape. Dire Wolf. Pack Tactics grant Advantage.
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Gorn nods sagely and wraps the Queen's crown in an empty bag before placing it, gently, next to her husband's finery.
'Now at least they are together,' he thinks, with a touch of irony.
He nods at Aethorduil. "I have no need to rest, but neither am I in a hurry. Glory and victory will come to us when we reach for it. No sooner and no later. I am content to press on, or catch breath, as yourselves will it."
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Cayde Shadowstrider wrote:
Cayde will wrap up the king’s and queen’s crowns carefully and stow them, saying, ”Once we defeat Zargon and the remaining factions agree on a new king and queen, we will present these crowns to the new leaders. Giving them to any one faction now could play into political games I am not ready to navigate.”
Gorn, having already secured the King's crown when no one else showed an interest in it, places a gentle hand on the Queen's crown before the fearsome and stout barbarian can claim it as his prize.
"Stay thy hand, friend. What you say is a truly a noble goal, and, perhaps in time, it may come to pass.
But alas, we few poor souls are in no position to cling to such lofty goals.
You see the rags I am wearing now?" Gorn makes a motion to his leather-and-bug armor. "This is poor stuff to slay a devil, would you not agree? Had I the coin, I could afford something better, something that would preserve my life in the coming trials we've yet to see.
Would you trade my life so that some noble can be given something he might not even -like-? Who among our betters has been clamoring for these things in pristine condition and with goals similar to thyself?
Nay, friend, nay, you put too much stock in this pretty and old jewelry. Let us sell these and divy up the goods so that we might make ourselves stronger and more able to set the evil to rest."
Gorn shakes his head solemnly. "My friend, do not make plans for coronations yet to come before we have even faced the full might of the evil. Do not think that we are in any position for such luxuries. We are poor, quite poor, and must needs take any advantage put before us."
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Gorn shakes his head sadly at the honorable barbarian. "Such things are not possible, my son. Look about you."
Gorn waves his hand at the underground surroundings. "We are in a fight for our very survival. There is a city, a full city, full of wonders and treasures, just above us, that we are not able to populate, and have not for a very long time, all because an evil unlike the world has seen, tries to not merely break out, crush us, and all we live for, assunder.
These crowns have purpose. O, we might see that they are placed in the right hands for safe-keeping, perhaps to display on some noble's mantelpiece, and in trade they will give us some advantage we can use.
After...after the evil is vanquished and we have again seen the sun, then we will have luxuries. But now? Well, unless it is an artifact of Gorm the Mighty, Gorm the Brave, the Gorm the World-Healer, then, nay, we must needs use all crumbs and alms that cross our path.
Besides, it is ours by the Right of Conquest and the 34th Rule of Acquisition. We canst not go against such powerful writ."
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Nice rolls, man. Darn fine rolls.
"Ha! You see? Nothing defeats a trap like having a barbarian walk into it!" Gorn yops in triumph before adding his own green-shimmering stick into the fight.
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Baheera al-Sah'haar wrote:
” My companion here tells me that it is you I have to thank for keeping me among the living. It is most deeply appreciated.” she says with a warm smile and a bow of gratitude.
Gorn beams under the gratitude, even if his words bely his pride. "Oh, um, me? Well, yes, ah, think nothing of it, ah, ma'am." He tries a slight bow that ends up being neither slight nor a bow.
After the moment it takes to open the coffin and take the crown to secure it for proper historical records (it's not as if it's a relic of Gorm, afterall) he takes his rest, rousing with the others.
Short Rest:1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
"Yes! Good sir Tekumbray, please do lead the way. If we have been this successful so early against so dastardly a foe, what force can stand against so shining a force as we?"
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Baheera al-Sah'haar wrote:
"I will be fine al'Adhaa, just a bit shaken up by that creature."
"You are welcome," Gorn mumbles unheard in the direction of the beautiful warlock. Surely he is beneath the attention of one so in touch with greater powers as that. He should not think on it. Such thoughts only take him further from his connection with Gorm.
"I'll open it," he says with confidence he does not feel, striding to the sarcophagus. "Such remains are not properly consecrated by the Rites of Gorm, and such HERESY has no protection from the living. IF there is anything of usefulness, I hereby reclaim it in the name of the forces of good, and take it as repayment for the harm it has just caused us."
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Wis save!:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Con save!:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
"Oh by Gorm's mighty bicep what horror hath been unleashed upon us?" Gorn yells in great alarm as his face goes white with terror. So menaced is he be the specter's presence that he barely notices his life drained away in its unearthly aura.
Still, Gorm taught us many things: Prayer cleanses the soul, but pain cleanses the body; Better crippled in body than corrupt in mind; and of course; If a job´s worth doing it´s worth dying for.
Gorn knew he could not advance, but also he would not retreat.
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Gorn also pours himself a measure of the steaming hot brew as talk of the oncoming expedition goes forth.
"Oh dear, it looks like my cup is feeling a little playful."
True to his word, a small coffee-golem takes form, rising a few inches above the surface. A small body forms of the ever-flowing brown liquid and the head even has a little smile.
The coffee-homunculus goes through several silent dance numbers, including the Charleston, the Two-Step, and even a passable polka, after which it takes a small bow...then freezes into place.
Gorn breaks off the stiffened arm of the thing and pops it into his mouth. "Mmmmm. Delightful. I think there may be something to this 'ice coffee'. It could be big.
Um, I seem to recall that, among the many rumors and tales of how the last king and queen died, the chiefest theory was that that died of a wasting disease. This was most likely some spell cast by the newly freed Zargon, but one should be careful not to catch a cold there, in any case."
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Earlier...
Gorn knelt in supplication as he was addressed by the highest of the three Orders. His heart was on FIRE!
At last. At last! The beginnings of his dream are now in motion, and he had not raised a hand to set it to be? Surely Gorm has seen is plan, lain out in all it practicality and lifted his will to make it so?
"All that can be done to make their works successful, shall be done," he intoned.
Surely greater success in this endeavor could only lead to greater understanding? And then the fall of the Zargonites and the rise to the Surface would be only details.
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"Good morrow to you, dear friends," Gorn hails with adoration to the trio assembled therein. e is plainly dressed in leathers adorned with beetle shells, an almost glaring contrast to the others of his Order that prefer heavy mail and heavier weapons. "I am Gorn. Breaker of Steel, Knower of Natural Secrets, Wearer of The Hide and bearer of Der Wald von Starke," he says, holding up a rather ordinary looking wooden club.
"And I am at thy service," he says with a small bow.
"Indeed, if an ancient king is having trouble sleeping, we peasants must do all we can to get him some rest!"
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
DM Talomyr - The Lost City wrote:
As far as the armor goes, I am very much a grognard and hold to the no metal thing for druids. That being said, here's my proposed compromise: You can have beetle carapace armor that in all other ways mimics studded leather but avoids that whole metal thing that digs at things that have been ingrained into my mind since the early 80s. Fair enough?
This is of course very fair.
With that having been said.... =]
Down the rabbit hole:
I, also, know of these things. However, there are a great many RPG systems that have taken this tact and have injected creativity into it.
Know you of EarthDawn? FASA, who made Shadowrun, made a D&D competitor, and they brought their trademark thinking with them. The rules were overly complicated, but still playable, and had some fresh takes that were quite fun.
Something they played with was alternative armor. A couple were like "how do you do cyber without tech?" It turns out they made living crystal that grows into the skin of the wearer. Intense!
Of course they also did a few other versions of not-metal armor, such as Fernweave, the armor you need to water, and crystal ring, which is made of living crystal that you need to be nice to.
Anyway, I'm saying that if other lines of thought are needed, well, I really like to be creative.
How about a story....
The Bonehelm Beetle stalked terror and death along the northeastern corridor for decades. Many a brave warrior that had too much youth and too little wisdom went hunting a name for himself, and found naught but an early grave in the beetle's massive maw. Only when Blenva, elder sister of Haria ran off with Vlodd, a nephew of no less than Mikalai's father, and their young bodies were found broken and headless in a pile of beetle dung, was peace found long enough to make war on a foe that, for the nonce, took precedence over the Zarganites.
Twice a dozen Sons of Gorm joined with a full score of Maidens and together they dove straight in to the Bonehelm lair. Only half returned.
They did not return empty handed. They divided evenly the spoils of the lair, and the Maidens off-handedly allowed the menfolk to retain the corpse. It would prove the richest find.
Through long hours of hard work the chitinous plates of the thing were worked apart to be given over to the high art of both tailor and smith. After knocking holes in the plates with pick and chisel, rough cord and heavy thread could be used to bind the resulting work into armor tough as any ore mined above or below the surface.
Although most of the suits made in that time were lost, to wear, or fire, or gnoll savagery, some few still exist, and they are guarded most jealously by those families which pass them from father's hands to son's shoulders.
The Steelbreaker clan is one such family.
Heh. That was fun. I'm just saying that if there were such a thing as Scale mail that was made from the under-belly carapace of the Bonehelm Beetle, and passed down generations, well, that would be a very cool thing. =]
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
@DM: Being level 3, do we have greater resources? I'd like to upgrade at least to Studded Leather, if that is okay.
Druids and armor:
It's been openly admitted that the creators of 5E didn't limit metal armor to druids as a game-balance thing, but more to pay homage to the roots. This seems to have been echoed in Baldur's Gate EE which lets druids wear any armor.
So too, a wide-ranging solution to this has been the availability of alternative materials, Ironwood and the like, that can be used in crafting Medium Armor, which druids have proficiency in, but, barring Hide armor, are not able to use.
Hence it's usually a matter of Scale mail, or somesuch, can be had for a druid, but it will cost X% more, as it must needs be made of Ironwood, or Hydra hide, etc.
(Heh, yes, I have some Hydrahyde gloves, and they're AMAZING! =)
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Gorn. Proper Noun. Old Cynidicea: To be as close to Gorm as one would be as a son to the father.
'Of course they don't listen to me. They never do,' thought Gorn as he trudged through the underlair halls, heading away from the council chambers. He silently chewed his bottom lip, as he would often do when flustered.
He had made the mistake of laying out a treatise. It was simple, or, leastwise, simple when compared to the Code of Gorm that all of his kind followed. That was, alas, a low bar, but we get ahead of ourselves.
Gorn stated, simply, that he didn't see why, when the Surface, May it stand forever in the sun, once retaken, couldn't be shared by all three Factions of Righteousness.
Does not the Conversion of Ashlantha prove that, given an open and parliamentary system, the greater share of the peoples of Cynidicea would chose the sacred Brotherhood? Why demand the lion's share of power when true assimilation would be theirs in a few generations' time?
He knew he had allies, but too few. Too few! He had no doubt that, given time, and peace, he would be able to sway more, even perhaps old Mikalai himself!
But time was always short, and peace, too, in ever-dwindling supply. Who knows what new terrors the Zargonites are dreaming up? Or what fresh promises the Magi are speaking with cheap words today, only to break tomorrow?
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
"I'm sorry, guys," Gorn had said dourly as the group shuffled in from their mostly-successful foray. "I don't think I'm cut out for this. I just want to crush skulls and mix egg whites into a fine meringue. Tonight I didn't get to do any of that.
I feel like I'm just holding you back. You need someone more like...well, more like one of you."
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Gorn turns to Grim, and the motion makes him aware of the lacy undergarments clinging to his crown. He grabs them and throws them in disgust at a small black bird scrapping at ground. The force of the thrown lingerie kills it instantly.
"Two on two, chummers. That the kind of odds you thought you'd have when this started? Why don't you run along and we'll forget this all happened."
Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2
Gorn chuckles, casually twirling Shellcracker in his hand. "Heh. It looks like they have us...
...right where we want them.
You sure you wanna do this here, guys? Yer a loooong way from base, and ain't no one getting here real soon. Ain't you worried about me?"
Intimidation!:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Unfortunately, during the chase Gorn got a pair of bright lacy pink panties caught on his head, and the gay splash of color on his crown makes the whole effect more laughable than anything else.
