The Journal of Flossin Javits

Campaign: Lankhmar

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Miracle Gro
Flossin knew he had perfected a combination of plants, flowers, and oils that resulted in rapid growth of his flowers. Within minutes corn would grow from a seedling to knee high tassels. He wondered how this would affect a living thing with perhaps less chlorophyll. After falling through the bank vault into the sewers, he knew he would need something to help him get back up out of the hole. This was his chance. He quickly mixed a piece of creeping Kletch vine, a crushed crocus flower, and expensive essential oils from a giant black orchid.

He could feel Gerry smiling in his head. They gave a nod, and Flossin swallowed the mixture. The test was quite astringent and initially he wasn't sure if he could keep it down. His stomach settled, and his feet doubled in size. He ankles plumped into giant cankles, reminding him of April's mother. A shudder at the thought, and his calves grew into huge rippling muscles the size of hams. His quads became tree trunks, and his whole body grew two full feet. Finally, his ears felt plugged, and as he cleared the pressure, he heard a "pop" and his head became proportional to the rest of his body.

It Felt Great To Be Big! Flossin towered over his friends and could feel life flowing through him. His strength felt nearly endless. He felt almost invincible. This was the physical manifestation of Gerry's favor. He never wanted to feel small again. Hmm...maybe a little geranium root might make this mixture even better. In the back of his head Gerry smiled, pulled their fedora lower on their head, and puffed on a thin stemmed pipe.

Thanks Granny!
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Just a quiet dinner
Umberto, I have been putting this off for quite some time, but I guess it is time to introduce you to my parents. They have invited me over for dinner, and suggested I bring a "friend." I know they want me to bring their merchant friends daughter, but instead I thought you might like to accompany me. Now I have to warn you, my parents have never traveled outside of Lankhmar. They are simple folk who have never wanted to travel or undertake an adventure. Deep down they are good people, but they can be a bit obtuse at times.

Umberto of course agrees happily. "Flossin, I would be honored to meet your family. I am sure your parents are lovely people." When we open the door, my mother's face brightens when she sees me. Umberto steps out from behind me, and the smile on her face becomes fixed.

"Mother, I would like to introduce you to my business partner and friend, Umberto." She nods politely and tries to recover herself. She ushers us in to the house and turns to Umberto. Speaking in a slow, loud voice, she half shouts "I...MADE...CHICKEN...AND...PO-TAY-TOES...DO...YOU...KNOW...PO-TAY-TOES?" Umberto smiles his most ingratiating smile while inside I am cringing. "Of course, madam, potatoes are one of my favorite foods from this area. In fact, our store has over 5 varieties of potatoes to choose from should you be interested in growing some." My mother is taken aback by his fluent and eloquent language.

At the dinner table, Dad decides to jump into the conversation. He spends 15 minutes talking about his shop. He starts by trying to explain what shoes are. Umberto nods happily, apparently paying rapt attention, even though I find the interaction horribly condescending. Thankfully, Umberto has mountains of patience, and tolerates explaining that indeed in Kletch they do have things like shoes, houses, roofs, and streets. Gerry give me strength. As dinner winds down, I hope that meeting Umberto gives my family a bit of perspective and changes some of their feelings about other cultures.

As Umberto and I leave, he invites my family to his house next time for dinner. He tells my parents that his sisters make the best Kletchian delicacies, Roasted tarantula over boiled cassava, citrus ants and rice, and caramelized sparrow tongues. My parents both turn pale and give non-committal responses. It is all I can do to not roll on the floor with laughter. As we are walking down the street back to the shop I turn to Umberto "Roasted tarantula? Where do you come up with this?" Umberto laughs loudly, "I thought they would be disappointed to know that Chicken, rice, are the primary dishes of Kletch."
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Flossin's big journey
After finding The Book of Amazing Spells and setting fire to the library, Flossin fled Lankhmar. He left a quick note for family, and headed south. He ventured to Quarmall, city of wizards. There he consulted the learned sorcerers and mages of the city. The book turned out to be more of a hoax than a tome of power. He was told that most of the spells within were of minimal power or written incorrectly. Crestfallen, Flossin decided to stay in the city to learn spellcasting.

Flossin studied with the wizards in Quarmall for the year, learning white magic, herbology, and how to release a possessed spirit without destroying it.

While living in Quarmall, he had a brief love affair with a fellow member of the sorcery guild. Her name was Evelyn, a petite woman of similar age, with Mingol features. Flossin initially captured her interest by growing a new type of lotus flower. Unfortunately, things ended a few months later due to intermittent "performance" issues. Flossin eventually returned to Lankhmar when he ran low on money.

A friend of his from Quarmall, a dark-skinned young man from Klesh, named Umberto, accompanied Flossin. Umberto is also interested in plants, and he and Flossin opened a small greenhouse/flower shop in Lankhmar. Umberto is interested in seeing the strangeness of Lankhmar, but also keeps trying to marry Flossin off to one of his sisters (he has seven.)
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A Piece of Cake
Flossin was sure that the upcoming job would be easy. Gerry seemed to think things would turn out all right. While he didn't find a turtle, he was sure that Foosten would be at the party. Flossin and the rest would grab him before he could cause trouble, and voila they would be the heroes of the city. Piece of cake. Of course, it never occurred to Flossin that Foosten might not show up to this shindig. So when the trouble started, he did the best he could with what he had. I guess it turned out ok in the end. Even if the house didn't get set on fire, or he didn't get to ride a war turtle through the garden. Better luck next time.
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A simple job
What could be simpler, roll the drunk, take the potion, and deliver the package. Easy money. But then the old man, the ghoul, and Genet had to get cold feet. So now instead of easy peasy, we have some complicated plan that we are trying to enact at the party. At least that dame that jumped us was stragihtforward. Not sure what changed her mind to work with us, but hey, that's why having a friend with sorcery is kind of convenient. However, if someone is going through the trouble to kill for that potion, maybe it would be best if I don't have it on my person. That way if the do manage to take me out, I can at least get the last laugh that it will be all for naught. Rafe is out, same with Margon, things didn't go well the last time Tyla held something for us. That leaves Genet. I bet he has a place where he keeps his stash.
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