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<blockquote data-quote="Arkhandus" data-source="post: 4522119" data-attributes="member: 13966">Grackle &quot;Grubeater&quot; Granitetop, gnome sorc 9, HP 57/57, AC 20The dirty gnome starts scampering over toward the cave, following Jillian but from a distance.&nbsp; 'Jill gets fangy clawy stuff's attention, so I gots to stay back,' he thinks.&nbsp; Out loud, he says &quot;Hey!&nbsp; Waits!&nbsp; The slug's ot'er way!&nbsp; You not want?&nbsp; Slugs're squishy-slimy-sticky fun!&nbsp; 'cept when ya chokes on 'em cuz they so sticky.&nbsp; Then ya gots to eat the burny-stuff, alcolohool or sumthin', to wash 'way the sticky.&quot;When the elf-maiden asks about a torch, the grubby gnome calls out &quot;OOOH!&nbsp; OOH!&nbsp; I gots!&nbsp; I gots!&quot;&nbsp; He waves his arms around, grinning at her.&nbsp; Then he reaches under his cloak and digs something out of his backpack, a short wooden pole with a flame burning at the end, but no smoke.&quot;You want I holds it, or you holds it?&nbsp; It's magic flame, no burny gnomes, see!&quot;&nbsp; He waves a leather-gloved hand through the flame to no effect.&nbsp; Then, remembering that Jill was going into the cave or something, he squeaks out something in surprise and mutters some unintelligible gibberish for a few seconds, still holding the torch out for Ballista if she wants it.Then he seems to forget he even asked, and walks up to the nearest stranger, sticking out his other hand (gloved but still dirty), and, still grinning, says merrily &quot;HI, SOMEBODY I DON'T KNOW!&nbsp; I'm Grackle.&nbsp; Granitetop clan.&nbsp; Oh, also called Grubeater.&nbsp; Dunno why.&nbsp; I knows Ambrose.&nbsp; Or did.&nbsp; I burnded mummies fer'im I dids.&nbsp; Totally burnded.&nbsp; Then I peed on them cuz they were on fire an' stuffs.&nbsp; But they're dead now and so is Mr. Ambrose I guess.&nbsp; But not from mummies.&nbsp; Oh nooo.&nbsp; I burnded the mummies good.&nbsp; They woulda been pretty on fire, but they were all 'GRAAGH!&nbsp; I'm ON FIRE AN' STUFFS BUT I CAN'T SCREAM CUZ I'M A MUMMY SO ALL'S I SAYS IS GRAAAGH!' an' writhin' and squigglin' an' fallin' apart till they dead.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; Cuz I guess mummies are a'ready dead to start with?&nbsp; Dunno how that works.&quot;At this point, mercifully, he seems to forget what he was talking about, and just stands there quietly, hand still stretched out to shake, and smokeless torch resting on his shoulder.&nbsp; A brown and white weasel crawls out from under his cloak to sit on his other shoulder, looking up at the stranger Grackle approached.(ooc: Move towards the cave, but staying at least 30 feet from the front.&nbsp; If told to keep the torch, he'll move to the middle of the group, otherwise he'll stay in the back.&nbsp; It's an Everburning Torch.&nbsp; Grackle casts Mage Armor on himself, 9 hour duration.)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Arkhandus, post: 4522119, member: 13966"] [b]Grackle "Grubeater" Granitetop, gnome sorc 9, HP 57/57, AC 20[/b] The dirty gnome starts scampering over toward the cave, following Jillian but from a distance. [I]'Jill gets fangy clawy stuff's attention, so I gots to stay back,'[/I] he thinks. Out loud, he says [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"]"Hey! Waits! The slug's ot'er way! You not want? Slugs're squishy-slimy-sticky fun! 'cept when ya chokes on 'em cuz they so sticky. Then ya gots to eat the burny-stuff, alcolohool or sumthin', to wash 'way the sticky."[/COLOR] When the elf-maiden asks about a torch, the grubby gnome calls out [COLOR="deepskyblue"]"OOOH! OOH! I gots! I gots!"[/COLOR] He waves his arms around, grinning at her. Then he reaches under his cloak and digs something out of his backpack, a short wooden pole with a flame burning at the end, but no smoke. [COLOR="deepskyblue"]"You want I holds it, or you holds it? It's magic flame, no burny gnomes, see!"[/COLOR] He waves a leather-gloved hand through the flame to no effect. Then, remembering that Jill was going into the cave or something, he squeaks out something in surprise and mutters some unintelligible gibberish for a few seconds, still holding the torch out for Ballista if she wants it. Then he seems to forget he even asked, and walks up to the nearest stranger, sticking out his other hand (gloved but still dirty), and, still grinning, says merrily [COLOR="deepskyblue"]"HI, SOMEBODY I DON'T KNOW! I'm Grackle. Granitetop clan. Oh, also called Grubeater. Dunno why. I knows Ambrose. Or did. I burnded mummies fer'im I dids. Totally burnded. Then I peed on them cuz they were on fire an' stuffs. But they're dead now and so is Mr. Ambrose I guess. But not from mummies. Oh nooo. I burnded the mummies good. They woulda been pretty on fire, but they were all 'GRAAGH! I'm ON FIRE AN' STUFFS BUT I CAN'T SCREAM CUZ I'M A MUMMY SO ALL'S I SAYS IS GRAAAGH!' an' writhin' and squigglin' an' fallin' apart till they dead. Again. Cuz I guess mummies are a'ready dead to start with? Dunno how that works."[/COLOR] At this point, mercifully, he seems to forget what he was talking about, and just stands there quietly, hand still stretched out to shake, and smokeless torch resting on his shoulder. A brown and white weasel crawls out from under his cloak to sit on his other shoulder, looking up at the stranger Grackle approached. [I](ooc: Move towards the cave, but staying at least 30 feet from the front. If told to keep the torch, he'll move to the middle of the group, otherwise he'll stay in the back. It's an Everburning Torch. Grackle casts Mage Armor on himself, 9 hour duration.)[/I] [/QUOTE]

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