The gnome also tilts his head to the side, thinking hard. In contrast to the manticore, Chom's eyes widen like saucers. "Phandalin! They must have meat to feed a poor, hungry manticore! Let us go and get you some!"
He spies the woman peering out the window, and has an even better idea. "That woman in the windmill, I bet she knows someone in Phandalin that could provide you with a meal fit for a king! Or a lovely manticore such as yourself! Let us take her to town, and see what we can rustle up for you!"
'Guys,' Tyrgram pleaded with a distressed sounding voice, 'Could we not tell the meat-loving monster that there is a town nearby?'
The woman starts waving her hands and shaking her head.
"No." She loud whispers. "I'm not leaving. I need to stay here."
Upon hearing this, Tyrgram steeled his resolve. 'If you have a plan for dealing with this menace, go right ahead.' He said firmly to the others. 'But I'm not leaving someone in danger.'
With that said, Tyrgram scanned the area and began moving towards a more defensible position, should the monster try to press its advantage. -------------- If this needs a Perception check: 7 If there is nothing, Tyrgram will try to interpose himself between the Manticore and the entrance to the building the woman is in if such a thing is possible.
Erevan turns to Chom. "Hey Chom, see if you can find out why the lady doesn't want to leave? I know I'd want to be as far from this beasts possible. There must be something else we aren't aware of."
Xal-Thoth, you didn't really notice a butcher shop, since you weren't looking for one. But you saw the inn so you reckon they would know or maybe would be willing to sell you something.
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The gnome's face lights up at the druid's suggestion. "Of course, my dear friend, allow me to investigate!" Humming as he goes, the gnome skips along the low wall, then jumps down and approaches the door, and politely raps on the door. "Excuse me madam, but may I come in? My elven friend would like to know more about you, being the kind and caring elf that he is!"
The manticore smiles as it sees and smells a human come and stand by the door. It lowers just a little, tongue lolling out. There is a pause as it sees a gnome walk forward and knock on the door.
"Human. Drop weapons and death will come quick. Keep them and die in pain."
Chom raps again on the door, with slightly more intent this time. "Madam, I simply must insist you engage with us, the manticore has been very reasonable so far. Perhaps you have some food you can spare it?" The hawk on the gnome's shoulder looks quickly back and forth from the door to the manticore, clearly feeling exposed.
In a last ditch effort, Erevan tries one last honey tongued assault on the manticore. "Oh great and magnificent manticore, we were not made aware of your presence here and it is with great sorrow that I admit, we are I'll prepared to provide you with the feast you desire. As you can see, my friend is no human. He is but a tiny morsel in comparison. If you would allow my tiny friend and I to leave for but a moment, we will return with a meal fit for such a powerful being as yourself. What say you, Master of the sky, Lord of all lands" Erevan bows deeply. So deep as to hide his face from the manticores view.
"Tyrgram, Xel, back away from the building. Back the way we came. Slowly and quietly. Just far enough to get out of sight." he whispers to them without looking up.
The woman drags him up the stairs to the second floor and looks back out the window. "Too bad you picked such a bad time to visit. I honestly hoped it would get bored and go away, find something easier to eat. Damn. Do you have any gold on you?"
"Why of course madam! A gnome is never without his purse!" He rummages around in a pocket for a second, before pulling a small pouch out with an elaborate flourish. He mumbles to himself as he counts the coins, before looking up at the lady with a beaming smile. "Ten gold coins, all accounted for!"
The gnome gasps, as if some world-shattering thought had come into his head suddenly. "Where are my manners? Chomsky Blabbersnitch, at your service! And my trusty friend, Horace! Say hello, Horace!" The hawk looks in the direction of the lady, then turns and looks out the window, still concerned by the unwanted guest outside. The gnome pipes up again, seemingly unconcerned by the situation. "He's just shy! Lovely once you get to know him!"
"Adabra Gwynn. Nice to meet you. I have eight. How much do you think your friends have? That one would talk about eating, but ever now and then it would say something about coin. That might help us. Just don't know how much it would take. And all the meat I have is dried. Was going hunting for small 'uns when that arrived."
Chom looks at the woman as if she had just revealed all the secrets of the planes in one sentence. "A splendid idea, I'm sure my companions would be delighted to donate some gold to the poor, coinless manticore! And dried meat too! Ms Gwynn, I'm sure if our friend is hungry enough, he will eat anything you care to give him! I myself was so hungry once, I ate all the berries off an entire bush! Was sick for three days afterwards, with terrible wind, but I learned so much about the berries, and their poison, first hand!"
Chom leans out the window, and shouts down to the rest of the group. "Ms Gwynn here would like us to offer up a donation to the manticore! I'm sure he needs it more than us! And we may be able to offer him dried meat as well! He pops his head back in, and turns around, dusting his hands as if everything was fixed.
"I fear I too only have 10 gold. If it satisfies this beast, I'll more than gladly hand it over"he states to Chom. "Throw me your coin purse little fellow, I shall take our offering to the manticore. You stay with the lady of the house."
Turning ever so slightly he speaks now to Tyrgram and Xel "If you can sneak yours over, perhaps we will have enough to buy this beast off. I'm sure we'll be able to earn back what we lose"
"Tell the manticore not to spend it all at once!" Chom throws the coins out of the window and turns again to the woman. "Shall we throw the dried meat out the window too? And what other food do you have in here?"
Tyrgram stared at Erevan, flabbergasted at the entire situation unfolding around him. 'You want what?' He replied incredulously. 'Rations aren't enough, now you want to give it our riches too?!'
Tygram inhaled deeply. 'This is so wrong on so many levels.' He muttered as he grabbed his coin pouch, took out five golden coins and tossed them to Erevan.
With 25 gold pieces in hand he slowly walks away from the building towards the fenced area. Placing the gold near the gate he then backs away. " Mighty manticore, all the treasure we possess is yours. Please take this offering as a homage to your greatness.
The manticore flies over, lowering just a little but seeming to be ready in a moment to fly back up. He looks at Erevan, then at the gold. "No humans but gold. How much hold?" A snarl. "How carry?" Then a toothy smile. "All you have? Know you are weak. Try to stay alive."
Standing on his tiptoes, Chomsky shouts out the window to the manticore. "Alas, had I but more, I would surely have provided further aid to a creature in need! You do seem very sad, so I hope the gold makes you feel better! I have been informed that we have dried meat in here, would you like some?" The gnome turns to the lady, "Should we throw it out the window, or take it downstairs?"
"I do not think it would be good for me to go down. Suppose we should toss the meat and hope it likes it. Maybe get it close to the coins." Adabra collect some dried meat and puts it in a bag. "'How good a thrower are you?"
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The woman starts waving her hands and shaking her head.
"No." She loud whispers. "I'm not leaving. I need to stay here."
Xel-Thoth sees that the Manticore is amenable to negotiating.
DM: Given the size of the Manticore, how much meat would be needed to feed it?
Intelligence Check: 10
DM: After passing though Phandalin, would Xel-Thoth know if there are any butchers/marketplaces where they can obtain meat?
'Guys,' Tyrgram pleaded with a distressed sounding voice, 'Could we not tell the meat-loving monster that there is a town nearby?'
Upon hearing this, Tyrgram steeled his resolve. 'If you have a plan for dealing with this menace, go right ahead.' He said firmly to the others. 'But I'm not leaving someone in danger.'
With that said, Tyrgram scanned the area and began moving towards a more defensible position, should the monster try to press its advantage.
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If this needs a Perception check: 7
If there is nothing, Tyrgram will try to interpose himself between the Manticore and the entrance to the building the woman is in if such a thing is possible.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Erevan turns to Chom. "Hey Chom, see if you can find out why the lady doesn't want to leave? I know I'd want to be as far from this beasts possible. There must be something else we aren't aware of."
Xal-Thoth, you didn't really notice a butcher shop, since you weren't looking for one. But you saw the inn so you reckon they would know or maybe would be willing to sell you something.
The gnome's face lights up at the druid's suggestion. "Of course, my dear friend, allow me to investigate!" Humming as he goes, the gnome skips along the low wall, then jumps down and approaches the door, and politely raps on the door. "Excuse me madam, but may I come in? My elven friend would like to know more about you, being the kind and caring elf that he is!"
Persuasion (if needed): 18
The manticore smiles as it sees and smells a human come and stand by the door. It lowers just a little, tongue lolling out. There is a pause as it sees a gnome walk forward and knock on the door.
"Human. Drop weapons and death will come quick. Keep them and die in pain."
Chom raps again on the door, with slightly more intent this time. "Madam, I simply must insist you engage with us, the manticore has been very reasonable so far. Perhaps you have some food you can spare it?" The hawk on the gnome's shoulder looks quickly back and forth from the door to the manticore, clearly feeling exposed.
Erevan
In a last ditch effort, Erevan tries one last honey tongued assault on the manticore. "Oh great and magnificent manticore, we were not made aware of your presence here and it is with great sorrow that I admit, we are I'll prepared to provide you with the feast you desire. As you can see, my friend is no human. He is but a tiny morsel in comparison. If you would allow my tiny friend and I to leave for but a moment, we will return with a meal fit for such a powerful being as yourself. What say you, Master of the sky, Lord of all lands" Erevan bows deeply. So deep as to hide his face from the manticores view.
"Tyrgram, Xel, back away from the building. Back the way we came. Slowly and quietly. Just far enough to get out of sight." he whispers to them without looking up.
"No human. But fun to kill?"
The door suddenly opens and Chom is dragged in.
The woman drags him up the stairs to the second floor and looks back out the window. "Too bad you picked such a bad time to visit. I honestly hoped it would get bored and go away, find something easier to eat. Damn. Do you have any gold on you?"
"Why of course madam! A gnome is never without his purse!" He rummages around in a pocket for a second, before pulling a small pouch out with an elaborate flourish. He mumbles to himself as he counts the coins, before looking up at the lady with a beaming smile. "Ten gold coins, all accounted for!"
The gnome gasps, as if some world-shattering thought had come into his head suddenly. "Where are my manners? Chomsky Blabbersnitch, at your service! And my trusty friend, Horace! Say hello, Horace!" The hawk looks in the direction of the lady, then turns and looks out the window, still concerned by the unwanted guest outside. The gnome pipes up again, seemingly unconcerned by the situation. "He's just shy! Lovely once you get to know him!"
"Adabra Gwynn. Nice to meet you. I have eight. How much do you think your friends have? That one would talk about eating, but ever now and then it would say something about coin. That might help us. Just don't know how much it would take. And all the meat I have is dried. Was going hunting for small 'uns when that arrived."
Chom looks at the woman as if she had just revealed all the secrets of the planes in one sentence. "A splendid idea, I'm sure my companions would be delighted to donate some gold to the poor, coinless manticore! And dried meat too! Ms Gwynn, I'm sure if our friend is hungry enough, he will eat anything you care to give him! I myself was so hungry once, I ate all the berries off an entire bush! Was sick for three days afterwards, with terrible wind, but I learned so much about the berries, and their poison, first hand!"
Chom leans out the window, and shouts down to the rest of the group. "Ms Gwynn here would like us to offer up a donation to the manticore! I'm sure he needs it more than us! And we may be able to offer him dried meat as well! He pops his head back in, and turns around, dusting his hands as if everything was fixed.
Erevan
"I fear I too only have 10 gold. If it satisfies this beast, I'll more than gladly hand it over" he states to Chom. "Throw me your coin purse little fellow, I shall take our offering to the manticore. You stay with the lady of the house."
Turning ever so slightly he speaks now to Tyrgram and Xel "If you can sneak yours over, perhaps we will have enough to buy this beast off. I'm sure we'll be able to earn back what we lose"
"Tell the manticore not to spend it all at once!" Chom throws the coins out of the window and turns again to the woman. "Shall we throw the dried meat out the window too? And what other food do you have in here?"
Tyrgram stared at Erevan, flabbergasted at the entire situation unfolding around him. 'You want what?' He replied incredulously. 'Rations aren't enough, now you want to give it our riches too?!'
Tygram inhaled deeply. 'This is so wrong on so many levels.' He muttered as he grabbed his coin pouch, took out five golden coins and tossed them to Erevan.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Erevan
With 25 gold pieces in hand he slowly walks away from the building towards the fenced area. Placing the gold near the gate he then backs away. " Mighty manticore, all the treasure we possess is yours. Please take this offering as a homage to your greatness.
The manticore flies over, lowering just a little but seeming to be ready in a moment to fly back up. He looks at Erevan, then at the gold. "No humans but gold. How much hold?" A snarl. "How carry?" Then a toothy smile. "All you have? Know you are weak. Try to stay alive."
Standing on his tiptoes, Chomsky shouts out the window to the manticore. "Alas, had I but more, I would surely have provided further aid to a creature in need! You do seem very sad, so I hope the gold makes you feel better! I have been informed that we have dried meat in here, would you like some?" The gnome turns to the lady, "Should we throw it out the window, or take it downstairs?"
"I do not think it would be good for me to go down. Suppose we should toss the meat and hope it likes it. Maybe get it close to the coins." Adabra collect some dried meat and puts it in a bag. "'How good a thrower are you?"