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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 29046" data-attributes="member: 939">Chapter Two: The THANGs have lost their stick and need Gnomes to find itChapter Two: The THANGs have lost their stick and need Gnomes to find itAfter much selling and buying, including the acquisition of a lovely mighty composite short bow for myself (throwing daggers at the goblinoids was so passe), we again were approached, this time by a bird in flight.  It had a note attached, a note addressed to The Druid.  Of course, the bird found us, as we were the only Gnomes within many weeks flight, if you include Noddy, the Mysterious-Eyed Warrior Gnome who then appeared in our midst at the tavern.  As Gnomes, we did our sacred duty to the One True Gnome and eagerly accepted and went on our way to find the druid THANGs.  Again, we traveled by night.  Again we came upon a pathetic excuse for an ambush.  This time, it was hobgoblin THANGs - more of a challenge, of course, but they were easily held in an entanglement of weeds by The Druid.  Meanwhile, I scouted around their flank, looking for the rather un-stealthy human THANG that I had, moments earlier, heard order the pathetic excuse for an ambush.  Runedar was beside me, and caught her attention.  I deftly stepped behind her, and in two quick swipes of my blade, she was at my feet, perhaps in her unconsciousness, finally realizing the futility of sparing with Gnomes.  I quickly stripped her as the others finished off the hobgoblin THANGs.  I managed to save her miserable life before she bled to death, but despite my gnome-like mercy, she was tight lipped and refused to answer my questions.  We strapped her to the ass and took her along with us as we met the druids.  Predictably, the druids were lost until we gnomes arrived to save them from themselves.  They were missing some sort of druid-stick and required us to find it.  They took my prisoner from me in a rather un-gnome-like fashion (they just don't know their place!) and gave feeble promises of interrogation.  An interrogation they did not let me attend.  Perhaps they are embarrassed at their incompetence and did not want such knowning-gnome-eyes to see it in action.  In any case, we rested and headed off to find more hobgoblin THANGs, who apparently have taken the druid-stick (how embarrassing for the druids!) Several hours travel later, we found a camp with dead hobgoblin THANGs that appeared abandoned.  A quick search found us a secret passage underground, and into the lair we went.  Five dead hobgoblins and two dead bat-things later, we faced our only challenge to date, a pair of demon THANGs from the outer planes.  As my brave gnome comrades engaged them in battle, I calmly loaded up my magic and strode purposefully to the front, spraying them with my magical colors to first blind them before dispatching them with my silver magical long-bladed sword.  Demons from the nine hells being the only creatures that give us serious challenge, most gnomes but me were seriously drained by their foul demon touch.  We returned to the druids, who gave us healing and a place to rest, before heading out again to face the dangers of the camp.</blockquote>

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