[@Lurking Krog] [@Birdboy] [@XxFellsingxX]
"Hmm..." The moonshiner hummed as he considered the request. "...Well you did lend a helpin' hand with that attack." He said after a moment. "Alright. How does a hundred gold fer yer entire shoppin' list sound?"

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[@Guardian Angel Haruki]
"Two pots of the powdered silver." Lucas confirmed as he took the gold and produced the silver. "Thank you for your purchase, madam. Was there anything else you wished to buy?"

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[@LostDestiny]
"Of course." The leader of the highwaymen said. "A wagon and two draft horses would cost you a hundred and thirty five gold and let you lug around four thousand eight hundred pounds of people and prizes. That sound agreeable to you?"

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[@Cao the Exiled]
Darkness, silence, and cold. That was all that Plasm knew once the blinding light and the searing heat subsided along with the din of battle. Plasm could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing. How long Plasm had been in that nothingness for, there was no way of telling. Moments? Months? A year? A lifetime? It was impossible to tell. But it didn't last forever. A tiny light appeared in the darkness, and with it a mote of warmth. Drawing closer to the source of these new stimuli, Plasm would find a hole in the darkness no larger than an inch in diameter. Through which glimpses of the outside world could be caught. A way out! With but a moment of work, Plasm was free of the darkness and back in the highwayman campsite.

"Sister!" A voice called out in joyous bliss. If Plasm cared to look, the source of the voice would be found to be a disheveled male svirfneblin with a pickaxe in his hands, a crazed look in his eyes, and no clothes on his body. A pair of highwaymen were grappling the deep gnome, pulling him away from Plasm's proximity. "Juiblex sees you! Juiblex knows you!" The gnomish nudist exclaimed. "JuIbLeX lOvEs YoU!" With those final words, the svirfneblin turned into a misty cloud. The pickaxe he held clattered to the ground as the mist rose into the air, climbing higher and higher until it was eventually too far up to be seen.

"By the gods..." One of the highwaymen said as he watched the gaseous form float away.

"Are you ok?" The other highwayman asked Plasm. "When he took that pickaxe to your face, we thought he was trying to kill you." He gestured towards the bedroll Plasm had been lying down on. A heat hardened husk of Plasm's form during the fight lay there still, its face bearing the hole through which Plasm escaped the darkness.

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As a welcome back gift to [@Cao the Exiled], Plasm receives the Liquid Movement feature of the Demonic Boon of Juiblex.

As an action, this creature can move up to 20 feet through spaces no more than an inch in diameter. It must end this movement in a space that can accommodate its full size. Otherwise, it takes 5 force damage and returns to the space where it began this movement.
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