A pixie's number journey (Moore)

[Nephrite]

Under normal circumstances I'd say "Anything out of the ordinary" so maybe instead I'll say "anything ordinary."

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100+8 Trusting Limbo, eh?
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100+8 Trusting Limbo, eh? --> [ 1d100=67 ]{75}

You go on a ways, through wild nature and shapeless matter. Eventually you come on a single boulder floating in empty air, surrounded by ice in one direction and sand in the other. Here sits a single gray slaad, intensely watching you as you approach.

[Nephrite]

The last time he greeted any slaad it didn't go well, but maybe he's learned a thing or two since then... He raises a hand in greeting. "Greetings and salutations." He says, hoping that doesn't cause a horrible problem.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100+8 Trusting Limbo, eh?
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100+8 Trusting Limbo, eh? --> [ 1d100=45 ]{53}

For whatever reason, the slaad points at both of you and screams. "Yellow mudworms!" he declares, "Run!"

[Nephrite]

"That always seems to happen..." Moore says with a look over at Baleruk.

Is it actually running?

[Anastasia]

The slaad's upper body breaks off and runs to the left and the slaad's lower body breaks away and runs to the right.

Baleruk watches with disinterest, "Coward," he  mutters, "YELLOW MUDWORNS WILL BOW TO ME LIKE ALL OTHERS!"

[Nephrite]

"What's a yellow mudworm?" Moore asks. "Oh well, no sense but to just go all in." Moore decides to check the boulder out, both for magic and anything else of any interest at all.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100+8 Trusting Limbo, eh?
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100+8 Trusting Limbo, eh? --> [ 1d100=55 ]{63}

It's a boulder. There's no magic, but you do notice there's a seam down the middle, as of it were stitched together like clothing.

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks and flies over to the seam and gestures for Baleruk. "Do you think there's anything inside?"

[Anastasia]

Baleruk's answer is to tear open the seam with his claw.

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=50 ]{50}

Within is a brown liquid...is that gravy? It smells like gravy. Baleruk sniffs and then gets a bit on his claw, licking it off. "That bastard," Baleruk rumbles. "That cowardly cur! Abandoning this so freely! What manner of slaad abandons food?"

[Nephrite]

"They can never seem to take my greetings in stride." Moore says with a bit of a sigh. He does try the gravy, though.

[Anastasia]

It's a rich, beefy gravy. It's rather tasty despite a few flecks of something hard in it. Pebbles, perhaps?

[Nephrite]

"Well, it isn't too bad, at least." Moore says with a shrug as he decides to continue past the gravy boulder. "Come, let's find a treasure feast."

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100+8
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100+8 --> [ 1d100=61 ]{69}

You travel on a short time. You are soon lost in a thick forest, with a purple sun and white sky shining overhead. A forest of pine trees that grow strange, meaty fruits. As you walk through this - somehow Baleruk passes as well, despite being far too large for the paths - you hear feminine giggling ahead.

[Nephrite]

No time like the present to investigate the giggling! Moore heads in that direction. It's surely not a fey... do slaad even giggle? -Can- they? ...-Should- they?