>SVENLOTH: Spot check



You look at this BABY BIRD of a human being and deduce he is not the Quest-Giver, based on his CREEPY EYE and PAINT THINNER smell. Granted, you've never met a Quest-Giver, but this guy gives you the HEEBIE-JEEBIES. He probably cavorts with DWARVES too.



I think we should leaves this spooky mans be. He smells like the, how you say, strap of the man's, the underclothings straps what for to keeps your, eh, snausage warm, you know? The, belt, how you say, of the athletical underpants, ya? Jockstrap I think is called. For to play the footsball games and other such things like that.

You awaken with a fuzzy head and no recollection of the TOTALLY DANK NOCTURNAL OCCURRENCES of the previous night. All you remember is taking a single sip of a strange AMBER WATER and passing out shortly after. You vaguely recall someone calling it APPLE JUICE. Nevertheless, you decide to go out with your PARTY in search of ADVENTURE.
Along the way, your party comes across a WRINKLED, TINY FLESH BEING that oddly reminds you of your estranged AUNT KEVIN. Must be the SMELL. Perhaps this SQUISHY HOOMAN can aid you?

>Diplomacy Check: FAIL

Maybe you should let someone else handle this...

HISH: contemplate stabbing



You silently observe the SMALL STENCH MAMMAL as your companions interact with it. Your first thought is to DEMONSTRATE your IMPRESSIVE COLLECTION but noticing that nothing about the MAMMAL or its HABITAT looks LUXURIOUS, even including the TARP DECORATION you decide against it. Surely he would not appreciate a GOOD POLISHED KNIFE even if it STABBED him in the EYE. You instead elect to INTRODUCE YOURSELF.

HISH: hiss

Your REPTILIAN FRIEND is preventing you from speaking to the FRAIL, INSULTINGLY WEAK OLD MAN other people have dubbed "the QUEST-GIVER". To speak to the OLD MAN, you must attempt to move the SCALY FELLOW out of the way.

Last night festivities still dance in your head, which is a fancy way of saying you're pretty sure you are still a bit pissed. Against your better judgement you decide that it would be a good idea to look at your DEBUFF BAR even though you loath it with intensity

Gagiblox: Open DEBUFF CHART



Upon opening your surprisingly sparse DEBUFF BAR today you come to realize that you're still drunk or at least hung over. Apparently whatever collection of various foreign fluid you invited into your body last night are still having their effect on your penalty descriptions because you're not even sure what your PISSED status is talking about. You briefly consider the implications that the other two have but being IMMENSELY CONFIDENT in yourself you do the brave thing and hide away your issues and pretend they don't exist.

Gagiblox: Be tomormented by DEBUFFS



Agast. It seems your annoying DEBUFFS refused to be contained by the mere confines of your bar and have escaped to torment you in the form of POORLY CLEANED UP, STANDARD, UNINSPIRED GAME NOTIFICATIONS. A flurry of thoughts march into your skull as you are literally bitten by your personal foils. All of them being about how stupid you must look to the party of freaks you want to impress. Especially considering that they can't see your own debuffs.

Gagiblox: Stumble to the group. Playing off your stunts with wooshing sounds and false mysticism.