#plog the frog

[sidetracts]

It Rhymes in The End (Wide Enough For Two)

The finish line; the starting gate.

Point my sorrow to the swell of deep grief:

Staring oceans in the eye and steering

By the light of good friends old and new

The path known and storied

Fearsome, grand, and true.

~ww 1 Jan 2024

[gwimm]

It's 4 am and i am wide awake due to the cause of two mugs of coffee that i accidently consume and yes here Gwin with a plog (frog but i like prog butter *better*)

[renee-characterdesign]

Plant-frog (plogs c:) concepts. Part of Ecostore’s ethic is “keeping the water that leaves our homes as clean as it entered”, so in terms of an animal associated with waterways, I naturally think of frogs.

Going to try extend this though, so the character isn’t actually recognizable as a frog (it just forms the basis of the concept). I’d like it to take on more of the qualities of a plant, and exaggerate and stretch out the features more.

The plants themselves are ingredients that would be used in Ecostore products.

[electric-powered-moofingham]

Session Number 5 in the Chronicles of the Epic Adventures of "Dice to Food."

Where we last left off, we were recovering from the vision of darkness and hell, bestowed upon us by Grog. LANDIC MUSE, Head of the College of Magic, and all in all, self-important guy, demanded what in the world was going on. And promptly denied any explanation for our babbling of our Vision of Balor. We pushed him further, and finally got him to admit that this "Balor" we saw, wasn't a singular entity, but rather a term for a Demon General. We were thrilled. (Spoiler: Not Thrilled.)

LANDIC MUSE advised us to go to Speak with Lord Dosh Five Paddles, lord of the city for more information, and to perhaps, beginning to rally the troops for apparently on coming battle that we were fated to have. We insisted on seeing the library that the college had, seeking more information. A perception check of...well, 11, from our Druid gave us the critical information that there was indeed.... A librarian. Who our Fighter immediately started to flirt with. While the library didn't have much, and she advised us to seek out books held in the Nobles collection of the city, we did scan a demon bible which gave us a summary of at least some of the occupants of the Hells.

We headed to the northern part of the city, to find Lord Dosh's place. Which was Big, Fancy and...full of Bats? And bat like things. It was....unexpected to say the least. Alfred Pennyworth, the butler greeted us and brought us to Lord Dosh, a dwarf, as Dosh's silent Paladin bodyguard Geric Blackwood hovered nearby.

Between LANDIC MUSE and Dosh, they concluded that perhaps the best form of action was to look into learning how to seal a Portal from the Demon land, less Balor be released on the world. We learned of a tomb called "The Book of Binding", held by Paladins in a temple two days from the City, not far from the fishing village of Halen. We were given directions, as well as Gary the Mailbat to be used as communication between us and Lord Dosh. Geric promised to start building up the guard and we set out on our way.

As we made to leave, our ranger left us, citing a task she had to do, and promised to meet us in Halen. (aka - our Ranger couldn't be there in real life.) So, without our Ranger, we carried on.

Suddenly we heard the sounds of battle ahead. Further up the road, following the shoreline a group of bandits were attacking a convoy of wagons. And so we did, as a group of adventurers are known to do. Wreck them. One bandit fled, and turned into a crab and escaped by sea, while other turned into a weretiger, but he and the rest of his comrades did not survive for long. They died, "For the Zodiac."  Examining their packs...and remains, we found the symbols of a fish, rat and dog. As saw to the farmers, they told us that the Zodiac gang had been raiding the supply lines for ages. We dropped a mental pin to that, for a future sidequest.

We camped for the night, and a bat came to use with a letter from the Librarian to our Fighter. A Private Correspondence if you will. The next morning we awoke to the screams of "Help!" echoing up from a small lake not far from our camp. We made to the water, and heard splashing but couldn't see through the mists. I, our cleric, cleared it with gusts of wind to see...nothing. And yet the screams of help continued.

Cue the next 20 minutes of us chaotically attempting to figure out what was happening which in short ended up being: a)A screaming frog, b)who ended up getting shot out of irritation, which c)burped out a gold circlet in its death throes, but not before d) poisoning two of our party while they attempted to kiss it. It was either our greatest or worse moment.

Soon after we made it to Halen village, where far overhead the Paladin temple lurked atop a high cliff. We were greeted by Spatten, the leader, who was actively training 10 men to be... well, warriors, we guessed. Not that they looked very strong. Apparently, Spatten's wife had been kidnapped and turned into a pig by a Hag that lived in the forest to the North east. These men intended on getting her back.... which, once again, being a group of adventurers, dropped a pin into that moment, and promised to pay the Hag a visit the next day. Meanwhile, as this conversation had happened, I, the Cleric, had noticed a man, violently ill in a nearby house and paid him a visit, see if I could heal him.

While I treated him, he revealed stories about the seemingly quiet town. Spatten apparently was quite the mean drunk. And then there was Doff, son of Plog who despised his brother Goff for something that had happened. something was a foot. The ill man, rewarded me with a gold and platinum scimitar, which he said was a great family heirloom, which he insisted I take. As I left and examined it, it turned out to be nothing more than a fake....but a very very good one. (Though, when I returned to check on him the next day, he had passed in the night. Allergic reaction to the medicine. Whoops.)

I returned to find the rest of my party in the tavern. , where we proceeded to eavesdrop on a conversation between Spatten and Doff. There was a deed to the house that was stolen by his brother, who became a farmer to raise pigs - which was weird for a fishing village - that he demanded to have back. We, overhearing this, silently agreed to check this situation out, dropping our last pin of the session, before heading off to bed for the night.

And so we had our tasks at hand: A Hag, A Hog Farmer, Zodiacs and Paladins!