The Story of the Clan

*Grimknobble turns back towards Malex with eyes wide in confusion.*
"Boar?" he says. "What boar? I thought this was an inn!"
 
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"Plith! Come on! Get up here!"

*Motions for Plith to get up and take at seat while pulling a chair back from the table.*

"You seem like those spiders the young ones used to always catch! Always running to the darkest corner! Not as though they don't all notice us already anyway... These people while different... seem like they mean us no harm. Ellawyn, why don't you have a talk with the man behind the bar, Malex might need some help..."

*Grins*
 

*Malexander senses that the large creature has a strong will, and tries a different tactic. He turns on the charm.*

"My apologies, my rotund friend. I assumed that your large powerful bulk would prejudice you against us short, weak and unintimidating folk. Perhaps you would be so kind as to direct us to your Lord Ashardalon so that we might offer him our services and apologize for our rude behavior."

*Thinking that the large man may require some further "convincing", he offers some incentive.*

"There may be a nice shiny copper penny in it for you if you respond quickly."

[Diplomacy check = 20 (cool! :) )]

[OOC: I keep forgetting the posting rules! Doh! Sorry about that...]
 


"So, you be lookin' for Ashardalon? Well, We've not seen 'im 'ere around for a long, long time. In fact, 'tis 'bout a 'undred years or so since anyone last heard of 'im." Eyeing the nervous cleric behind the overturned table, the barkeep shakes his head and resumes talking to Malexander. "but if yer be wantin' to work for a dragon, there's an old abandoned citadell over west ways, across the plains. There're words that it once was a place where they worshipped dragons. Be 'ware though, there are goblins over there as well these days."
 

Ellawyn

*The young gnome nods at Plith's suggestion. But then she sees that Malex seems to have things under control at last. So she pulls out her seven stringed mandolin and begins a happy tune while smiling at anyone that looks her way.*
 

*Plith decides it might be safe to come out after all, and slowly gets up and sits next to Bilgewhistle.*

"Right. Glad that's all settled. How many days will it take someone to walk across those plains?"
 

*Grimknobble relaxes, quite visibly relieved that he no longer needs to play 'the muscle' here, and turns to Malexander and the others, wondering what to do next.*
 

*smiling warmly and confidently*

"Ah, but a hundred years is but a day to a mighty dragon, and merely a long week-end to his faithful and powerful gnomish servants."

*bowing*

"Our thanks to you, sir, for your fateful service. If you would be so kind as to give us sufficient directions and a description of our destination, then we shall depart. Rest assured that we will soon supplant those pesky 'gaw-blins' that plague our dragon leige and once we again rule the lands in his name, your assistance shall not be easily forgotten."

*after getting sufficent directions, he turns to the others, and says in a high, squeaky voice*

"My friends! We are off! We shall brave the dangers of the plains and soon find the dragon we seek! It shall be a glorious journey of danger and woe, but though we may not all survive, we shall be triumphant! And soon all the world will know that we, the gnomes of the Dragon, are the gnomes who serve the mighty dragon!" *he waits for the cheer* *Cheer?* "Well, Let us go!"

*he boldly strides out*
 

*Grimknobble starts to belt out a hearty cheer, but stops mid-way:*

"HUZZA- Wait... Why wouldn't we all survive?", he asks, following Malex intently out the door.
 
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