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"All right then. Everyone sleep tonight, and say your goodbyes tomorrow. Grumph and I will move the corpses, then tend to our own farewells. Meet back here at this same time tomorrow night," Thistle told them. "We'll loot the bodies and be on our way." "The words that start every great adventure,"
Just try to understand that sometimes it is better to see a thing destroyed, rather than ruined.”
Grumph let out a harrumph, which indicated either that he was unharmed and waiting patiently for a new opportunity to arise, or that a sparrow had shit in his porridge.
“The one in the middle is an elder; he’s tasked with figuring out which pieces of loot have the most value. Those go in the storage building. Bits that are useful, but not expensive, are given out to others in the camp that can use them. The things going back into the cart are for the other scavenger teams to split up, based on who needs what. When they sell the expensive items at market in a few weeks, everyone will get a cut,” Gabrielle explained.
“Goblins don’t think like that. They regard everyone in the tribe as one big party, and believe in a system of equal treasure sharing,” Gabrielle informed him.
Eric, in a show of either cunning or stupidity (the difference between the two being an idea works or not) elected to go the one direction that no one was paying attention to.
“I promise to serve you,” Thistle promptly replied. “Really? That’s it? I mean, I don’t get many of these, and I thought you’d put a little more theatricality into it,” Grumble, well, grumbled.
“Oh, mighty Grumble, god of minions and henchmen, overseer of them who keep the world running, yet remain overlooked, I pledge myself to your service, and swear to uphold your standards while glorifying your name.” “Much better,” Grumble said with a smile. “Welcome to my service, Thistle the Paladin.”
“Different gods have different rules. Given that minions constantly have to lie to their master, if only to assuage their egos and assure them they’re brilliant and unbeatable, I doubt Grumble objects much to an occasional fib. Still, I find lying to be more dangerous than expertly telling the truth, so I avoid it whenever possible.”
The training area was set up where the tournament would actually be held, since putting together two structures to serve the same purpose would be at the level of idiotic redundancy reserved for the highest halls of government.
One demon, perhaps, he might have been able to slay, with his new magic and Grumble’s blessings. Two would have certainly killed him. Four made what he planned seem so staggeringly stupid that part of him wondered why he was standing there.
Adventurers, however, were under no such moral obligations, and rushed into battle with the sort of enthusiasm one only finds in idiots, champions, and the unapologetically suicidal.
“Oh no, we’ll probably die in the process, but since that’s been the situation for so long now, it hardly seemed worth mentioning,” Thistle said. His words rang true — truer than they’d been intended, likely — and the others had to admit that the constant threat of death was such a persistent companion, it almost felt like they should get it a horse.
players are part of the package that comes with GMing. As for the dice thing, I have absolutely no idea what that was, but weird stuff happens all the time. I heard on the news that last week, a whole bunch of birds fell out of the sky for no reason, and I’ve got a cousin that still swears up and down he met an actual god on a vacation. There’s tons of unexplained crap out there, and I’m not going to give up my favorite hobby because of one weird incident.”
