[KAUAI]The Rod of Seven Parts: Of Hexes and Gems
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Mista Collins
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Glad to be out of the depressing wood and in a more relaxing location, Chev jumps a little bit when he sees another animal from the woods eying him. Once the gnome steps forward and pulls the badger away, Chev loosens his grip on his axe. "Use what?"
SlagMortar
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Brakkus moves between Gamad (and the Rod) and the new comers keeping his guisarme at the ready. He let's Chev and Voadam do the talking as long as they don't say anything too crazy.
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Gamad
Hearing The gnome's word regarding the "It" thing, Gamad takes the cover giving to him by Brakkus with a thankful nod.
He then eyes the gnome, and then Brakkus's foot, and then the gnome again and back to Brakkus.
For crying out loud.
He whispers loudly to the fighter.
Clean you boot.
He raises his hooded face and tries to focus on the gnome, but this forest is too much for him.
I wish I had the right conjuring spell, a giant broom to clear this forest's ground.
Hearing The gnome's word regarding the "It" thing, Gamad takes the cover giving to him by Brakkus with a thankful nod.
He then eyes the gnome, and then Brakkus's foot, and then the gnome again and back to Brakkus.
For crying out loud.
He whispers loudly to the fighter.
Clean you boot.
He raises his hooded face and tries to focus on the gnome, but this forest is too much for him.
I wish I had the right conjuring spell, a giant broom to clear this forest's ground.
SlagMortar
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Brakkus starts to turn his head to give Gamad a queer look, but quickly turns his attention back to the gnome and badger after remembering the strange way Gamad had acted back at the inn.
CanadienneBacon
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Mazzel shoots a look at Chev and purses his lips, simultaneously chipper and disappointed. "Rats, I's hoping you'd tell me what 'it' is!" The orange-haired gnome quiets Thisbe the badger with a bit of dried meat fished out from a pocket. While the badger eagerly gnaws on the tough bit of flesh, Mazzel winks at Chev and nods at everyone else. "Arquestan was here a bit earlier, said he thought you," Mazzel eyes Maelicent then continues, "might be coming through. Being a goodly sort, Arquestan wanted me to come out of the hole we've got here to wait for you, just in case you couldn't find your way yourself. Nice bloke, that Arquestan." Mazzel squints one eye and absentmindedly scratches behind one ear. "What was I sayin'? Well, yuppers...lessee...I was just curious if you'd used it yet. Don't know what 'it' is, really. A magic ring, mebbe?" The wildhaired gnome leans in excitedly as if expecting to catch a glimpse of just such an item. "I found one of those once, but when I put it on it went invisible on me...or wait? Were it me who went invisible? Don't rightfully recall. Anyway, Arquestan didn't say what 'it' is, just that he thought maybe something important'd been found and that the new owners might be passing through and could I wait, please."
Mazzel takes a moment to pass another tidbit of dried meat to Thisbe. The companions now entirely forgotten, the badger chews and growls in pleasure over its meat. Mazzel shoots a look into the woods. "Come on out, then, I reckon it's alright now." Just before they appear, Maelicent and Gamad risk a glance to the left and spie two other gnomes, one with a white shock of hair, the other with brown, pop out of a hole in the base of an oak tree after several seconds. Bowing in turn, the two new gnomes introduce themselves. "Fognewtin." "Dungeddin."
"You'll be wantin' to know who Arquestan is." Mazzel looks suspiciously about the wood as if unsure of the trees. "Shouldn't've said his name out loud out here." The gnome purses his lips regretfully then eyes the companions. "Come on down in our hole, if you like. Dungeddin'll bring tea and we can talk a bit with a few less ears listening in." Mazzel frowns at Maelicent, who still has a black-fletched arrow trained on him. "My aim's not that great, and you're far enough away that the dagger I got on me wouldn't really stand much a chance of hitting. I reckon you can put that thing away now. I ain't gonna hurt you, goblin or no."
Mazzel takes a moment to pass another tidbit of dried meat to Thisbe. The companions now entirely forgotten, the badger chews and growls in pleasure over its meat. Mazzel shoots a look into the woods. "Come on out, then, I reckon it's alright now." Just before they appear, Maelicent and Gamad risk a glance to the left and spie two other gnomes, one with a white shock of hair, the other with brown, pop out of a hole in the base of an oak tree after several seconds. Bowing in turn, the two new gnomes introduce themselves. "Fognewtin." "Dungeddin."
"You'll be wantin' to know who Arquestan is." Mazzel looks suspiciously about the wood as if unsure of the trees. "Shouldn't've said his name out loud out here." The gnome purses his lips regretfully then eyes the companions. "Come on down in our hole, if you like. Dungeddin'll bring tea and we can talk a bit with a few less ears listening in." Mazzel frowns at Maelicent, who still has a black-fletched arrow trained on him. "My aim's not that great, and you're far enough away that the dagger I got on me wouldn't really stand much a chance of hitting. I reckon you can put that thing away now. I ain't gonna hurt you, goblin or no."
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Gamad
Who is this Arquestan you speak of
Gamad shots from behind Brakkus.
Who is this Arquestan you speak of
Gamad shots from behind Brakkus.
Ambrus
Explorer
The Gudwulf warrior grows ever more distrustful and suspicious of the queer-talking mongrel. The goblin had no idea how it was that the odd being had spotted him while he was hiding, how he knew Maelicent had an arrow nocked and trained on him, how he had known to expect the group's arrival, how he knew they had an item of magic with them or how it was that three of the ugly bearded mongrels and their tasty-looking rodent had a burrow located within a few scant yards from his own hut, but the temptation to let his arrow sink into the creature's soft rotund flesh was growing steadily along with his resentment and hatred of the mongrel.
Maelicent ignores the gnome's suggestion (not wanting to give away his hidden position to the mongrel's allies) and awaits only a signal from his own allies to begin launching a barrage of missiles into the four trespassers' soft flesh.
Maelicent ignores the gnome's suggestion (not wanting to give away his hidden position to the mongrel's allies) and awaits only a signal from his own allies to begin launching a barrage of missiles into the four trespassers' soft flesh.
SlagMortar
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Brakkus starts as the other gnomes reveal themselves. Arquestan must be related to Lady Arquesta in some way, or possibly even the same being if Voadam isn't completely off his rocker. Lewitt had already been killed for being involved in this somehow. Brakkus is wary of descending into a gnomish sized hole where his guisarme would be worse than useless.
"No offense, but your home is surely not sized for a warrior of Gwyund," Brakkus says tapping himself on the chest. "And how did the good Sir you spoke of know we might be coming by?"
"No offense, but your home is surely not sized for a warrior of Gwyund," Brakkus says tapping himself on the chest. "And how did the good Sir you spoke of know we might be coming by?"
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Mazzel cocks his head to the left, to look around Brakkus to get a better view of Gamad. "Arquestan? He's a queer sort. Black hair, colorful robes. Human, I guess." The gnome knits his brows. "Or not. Hard to say. He don't ever say when he'll come around, and we don't see him but once every blue moon. Saved me and me brother," Mazzel points at Dungeddin, "when we were both but runts. Never done me wrong, that much I can say, and saved my hide more'n once. So when he come 'round earlier, saying to expect guests and point 'em on their way, I says yes."
Seeing Maelicent flinch nary a wee bit from his position, Mazzel shrugs and turns his attention to Brakkus. Peering at the fighter and using his hands to measure Brakkus's girth and height, Mazzel shakes his head in disagreement. "Nope, you'll fit. Your pokey stick's a bit long, but you can bring that too, if you like. The stair'll be tight, that's all." Mazzel looks up at Brakkus and Chev and replies to Brakkus's query regarding Arquestan. "I don't rightfully know how Arquestan knows what he knows. Wish I did! He's allays predicting things that come true. Like that time that Dungeddin nearly got eaten by a giant weasel, wish we'd known beforehand that weasels don't take kindly to cheese." Mazzel shakes his head sadly, and Dungeddin nods vigorously. "What was I sayin? Oh, right. Arquestan said to show you somethin'. Cain't talk much out here. The trees got ears. You comin' or going your own way? Choice's yours. It's a bit of walk from here, though."
[sblock=Chev and Maelicent]Both of you get a pretty good feel for Mazzel while he talks. Dungeddin and Fognewtin maintain non-threatening positions, over by the oak knot. They nod vigorously at what Mazzel says and seem a bit perplexed to find you all in the forest. Those two are basically simpletons. Mazzel seems like he has a lot on the ball, despite being somewhat scatterbrained. Mazzel seems genuinely worried that the trees will learn too much about Arquestan and that before he can say anything else, we wants to get inside somewhere to safety. He also seems worried that you all won't do as Arquestan wants. Even so, he doesn't seem inclined to force anyone to do anything. Basically, while's he's odd, he seems happy and relieved to see you guys.[/sblock]
Seeing Maelicent flinch nary a wee bit from his position, Mazzel shrugs and turns his attention to Brakkus. Peering at the fighter and using his hands to measure Brakkus's girth and height, Mazzel shakes his head in disagreement. "Nope, you'll fit. Your pokey stick's a bit long, but you can bring that too, if you like. The stair'll be tight, that's all." Mazzel looks up at Brakkus and Chev and replies to Brakkus's query regarding Arquestan. "I don't rightfully know how Arquestan knows what he knows. Wish I did! He's allays predicting things that come true. Like that time that Dungeddin nearly got eaten by a giant weasel, wish we'd known beforehand that weasels don't take kindly to cheese." Mazzel shakes his head sadly, and Dungeddin nods vigorously. "What was I sayin? Oh, right. Arquestan said to show you somethin'. Cain't talk much out here. The trees got ears. You comin' or going your own way? Choice's yours. It's a bit of walk from here, though."
[sblock=Chev and Maelicent]Both of you get a pretty good feel for Mazzel while he talks. Dungeddin and Fognewtin maintain non-threatening positions, over by the oak knot. They nod vigorously at what Mazzel says and seem a bit perplexed to find you all in the forest. Those two are basically simpletons. Mazzel seems like he has a lot on the ball, despite being somewhat scatterbrained. Mazzel seems genuinely worried that the trees will learn too much about Arquestan and that before he can say anything else, we wants to get inside somewhere to safety. He also seems worried that you all won't do as Arquestan wants. Even so, he doesn't seem inclined to force anyone to do anything. Basically, while's he's odd, he seems happy and relieved to see you guys.[/sblock]
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