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Sorry to hear some of the tests were bad. Do what you need to do. If that means stopping on here stop. If that means running this game to stay sane, do it.

Gwomotom chuckles and says "Your memory is fading I think. It was 5 gold per fungus. You might need to lighten up on some of the fungi."

What was the agreed upon price for the fungi? We didn't cover that I think.

Gwomotom smiles at the man and says "Salis, I have the Witches Purple you requested. We did pretty good too.!" He then hands over the fungi.

Gwomotom nods when Shandor points in the direction of the town and says "I'm a cook too so you are in luck. Did you want any of the mushrooms in lunch? Theysmell of fine wine and taste of aniseed. It causes all things appear purple-hued and eyes seem to quadruple in size. Your friend might look truly frightening with eyes that size. It does cause your skin to turn purple for a few days."

Gwomotom smiles as he spots some of the fungus and collects it. He turns toward the fey creatures and says "Why yes they do. Some people like it's effects and there may be others I don't know of yet."

Survival: 5: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Gwomotom looks at the two and scratches his frothy beard, "Help you say? Well, we're looking for Witch’s Purple. I've got a buyer for some and it grows around here. That is if we get to it before the goat. Ya seen any?"

As the mossling straightens up you are glad there is a large growth of fern in his groin area as he doesn't have a stitch of clothing on. The bare patch on his head while strange for a mossling and the holy symbol of the church are the only indicators that he is a friar. He looks at the newcomers and says "Well met. Mortal clothing you say? It itches too much in the wrong places. Somewhere in my sack is my habit. Please don't say you need me to put it on. The sun on me feels so good and I feel so much more energetic."

Sorry 11pm and I just turned my computer on for the day.

Gwomotom, as a friar, gets around. (No not like that! Get your mind out of the gutter. Unless there are neat fungi there!) So where Shandor and I met could be anywhere. I would say we are near the forest because Gwomotom wanted to examine a rare fungus said to grow there and find out it's properties and possibly taste.

Background: 1d20 ⇒ 5 Fungologist

Do you have any idea what a notebook or empty book would be? Paying for a spell book to take notes in seems expensive. Most of his heavy gear is going to end up on his mule, unless there is a mossling version of a mule.

So Gwomotom is a studier of fungi, herbalist and cook. I see him as having a recipe/fungi note book. One day he hopes to publish a cookbook. Still fleshing him out a bit. To be honest I am not sure how he is going to contribute in combat. He gets 1 spell a day and well Friars believe all life is sacred and must protect and aid the needy.

I have a basic character done. Still need to finalize gear. I'm gonna need to figure out what I'm buying. Do cigars exist? I see him as a cigar smoker not a pipe. What would be the cost for a cigar? Also are there any mossy beasts of burden? I may need something to carry my stuff.

Gog catches the light out of the corner of his eye and stops staring Kaylin down. "Oooooooo. Pretty. Gog Dance! He looks around and walks over and pulls Bryn up by the hands. He tries imitating the dancers but stops on Bryn's feet, spins into a column and land in a pile on the floor laughing. "You dance good! No fall down!"

Gog stops in his tracks and turns and looks at Kaylin very seriously, "You taste like chicken? Gog like fried chicken"

Gog's eyebrows raise as the bag lifts and begins to fly around. Watching the gnomes antics Gog begins laughing. As her pants catch on fire he falls off his chair and begins rolling on the floor laughing. Gog begins to calm down and stand up and follow Wizgille out the door and begins giggling. He points at the hole in her pants and says "Unmentionables!

Gog comes downstairs, stretching as he does, his hands hitting the ceiling. He inhales deeply and says "Eggs!" He rushes over to an empty table and shouts "Bring eggs, Wench!" When the Wench brings him a plate of eggs and toast he scarfs down the eggs and grins, "Just like momma do!", his eyes tearing up. He swallows the toast in two bites and washes it all down with at drink.

Gog nods to Wizgille. "Gog walk. Gog tire horse out quickly. Gog too big."

Gog is ready to leave when everyone else is.

Gog is sitting in the corner booth, stone mug in his hand, drinking grog. As he starts taking a long drink Wizgille's contraption begins sparking. Oooo, shiny! He pauses mid drink concentrating on Wizgille. His eyes follow her as she runs around the room and begins laughing. Grog spurts out his nose and mouth. He stands up and doubles over in laughter. As Wizgille comes back in, Gog is standing panting catching his breath. He walks over to Wizgille and bends down and slaps her on the back, "Little woman, funny!" and causing her to step forward several steps and doing dam: 1d3 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 nonleathal damage. Uh-oh Gog looks embarrassed, "Sorry! Gog not know own strength." How Gog fix? He then appears to have an idea (it must be lonley). "Gog help with goblins! Keep little woman safe!" Gog walks up to sheriff, "Gog in! Punt many goblin!"

I have 174 GP and 6 clw potions. I can turn some of the potions into cash to buy a wand of clw if need be. We need to come up with 750 GP for the wand.

As an aside, I wish Perform Dance was based on dex instead of cha. I think it would reflect his two left feet better.

Thank you for the invite. Looking at the party I too was a little concerned about lack of divine healing. I don't know what the witchdoctor can do healing wise. No one picked a bard either. Gog definately won't help in healing but, if we can drop things quick enough there may not be much damage. I did pick up a few cure potions though.