The Thread Celestial

[Celestial Thaumoctopus]

Celestial Healer wrote:

I pay Celestial Follower in moldy turnip greens. He should be grateful.

Happy Birthday, immortal boss who has existed since before calendars were invented!

{rolls in another wheelbarrow of deviled turnips} Wow, you got more birthday turnips! I have no idea where we're going to put them all.

[Gentleman Nurn]

<squints at wheelbarrow> Something about this smells fishy, yeeesssss. And not meaning you, CTO, nnnoooooo.

<picks up turnip, it unfolds wings and a tail and attempts to sting him before flying away>

Blast it, deviled is right. These aren't turnips, nnnoooo. They're turnimps. We'll need to salt, devenom, and dice the lot.

[Celestial Healer]

Thank you! You could braise these turnips in chicken broth. Then you can put a candle in one and sing to me.

[Celestial Healer]

I was going to try to cure the pandemic, but then I noticed that I have lost my divine spellcasting altogether. Should I be worried?

[Freehold DM]

Yes.

[Gentleman Nurn]

Maybe your patron is on vacation? Or part of the mandated shutdowns? Your folks are a lot more lawful than mine, yeeesssss, so they probably keep track of that sort of thing.

[Celestial Healer]

That’s probably it. I feel better now.