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"Worry not! For I always bring my Rod of Wonder wherever I go!"
Says Nomrok, "The Otyugh," The Lord of Rodly Mighy, the Great Orator, the Charmer of pants, (titles go on...)

I'm impressed by your gusto, and muscles! You should come down to my bar/lodge/Temple to Cayden Cailean in Oppara and compete in our contests of strength, dexterity, and constitution! I've just come back from an important mission, and need a few drinks to celebrate my success!

That sounds like it has the potential for a few stories! I may take you up on that offer, once I finish my current investigation!

Nomrok wrote:

I Nomrok, "The Otyugh," "The Lord of Rodly Might," "The Charmer of Pants," "The Great Orator," have finally returned to Absalom to regale you all with the tales of my incredible feats leading to my seeker-ship!...

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*looks at you side-eyed and raises an eyebrow*

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"What?!"

I Nomrok, "The Otyugh," "The Lord of Rodly Might," "The Charmer of Pants," "The Great Orator," have finally returned to Absalom to regale you all with the tales of my incredible feats leading to my seeker-ship!

I'll admit, that this did happen roughly four months ago. Yet it is a long trip back from the Realm of the Mammoth Lords. Even longer when I stopped at every wayside tavern to fascinate everyone with my tales. Cailean-ites and Calistrians aplenty were captivated by my grandeur. And as my stories broadened their horizons, I did my best to horizontalize their broads!

AND! with the exception of my quick visit to my alchemist friend about ... a thing You are the first I have come to tell my tale to!

You see, while flowers were returning, and beautiful sights abounded, I was sent to an uncivilized land where even Mammoths Dare Not Tread. With barely another attractive person in sight, I set off to befriend the savages! Yet when an unsuspecting saurian decided I looked tasty enough to eat (and who can blame him?!) things got interesting. As I, heroically (and quite dashingly) fought the beast on my own to save my allies (I think they were fighting bugs or something... not important). I traded claw for claw, bite for bite, getting swallowed for bursting back out only to continue the bestial fight. I am told that my decision to give our cleric a Breath of Life Scroll was a clever one, as I awoke to find that I, and I alone, had slain the beast! Though that axe wound on his haunches was a little odd.

And from there I went on to befriend the savages and save Golarion from untold destruction!