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Brutrumukk

"Cheers." Brutrumukk said in grateful response to Jub's magic drying his things. As they continued on, Brutrumukk decided that since he'd be staying like this for a time, he might as well take stock of what he had gained from this. If nothing else, it would take his mind off what he'd lost for a time. After a moment of pondering himself, Brutrumukk realized three things about himself.

The first thing was that though the kind of cunning he was used to was no longer there, Brutrumukk realized that it hadn't left him. Rather, it had changed. Instead of having a good mind for stealth, he now had a mind that could more easily shrug off magic. Something that could come in handy if he ran into that kenku again... Assuming of course that he ran into it again before turning back into a bugbear, that is.

The second thing was that while he was no longer proficient in stealth, he could tell there was still something he could do to aid his sneaking efforts. But he didn't know exactly what that was just yet. He knew he'd find out once he had a bit of fleece though.

Finally, there was something he had noticed the moment he'd woken up, but had been too caught up in the horror of his transformation to actually take in until now. When he heard the sounds that were being made by small creatures, he could understand the gist of what those sounds were meant to convey.

Brutrumukk knew that final thing was the racial ability that most forest gnomes favored above all. Forest gnomes loved animals and often kept squirrels, badgers, rabbits, moles, woodpeckers, and other creatures as beloved pets... Where did that come from?

Brutrumukk was certain he hadn't known that before. He took a moment to ponder his mind and realized that there were quite a few things in there that he didn't know before. Turning into a gnome had made him more intelligent!

Sensing an opportunity in this, Brutrumukk searched through these newfound pieces of trivia to see if he knew a way to turn himself back. Sadly, he new knowledge offered no easy solutions. Even the spell that had changed him into this was beyond Jub's current ability. And even if it were, there was no guarantee it would turn him back into a bugbear. The only way out was to get someone powerful enough to wish him back to normal to do so without fucking him over. The hag remained his best bet to a speedy solution.

Brutrumukk was pulled from his thoughts by the sight of a skiff moving back and forth between a pair of docks without anyone on it to make it go. "That boat don't got no one steerin' it." Brutrumukk remarked to Jub. "So I'm sure no one'll mind if we change that."

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Hmmm…
Roll either a History or Arcana check.

@Guardian Angel Haruki

I just remembered that Brutrumukk is now slightly smarter thanks to being a gnome. Would a 15 reveal anything?

The Clowns of Valerith

Miss Light

'Don thy cloak. Thou shalt go to the bar.'

Arkerym's orders were - as they always were - concise, to the point, and utterly lacking in an explanation as to why he gave them. Miss Light had long since learned that she would get more of an explanation from following the order than questioning it, so she took up her cloak, draped it over her shoulders, clasped it tight around her, and pulled up the hood to hide the colorful garb that lay beneath. What few customers that were still present after the latest show, lifted their tankards to her as she passed by in appreciation of the entertainment she had provided for them. Soon enough, Miss Light emerged out into the bar.

'The woman holding the books. Thou shalt... hold.'

Miss Light did as instructed and held. As she held, she heard the woman make mention mention the Legion of Needles and Thorns. 'The Legion of Needles and Thorns?' Miss Light thought to herself. 'Who are they that inspire such scorn?'

'Concern thyself not with the irrelevant. Thou shalt observe the genasi.'

Miss Light's eyes swept over the room, quickly settling on the watery woman who was now approaching the book woman. 'Who is she?' Miss light queried her patron.

'I know her face. Thou shalt observe the genasi.'

Despite the unsatisfying answer Arkerym gave, Miss light knew pressing him for more details would be a futile effort. So instead she continued to watch as the genasi bumped into the woman with a poorly hidden intent to spill the woman's papers and peruse their contents. 'Clumsy.' Miss Light thought to herself as she watched the genasi offer to buy the woman a drink.

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@Guardian Angel Haruki

Could Arkerym use the help action give Miss Light advantage on the History check?

The Clowns of Valerith

Understood. Part one of my gripe is retracted.

Edit: Also, HYPE FOR THE FIRST POST! WOOOOOOOO!

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@Gordian Nought
What typographic ruminations do your fingers possess regarding your character and Miss Light?

@Aqutanama
Can't say I'm 100% sure how your guy will fit in with the rest of the party. His support of the ban on fun would do nothing to ingratiate himself to the others. Nor will the fact that he isn't a clown.

Also, why did you use Mr. The One Piece Is Real! as a faceclaim for a guy you described as 'sickly and lanky'? That's pretty much the complete opposite of what the picture shows.

Blossom Hill High: the Fanime Fate game

Not quite sure just yet.

Blossom Hill High: the Fanime Fate game

Count me in.

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I doubt the chores will be what she actually wants in exchange for something like what Brutrumukk is seeking.

@Lurking Krog

I know that.