Daily Free-Write October 31, 2021: Castles and Crinklebutts pt. 7 (Patreon)

Continuation of Daily Free-Write October 29, 2021 'Castles and Crinklebutts pt. 6'

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Krendall and squinted as he looked closer...

"Go ahead and roll a knowledge check," said Brandon. Krendall got a high roll and Brandon flipped through his notes to see if he could find what the door was supposed to say. "Nice Roll! Uh, hold on a sec... where is... oh!"

A piece of parchment with the translation on it was stuck to one of the pages with a piece of decorative tape. He carefully peeled it off and looked at the piece of paper quizzically. "Uh... here you go."

"Cool, man! Whoa..." Krendall admired the little note, which was scrawled with indecipherable runes on one side, and English on the other. "You even got it to look like an old inscription...."

"Hehe, yeah..." Brandon said, smiling and scratching the back of his head. "That was... all me..." The truth was, he didn't know what happened to the actual campaign he made. He suspected it had something to do with Muskarella and the magic of his wish. Krendall read the inscription to the group.

"It says... the little ones will stay detained until they have been potty trained?" Krendall looked around at the others assembled at the table. Bardswell, who was still stuck in his bear suit and could not convey any emotion one way or the other, just shrugged. Throbdor knitted his brows, but it was hard to say if he was concentrating on the inscription or the paci as he nukked on the rubber nipple. As for the two Kobolds, they were much too busy nuzzling their master and eyeing his loincloth for their next treat to care.

"Roll a discernment. Everyone," said Brandon.

"21," said Krendall.

"19," said Bardswell.

Throbdor held up nine fingers, having his mouth otherwise occupied.

"Okay, Throbdor, you don't notice anything. Bardswell and Krendall, you hear a noise from across the nursery. You can see in that direction three potty chairs in three different colors: Yellow, blue, and red.

"Oh boy," said Bardswell, "Here we go again."

Throbdor began cursing behind his paci. At least that's what everyone imagined he was doing as his face got red and he began stomping and gesticulating angrily.

"Take it easy, big guy," said Bardswell. "We've got it all under control. Let's just go to the potty chairs and take care of this training. It's gotta be a piece of cake, right?."

Throbdor was incensed, but he seemed to come to his senses. If that's how it was going to be, that's how it would have to be.

"Let's just hurry," said Krendall. As he looked up at the timer above him. He had been making the saving rolls on the last few potty checks, and he was worried his luck might soon run out.

As the party hurried across the nursery, Krendall did his best to avoid any objects in between him and the potty chairs. He was in a hurry, but he didn't want to run into any traps. Unfortunately, Throbdor wasn't so lucky. As he pushed ahead, the stroller he was pushing - with Bardswell still secured inside - hit the edge of a city streets play rug and ended up sending him straight toward a couple of rocking horses.

"Look out!" cried Krendall, but it was too late. Throbdor overreacted, trying to stop the stroller too quickly, and the stroller turned sideways before violently toppling on its side. Bardswell was well cushioned from the impact due to his plush padding, but Throbdor tumbled, his momentum carrying him right into the rocking horse.

"Oof!" he said, landing seated on the flat wooden 'saddle'. Dazed he grabbed the handles coming out of the head to help him stand up, and then he just started rocking.

"Hey, watch it, will you? I want to get out of here in one piece," said Bardswell, as he stood up and dusted his plush self off.

"Oh geez," said Krendall, hurrying over to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Bardswell replied, "I'm fine. I don't know about Mr. Hurry over here. "Come on, Throbdor, stop goofing off. I thought you were in a hurry!"

Throbdor continued to rock, seemingly unaware of his friends' requests. Then, he looked over to them and they saw the pleading look in his eyes.

"Uh, guys? I think something is wrong..." said Bardswell.

"Roll initiative!" said Brandon.