"I, the PlumpHelmetMan, follower of mushrooms, state, that considering there would be a place for Carlos tools of mass entertainment, then, it would be definitely this part, we walk on, in which we talk about fungal secrets."
"And now back to Bay news..." said Superdorf, "I've framed this blissful rendering of mine, and declared it my official portrait. Next generation of Watchers will know me as this brave grinning dwarf, praising where praise is needed. Thank you, Q'uaksna."
Q'uaksna shed it's magical salty tear. "These news are welcome. I am glad you like this particular piece of art..."
"And to another news... Would you guess what happened to me? I found this ancient scroll, but it was a mere distraction, fabricated by some mushroom punks, slowing down the whole excavation!"
"Q'uaksna I like your drawings.
🍄" spoke the Wizard, with terrible and awesome voice.
Q'uaksna was successfully perpetually flattered, throwing it in never-ending loop of appeasement. Because it was treated so well, it decided to take a look around.
"Hey, there it is! The third volume!"
"So, if I get this correctly, someone created these scrolls of prophecies that map our very acts in this shroomic place?" asked Strik3r. "That's too good to be true! Great work finding it!"
"I tell you openly, this Mushroom knowledge is true blessing. It will certainly be praised in the Bay forever... Just few words of the Wizard, and everything has changed... Was it his plan? Was it determined by fate?"
"
Is this real.... Is this a decoy....
Mushrooms... Caps...
Spores... Come to me!!!" H
ahahaha!!! Am I mad, bored, or..."
"This is the best place of all the Bay!" proclaimed King Zultan. "And likewise, thanks Q'uaksna, for uncovering these lost prophecies, for they talk about me as well! And Superdorf! We need to get army of Plump Helmet Men! That's what we want to do!"
"Okay! Your mushroom man rolls to make an inspiring speech..."
"But fails, for he has no mouth! Sooooo?"
"If we can't recruit the army, we must become one with them!" said Strik3r. "Find tavern, and drink all the plump wine!
Absorb them!"
"Fine! Let's find a tavern... Hop, hop, hop! If you can't help 'em, eat 'em... Eh... Do them one last favour. Hop past all the weird statues... Dwarves... And... This way..."
Superdorf got lost on his own game board.
"Here I hear, voices... Lots of elves! That's the trade depot... I think..."
"And this is tavern! There is a tavern keeper... You roll to ask for a beverage... You fail!"
"Q'uaksna, I told you before, I have no dice!" said Spriggans. "So what would happen if I rolled a halved mushroom, eh?"
Hard to say if consumption of beer gave him these interesting ideas, or his cats, barely holding together, falling one after one.
"Well? What does this mean?"
"Did you add your modifiers?
One cut in half becomes two. Half landed on the ground is one, plus your charisma and any ranks you have in knowledge (mycology).
The hyphae instantaneously work into the earth it landed on, bursting white threads reaching for knowledge in the depths, equally as fast the threads burst from the ground before you, they spiral around eachother tightening and thickening into a quarterstaff, the white staff now stands upright blueish stains climb three quarters up the staff and the head is bulbous and irregular with life.
Eat your Mushrooms.""O Wizard, how can you be so wise? I waited my whole life for this... We all were!"
"We need to steal the wine in order to get through hard fungal day. If you can't pay and get it, just get it!" proposed King Zultan.