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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1702040" data-attributes="member: 1210">The Gnome-Home1 p.m., 5/6/368 O.L.G., in the Stern Mountains, Strogass“There it is!” Tired, footsore, the halflings (and their allies) have at last crested the shoulder of the last fold in the land before the shiny thing they’ve been seeking since before Mama’s death.  Below them, not a quarter mile away and only a few hundred feet below, is some sort of circular doorway leafed in gold and gems and set with dozens of reflective pieces of glass and polished stones.  Federico lets out a low whistle; it’s very impressive to see.Our heroes move towards it.  There is a pair of gnomes out front, guarding the place, and inside twenty minutes the group has learned that they have arrived at the Gnome-Home.  The entrance is a continuous, ongoing work of art; several large mirrors above the entrance itself in the mountains cast the lights of dawn for miles to certain specific places.Laodegan fingers the hilt of the magic sword he took from the grimlock captain.  On the journey a strange brain-like monster with what seemed like hundreds of tentacles had attacked them, but his new blade had made a noise like thunder and let out a flash of emerald radiance every time it had hit it- and obviously had done terrific damage to it.  He didn’t understand why it hadn’t done that to the grimlocks, but the more the blade did the better, as far as he was concerned.Our heroes are ecstatic to be able to rest for a few days, to have some civilized company and to be somewhere without the constant threat of attacking monsters hanging over their heads.  They spend several days at the Gnome-Home, replenishing their supplies and enjoying a break.  They manage to buy a healing potion and to have Laodegan’s new sword identified.  Federico even finds a scroll for sale; it bears a spell he’s never heard of, delicious aroma, and he purchases it. The sword, though of minor enhancement, was crafted to destroy some of the least natural creatures that exist.  It is a bane to aberrations of all sorts.  “What’s its name?” Laodegan asks the sage who identified it for him.“Cleansing,” the gnome says in a nasal voice.“Cleansing.”  Laodegan frowns.  “Doesn’t exactly inspire fear, does it?  Not exactly a ‘Goresprayer’ or ‘Brainwrecker,’ is it?”The gnome looks nonplussed.  “I did not give it its name, I merely report it,” he answers sagaciously, and Laodegan doesn’t really have anything to say about that; but he does determine to rename the damn blade as soon as he thinks it over for a while.  10 a.m., 5/9/368 O.L.G.Laodegan is impatient to get going.  He and the kobold talked the others into hiring a guide, and the gnomes, fortunately for him, have given him the direction he needs.He’s been following the Governor Bastor of Stempa Province for weeks now, since finding that he had left his capitol with a small army.  It had seemed as though he was traveling from area to area, gathering the support of his vassals and trying to make accommodations with certain others.  Laodegan frowns.  At least the gnomes seem to know where he was- it’s hard to miss an army in the mountains!But, from the sounds of things, at least some of Bastor’s army had gone underground, with the governor himself leading the way.  They had descended, according to the gnomes, towards an outpost of dark elves.The mysterious Drow- Laodegan has never met one, but he has a feeling he might well soon.  As soon as the others finish their damn second breakfast and their guide- a fellow named Gelpurt- arrives, they can leave, heading into the Underdark.  Fortunately, it sounds as though the waterway they’ll be traveling on will dump them out much closer to the halflings’ goal- some insane asylum.  Fitting, really...Next Time: Into the Underdark!***Cleansing- Longsword +1, aberration bane.</blockquote>

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