Gearing up (Moore, Ithea)

[Anastasia]

Before anyone can say anything else, "Quite right!" The human-sized slaad shouts, "Behold, my farming friends!" He points towards the party, the other slaad all taking a look.

> roll 1d100 slaad reactions
<Kobot> Super_Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d100 slaad reactions --> [ 1d100=91 ]{91}
> roll 1d100 slaad reactions
<Kobot> Super_Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d100 slaad reactions --> [ 1d100=28 ]{28}

"Yes!" The first blue slaad cries in Draconic, "I can plant turnips on the anarch!"

The second stares at the party before breaking down in screaming sobs. "I AM NOT A FOOD OR FOOD BASED PRODUCT! I AM NOT! NO NO NO! DAMN YOU!" It howls in Sylvan, before picking up a hoe and brandishing it like a sword. "I call for war!"

The third blue slaad merely looks ahead at the party, licking its lips long and slow. Over and over again.

The fourth blue slaad studies them, rubbing it's chin before it holds up a finger and says in Abyssal, "I resign." The slaad promptly falls apart into hundreds of common frogs, a swarm of them that breaks apart in every direction, fleeing.

The fifth slaad studies them all carefully, then in Common, "Oh, you met Renbuu! Oh my chaos, isn't he horrifying? Can you BELIEVE that smock he wore when he tried to visit Oberon last century? Not even an archon would be caught wearing that, dearies."

The sixth blinks slowly, ever so slowly. It cocks its head to the side, "Eat?" It asks in a single word of Ignan, to which the gray slaad shakes his head. "Not food yet. Not ripe. We can only trust what we grow ourselves."

[Nephrite]

Well, no time like the present.

Moore waves at the slaad, although he can't wave at all the frogs, but so it goes. "Hello and greetings!" He calls out. He figures he'll try something boring and traditional, it just might work!

Maybe something a bit more random would work? Hmm...

[Merc]

"Huh, good eyesight on them," Ithea mutters.

More loudly, she calls out, "Hello, my farming friends! Hello!" she calls out to the gray slaad first, then turns to the others in turn.

"Turnips are out of season, you'd best wait!" (Draconic)

"You cannot make war on an empty stomach!" (Sylvan)

She skips any statements for the third, instead she simply gestures with two fingers at her eyes, then at the slaad, then switches to a fist with a thumb out and makes a cutting gesture around her neck while giving it a focused flat stare.

"If you'd like a job now that you're unemployed, we'll consider hiring you! Do you have a resume?" (Abyssal)

"He seemed rather colorful fellow, I thought! He may have heard about that social snafu and in embarrassment given up all forms of clothing. He seemed quite taken with wearing nothing but a birthday suit last we met." (Common)

"Baleruk's fault. Don't ask," she mutters quietly afterwards to her companions in case they're wondering about that last bit."

Finally, the sixth one. "He's right, you know. Your stomach would burst." (Ignan)

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100 slaad reaction
<Kobot> Super_Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d100 slaad reaction --> [ 1d100=88 ]{88}
> roll 1d100+88 slaad reaction that's the magic number, 88. Since Limbo's numerological number is 8.
<Kobot> Super_Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d100+88 slaad reaction that's the magic number, 88. Since Limbo's numerological number is 8. --> [ 1d100=39 ]{127}

Sorry Ithea, your reply got pre-empted by Moore there.

"AAAAAAH!" As one, the slaad stare and scream at Moore. In a burst, all of them explode out into radishes and potatoes. Hundreds of them now litter the field instead of slaad. The potatoes and radishes then leap up and run away in all directions.

[Nephrite]

Moore turns to Ithea and then back at the various vegetables.

"Did I offend them?"

[Merc]

"Apparently," Ithea says gobsmacked. "Right, next time, let me do the talking with any slaad we see. I'm pretty sure if they hadn't been screaming over my response, they'd at least not have split."

[Nephrite]

Moore rubs his chin. "I wonder if it's something I can't see... well, anyway, should we take anything they were making back for study, or just leave it here?"

[Merc]

"Well, if there's anything left, I don't see why not. At the worst, maybe 27 will pick up a farming hobby when I'm not around," Ithea says as she starts walking towards where the slaads were gathered to see if anything is left to be pulled up or such.

[Nephrite]

Moore will look around too! He'll also cast Detect Magic, since, surely, this is magical in nature, right?

[Merc]

Detect Magic from Ithea as well.

[Anastasia]

Stille and Crystal both stare at the spectacle of the slaads, the former finally finding words. "Well then," he says with a jaunty smile, "Shall we continue on?"

Meanwhile Ithea and Moore detect magic. There is no magic to detect.

[Merc]

Anything spotted by visual inspection? Any vegetables in the ground or such, even non-magical ones?

[Anastasia]

Ithea can see all the planted corn and wheat. Looks normal enough.

[Merc]

Ithea grabs some of the corn and wheat and sticks it in her bag of holding. A gift for 27 later on!

"Sure, let's move on."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and will continue on!