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It was fairly obvious to Sprig which one he preferred, one path seemed much more homey to him. "Ah think we should take th' lower path, seems like the kinda place to hide somethin'.

The kobold, lost in thought, stumbled a little with Saraon's nudge. "Ah suppose yer right, Saraon."

Sprig clears his throat, trying to draw the council's attention. "Ah'd like to share a proposal with y'all, in recent months Ah've been working on a new cultivation method fer growing plants of all kinds, involving a new kinda fertilizer."

"Th' plan is to grow new life where it's needed most, as most of the world we live in ain't as lush as the Grove. It'd take time and the aid someone more versed in the natural magics than I, but Ah believe we can take steps to fix the wasteland outside."

Sprig clucked his teeth as Jade Bull was able to shake off the effects of his spell. That was not the plan. He thought before starting on his next spell.

Sprig will start casting Summon Monster 3.

"Ah think yew need t' stop rushin' things!" Sprig said as he locked eyes with Jade Bull, muttering an incantation that made her feel as if she was encased in stone.

Sprig is casting Burdened Thoughts.

Unless she passes a DC 18 Will Save, Jade Bull is Heavily Encumbered. Her maximum DEX Bonus to AC is +1,her movement speed is reduced, and she makes all STR and DEX skill checks at -6. If she's somehow three Size Categories larger than Sprig(Small) then she's also staggered.

"We're in this together, so yew best be ready, Jade Bull!" Sprig said with his toothy smile.

Hey, y'all. Sorry I've been gone. I've actually been moving house for the past month or so and am just now settling in.

"Ah'm certain Hezekh'll do us proud, It's downright amazin' how much he's grown since we first met." Sprig said with a smile.

Sprig grinned. "Ah doubt we'd be able t' get her support if she's dead Hezekh. Though Ah'd like t' believe the same courtesy is extended to us."

Just been busy with work and things, I'm good!

Now doesn't seem the time to talk about Sprig's plans so i'm ready to move to the next one

Sprig listens carefully to Saraon's description. "Well, Ah suppose they're at least not warnin' signs or somethin'. The fact they're here at all means someone's been 'round, so that's good sign!"

He sniffs out the left path. "Smells like someone's been cookin' this way. Even if it ain't Berrind, we might be able to get some directions."

Sprig chuckles, "Ah suppose it's a little hard t' move around when yer as tall as y'all are."

The kobold traces his claw along one of the symbols on the wall. "Ah ain't too familiar with the particulars of yer customs Saraon. Any idea what these mean?"

Sprig has Darkvision, can he see anything more than the others?

Sprig sniffs once, then turns back to tell the others what he found. "No sign of Berrind, though there's a pool of water down there that might be used for fishing... Ah ain't sure that helps right now."

He shrugs his tiny shoulders. "Guess we're gonna hafta try another one."

Sprig gives Saraon a wink and enters the tunnel. "Ah'll be careful."

Sprig peers into the smallest tunnel. It didn't seem that tight for him, but the others might have difficulty. "Hmm... Ah could take a look down here, it doesn't look too tough fer me."

Sprig grinned and pulled out a ball of string from his pack. "Already ahead of yah Saraon! This ain't too different from home fer me, so Ah think this'll be a snap."

The kobold hands over a ball of string.

Sprig also has a bag of marbles that might be useful for something similar

Sprig took a step forward, hat in one claw. "Pardon me miss, but Ah was told we could find Berrind around these parts. Might yew know where he is?"

Sprig shrugged his tiny shoulders. "Ah'd like t' see Berrind, but the order we meet 'em in don't matter too much t' me."

Sprig nodded, "Ah'll go, Ah think there's some meat at th' wagon if it comes t' that."

The kobold is fast on his feet, easily outpacing most humans despite his small size.

"Ah think it's worth a try, though it might try t' eat ya, so be careful!" Sprig said with some concern.

Go for it!

Sprig shares what he knows with the party.

"Fer now, Ah'm plannin' t' lure the thing back, jes' rile it up a bit or maybe bait it out with some food. It ain't terribly fast, though with somethin' that big it's best to keep yer distance anyhow."

He clacks his teeth, "Ah dunno if it's got some kinda ranged attack, spittin' venom 'r somethin. Ah'm thinking of doin' a little test with a summoned creature. No tellin what Grimple's done to it."

How quickly can the thing move? I'm assuming it can.

It probably eats flies, but does it have a preferred food? Hopefully not Kobold Meat!

Sprig tilted his head and squinted at the giant plant. "Ah think we should try luring it back, maybe some kinda bait 'r somthin we can use."

Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

Sprig's pretty good at Knowledge Nature, He's going to try to find out more about the creature.

Sprig was busying himself with examining the soil around the garden, pondering to himself about the various minerals and the concentrations of spiritual energies that he found were so important to the growth of healthy wildlife.

This was, by far, some of the richest soil he'd ever encountered and it excited the mind in ways that only someone who'd devoted years of his life to studying alchemical fertilization methods might be so enthralled.

It certainly beat the soil of The Mountain, which, though rich in volcanic minerals, hadn't been attended to with the level of care of a master druid.

He wondered how Berrind's plot might differ from Gimple's, but the gnome's loud voice shook him free of his thoughts and the kobold jumped with a start.

He smiled a little, no need to look frightened, it was just a loud noise. "Ah gotta say, th' arrangement of the crops is somethin' of a marvel. Ah can't quite understand how yew managed t' keep so many plants woven in such harmony. It's a pleasure t' meet a master of th' craft!"

It was also refreshing to meet someone roughly the same height, but that was kept to himself.

Sprig extends a claw to shake.

Sprig nodded. "Good idea Hezekh! Ah only prepared a couple castin's but it should help!"

With a few words and a snap of his claw, the kobold casts Grease on a few logs.

Sprig doesn't have the strength or the spells to truly help, so instead he pulls a rope from his pack and ties it around a log. With one big loop of rope to pull from, it should hopefully be easier to drag the lumber.

The kobold waves over his longtime companion. "Hey Bas, Ah think we're gonna need a little yer muscle! Can't let Hezekh and Ronan do all the work!"

Strength, Aid Another: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

Surprising even himself, Sprig was able to find a few good points of leverage and make do with even his meager strength.

Sprig shrugged. "Some folk jes' ain't interested in talkin'. Ah think it didn't matter what we had t' say, he just wanted us t' leave. Probably could have said we found the secrets of th' World Tree, an' he'd still turn us away." The lizard let out a little laugh.

"Certainly met mah fair share of those on The Mountain." he said with a little shake of his head.

To Saraon he said,"Hmm, Ah'm fine with talkin' with Grimple or Berrind to be honest. Ah've always had a connection with earth magic, an' mah new fertilizer is just as much about good soil as it is the plants growin' in it."

He looked around at the crew. "Ah suppose Ah'd ask where each of us'd like to go, though Ah suppose we could just visit each one in turn..."

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The kobold is so caught up in what he sees that he is late in his introduction. "Oh, er... Ah'm th' Snaggletooth Saraon mentioned, Sprig Snaggletooth. Ah've traveled some distance t' meet y'all, and Ah hope we can make an agreement. Through my studies Ah believe Ah have found a way t' spread this beauty t' the world outside, and Ah'd like to consult the Circle on this endeavor."

Sprig steps in, trying to cool off tensions. "Now now, let's not get heated. The three of us..." He gestures to Hezekh, Kat and himself. "Were watching th' wagon, we only jes' rolled in when things started 't move. Ah ain't certain of the particulars of what yew saw, but what's done is done, as regrettable as it is."

He looks over to his scarred companion. "Bas, Ah think you made th' right call, it's a shame it turned out the way it did."

Before they leave, the kobold opens a hole with Expeditious Excavation and buries the cultist's remains.
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Sprig was excited to see the Glade so when they arrived, he was quick to nudge Saraon. "Ah think Ah see the entrance up ahead! Is this the right spot Saraon?"

"One step ahead of yah Ronan!" Sprig says as he finishes his summoning circle.

A lantern Archon appears from the air, flying lazily above the demon and firing upon it.

These beams ignore all forms of DR
Beam vs. Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Beam vs. Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

"O Earth, Impress your pull upon this Fiend's mind!" The kobold chants as he casts a new spell. Burdened Thoughts

Deamon must save against Aura of Menace (DC:13 Will) and then save against Burdened Thoughts (DC:18 Will) with -2 if it failed against the aura.

If It fails against the Archon's Aura, it takes -2 to Attacks, AC and Saves until 24 hours pass or it manages to hit the Archon.

If It fails against Burdened Thoughts, it becomes Heavily Encumbered and cannot fly. If it's 3 Size categories larger than Sprig (Small) then Burdened Thoughts also staggers it.

Here are the rules for Carrying Capacity.

"Damn it, this wasn't how it was supposed t' go!" Sprig said as he quickly began drawing a magic circle.

Taking a five foot Step and Casting Summon Monster 3

Sprig's heartrate sped up when he heard the gunshot. Peering over, everyone seemed okay, but he had a bad feeling about what was happening.

"Ah don't like th' sound of that. Hezekh, could you head down there and help 'em out? it sounds like there might be a scuffle..."

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Already tense, the kobold was ready when Bas made his move. He lept from the wagon and moved to a better angle.

1d5 ⇒ 5 Saraon

The first day's travel was uneventful, and Sprig took the opportunity to talk with the druid. "We've known each other for a good while now, but Ah'm not sure Ah ever asked. What was it like workin' fer the Circle? Must be pretty excitin' to be headin' back!"

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The kobold called down from the drivers seat. "Bunch of tents up ahead, Don't see nobody around tho. What'd y'all think?"

Sprig decided to pipe up as well. "Katheryn's right! If it weren't fer me learnin' the common tongue, Ah'd probably not be here at all!"

"Readin' all the diaries and stories we recovered may not 'ave always been happy, but Ah learned a lot about the folk outside The Mountain from it." He nodded with his own statement. "If yew need help someway, Ah'm sure we'd all be willin' t' lend a claw."

Sprig, for his part, retired early from the festivities, taking that long-awaited bath. A little warm water and a good scrubbing was enough to make him feel like a new 'bold, though a touch of magic certainly helped.

Refreshed, he rejoined the others at their table, where he scrawled out letters to some of the folk they'd met along the way. Mayor Pete, Lefty and the other caravan, even the surviving folk at Glowing Springs. He asked if they were alright and told them a little of what they'd done, though he left out what they found under the Iron Tree.

Seeing that at least a decent number of his companions were sober, the lizard decides to plan their next move. "Alright, we're plannin' t' head to the Glade, but from what Saraon's saying, it looks like Kildain's right on the way. Ah say we swing over there, make sure that things 're still ok then head up."

He flashed a toothy grin. "Heck, we might even run into the other caravan along th' way."

Hezekh if you want to spend a little bit more that 6000, you can use some of my share.

That's 6000 GP per party member right? I'll update the treasure log next post with the lump sum, unless anyone wants to hold on to their share.

Getting things where they're needed always feels good. Sprig thought to himself as he watched the old Saloon owner walk off with the cybernetic arms.

There's money to be made of course, but I like to think ourselves as the lifeblood of towns like these, keeping goods flowing and folk prospering.

Having made a pretty penny, the caravaner was in high spirits. It was time to re-invest that income into a little partying. After all, having a good reputation with the locals makes it that much easier to sell goods. We want the townsfolk to be excited to see the wagon roll into town after all.

He hops up to the counter, wrestling with a somewhat sizable sack of coin. "Ah'd like yew t' keep the ale flowin' tonight, barkeep. Anyone who wants a meal can have one on my gold."

Spending however much we need to make this happen.

Placing the sack on the counter, Sprig continues. "Ah'd also like rooms for th' crew and a hot bath fer myself. It's tough getting the sand out of the scales sometimes."

Having put the sonic pistol together, Ronan holsters it. He keeps his gunpowder pistol as well, more out of sentimentality.

"Any luck with sales, Mr. Snaggletooth?"

Sprig smiled his toothy grin. "Been Goin' pretty well Ronan! Plannin' t' close up shop soon and get some rooms ready. We should sleep in some comfortable beds while we got the chance!"

I'm not sure what the value of some of these treasure items are, how are the sales going GM Coyote? Did we meet any interesting customers?

As the kobold walks into the nearest saloon, he takes a deep breath and shouts much louder than his small frame might imply he was capable of.

"Attention Everyone! Today's Drinks are on me!"

Double checking the list we actually have Two Laser Pistols if somebody wants the other one. I think from when we cleaned up the fire shooting bandits in Kildain?

Planning to sell the Bolded Items

Sprig nodded, "Ain't no problem, take whichever suits yer fancy."

One Sonic Pistol
One Laser pistol
Four Inferno Pistols (retrofitted for bullets)

Unless someone wants the Flame Swords, I guess we'll sell them off too.
Sprig would probably like to pick up a revolver, but otherwise isn't too interested in fancy gadgets.

As they part ways, Sprig makes sure to call out to Gog. "Thank you for th' help, Gog. Ah hope we can meet up again sometime."

Once they roll back into town, the kobold is all business, It's time to set up the stall and open up shop. With everyone's help, tables are set up, goods offloaded and the wagon is set up for display. It's time to sell!

Planning to sell most of the treasure we can't really use

Sprig breathed a sigh of relief as they buried the remains. Hopefully that ghost would rest easy as they returned her body to the earth. He certainly didn't want to see it again. A shiver ran down his tail at the thought.

Gog seemed much relieved as well, that was a good feeling. "Ah guess that means yer free to do what you want now Gog!" Sprig said with his reptilian approximation of a grin.

But, He was tired, He had spent more magical energies than ever before. It was time to make camp and relax before planning the next step. Once they had set everything up and the campfire was roaring, Sprig pipes up. "Alright, Ah think we're all in agreement t' make our way t the Glade, though we're about one day's travel back t' Exchange. If y'all want t' stock up and sell things, Ah think this'll be the best time t' do so. Though Ah personally feel like pushing on, what're y'alls thoughts?"

As he talked, the kobold drew some goods wrapped in nice silken sheets. A bottle of Oldlaw Whiskey and fine tobacco were passed around to any who wanted. "It's somethin' Ah hold onto jes' in case we wanted to make an' impression... but Ah think we have some cause t' celebrate. We've made some good changes t' the world the last few days and that's worth somethin' to me."

The kobold looks shocked at Hezekh's story. "Most folk, lose more'n an arm facing one of those! Ah'm glad t' see you in one piece after a scrap like that! Hate t' have never seen you again."

Sprig sighs at Ronan's Assessment. "Ah hoped we'd be able t' move this junk in working order, but it's probably best to leave it be. Exchange ain't too far, they could put it to use... Maybe it's time we get these poor folk buried and head out ourselves."

Sprig nodded with Katheryn's question. "Ah wasn't going to ask, but Ah admit it has made me mighty curious."

Sprig looked over the machinery with bemusement. "Even if we're not lookin' to use it, this stuff could be somewhat valuable. Probably better used elsewhere than here anyway."

Hezekh's comments caught his attention though. "Yah think we could tune up that arm of yours? Maybe if we find an expert, we could fix you up even better'n before!"

Sprig shrugged his tiny shoulders. "It ain't somethin' Ah've ever put much thought to, bone wrangling seemed like somethin' that was more trouble than it was worth. Though if yer talkin' fortune tellin', Ah never could quite figure it out." (Divination is one of Sprig's Enemy Schools)

With things settled, Sprig makes his way to the north room, peeking his head inside. "Let's see what he was hiding away, shall we?"

Sprig readjusts his hat after Hezekh bops him. With a bit of a grin he says; "Ah didn't mean no offense Hezekh! Ah'm jes' pretty attached to what Ah got. 'sides Ah think I'd look mighty funny with one o' these."

He holds his small lizardy arm over the much larger cybernetic one for comparison.

It's been a big reason why I've been spending our money on things like trade goods, Hiring NPCs and rebuilding infrastructure. We don't really need money to stay relevant!

Right Now you with Automatic Bonus Progression We have:

One Armor you choose is a +1 for you. (Sprig's Clothes in my case)
One weapon you choose is a +1 for you. (Sprig's Pistol)
+1 Deflection bonus to AC (counts against Touch Attacks)
+1 Resistance bonus to All Saves
+2 Enhancement Bonus to a Mental score (Int/Wis/Cha) (Int for Sprig)

You can change whatever Armor or weapon you're attuned to once a day.

Next level (7) is a +2 to a Physical Score

It's probably best to choose your most important Score to get the boost as by the end we'll have +6/+4/+2 to our choice of scores with the Biggest bonus going to your first pick.

Sprig will pick up Dimension Steps at level 8 so he probably wouldn't need the shoes either

Sprig had clambered onto one of the only intact chairs, resting for a moment. He listened intently to Ronan's Summary, piping up once he heard the whole story.

"We were plannin' to head to the Glade anyway, so that ain't any problem at all Ronan! Though Ah'd like to make sure things are alright there first." He stretched a little, slouching back into the chair that was a bit too big for him.

"Seems like as long as we have this chip there ain't any risk to taking our time with it."

This is hopefully up to date!

The kobold snorts at the sight of the robotic arms. "Ah Ain't too keen to chop one of my arms off for that 'reward' though."

Sprig slowly stood up from his half-finished magic circle. "Phew, Ah don't know what kinda vision he had, but Ah think it was none too good for anyone other than himself. Let's take a look around and see what we can salvage."

Speaking his home tongue, the kobold asks the summoned Archons to cast Aid on everyone. In common though, he says; "It's not as good as proper healin' but if there are any more surprises around, it'll hopefully hold yah."