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Gamble forgets about his crossbow for a moment, as he sees that he has a golden opportunity. He drops his crossbow to his side and reaches into the tent to grab his spell component pouch. Pulling out a small pat of butter, and rubbing it between his fingers, the gnome's bardic magic begins...

"A wolf, eh? Where did it run off to?" Gamble peers over the rock, and is annoyed that he can't see beyond the limited range of the campfire. "This will not do at all," he says as he begins channeling the arcane energy needed to cast his bard spells. Suddenly, a radius of light expands outward...

"What's going on?" Sorry to get in your way, Lissa.

Gamble's body jerks awake, as the gnome is startled by the kobold's shouts, and the other noises that accompany it. The bard acts quickly, reaching over to grab his nearby crossbow and whatever ammunition is closest at hand, thinking Damn, I knew I should have kept it loaded. Unable to stand up...

"I'll take some of that," says Gamble eagerly. He thoroughly enjoys the stew, and is more than happy to wash it down with some fine brandy. He takes care to limit his alcohol intake, however, as he would like to avoid waking up hungover two mornings in a row. After dinner he takes a few minutes...

"We have two arcane spellcasters, and we both need a full 8 hours of sleep. We'll have to manage tonight's watch order carefully." Gamble begins counting off on his fingers as they walk, "There are four of us, and Nyra can guard us as well, so that makes for five watches, maybe with a few...

Gamble shakes his head. "Well, what do you know. I knew Jocyn and Holgast were up to something this morning." He turns to the others. "Holgast was here. And Lissa is probably right... probably by request of the mayor."

"Let's try this again." Seeing that Snaggle and Joseph are still battling the orcs, Gamble realizes he has failed again. "In that case." Gamble focuses on the still transparent orcs, summons forth his bardic powers, and tries to understand what type of illusion he and his allies are dealing...

"So they are fake. There must be a caster nearby, do you think?" Free Action: Speak (15 syllables).

"Hmmm..." posits Gamble, as the music quiets, and he begins his a series of dramatic flourishes intended to distract him and his allies from the illusions, but also help them overcome them. "Watch me, please!" He stretches both arms far out to his side, and with a slow, exaggerated motion...

The harmonica performance continues to sweep up and down the forest trail, filling this part of the Fangwood with inspiring music, and making an odd accompaniment to the battle cries and orc grunts. You notice that the performance somehow seems to incorporate several more instrument types than...

Gamble smiles and pulls out his harmonica. As he masterfully plays his instrument, arcane energy surges into the bodies of him and his allies. harmonica jam - YouTube Move Action: Retrieve harmonica. Standard Action: Start bardic performance (inspire courage +1, audible). Free Action: Monster...

Doublepost by accident. But this is going to be fun. I hope you also take time to check out the harmonica video.

Gamble will strap on his buckler (you never know). Since we can't all walk four abreast, the gnome prefers to walk in the back where he can best make use of his ranged attacks and spellcasting. I won't regale the party with my harmonica skills just yet, so it stays stowed, along with my weapons...

“If it is not too much trouble, good sir. Otherwise, I'm afraid I might slow us down.” Gamble is eager to get started as well, and follows the others out of town.

Gamble cheerfully greets everyone and returns their introductions. He is also happy to share with them his theories about the mayor and the ceremony. He thinks that that mayor has sent some villagers ahead to prepare some type of "challenge" at the tomb. He hasn't quite yet worked out what this...

I'm getting the impression that Snaggle tends to avoid most of the town's activities, ongoings, and residents, and that this ritual is an unusual outlier for him. Anyways, when we get a chance, I'll have Gamble relay all his suspicions to the other party members.

Gamble looks at the mayor with mocking incredulity, "And let down this fine town. Never."

Gamble doesn't really believe him, but decides to leave it alone for now. He would really like to take time to poke around town for more information about what might be going on, but gathering information from the townsfolk usually takes anywhere between one to four hours, and Gamble is loathe...

“Well, actually...” Gamble begins carefully, "What was it that you and Holgast were up to when I walked up?"