The Gnolls eyes narrow, caught somewhere between hope driven by desperation and disbelief. She barks quickly to her packmates and then returns quickly to the common tongue.<br/><br/>"You propose to know how to cure the madness of a God(dess)? Or do you propose that you can negate the memory draining powers of the River Styx? Gorellik has drunk deeply of those waters for generations. Powers draws their strength form from their worshipers, and when he first made Gnolls, there were many. Then the Giants came, and stole her children, and Gorellik rage till her anger was quelled. Then Lamashtu stole from his pack to fuel her ascent to become a<br/>Power herself, and seeing what remained of his pack, Gorellik was stunned. Finally, he was brought so low that the Demon<br/>Yeenoghu could creep in and claim the rest as his own, though they were never his to take. It was then that Gorellik wept, took this form, and drank of the Styx to forget the insults done to his name, but a God's memories cannot be obliviated so easily, so now the water is an opium for him, a sedative that destroys him while he indulges, and craves while he does not so that he can forgot what has been done. We are strong in weapons and faith, but these are not enough yet to break the madness' hold. Break that and we can have our Lady back!<br/><br/>"We have brought him/her here to be away from the posion waters, but these accursed bugbears have found some way to direct them towards us, and prevent our Lord from joining us in battle. Should you prevent them from doing so, we can drive them off. If you can prevent the memory loss, that is a truely powerful secret, worthy of being equal to the pack."<br/><br/>"Tell us what you mean and we will let you pass!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fyi, there is no further roll needed, just a rollplayed answer to the question.</div></div>