"Repel this!" Shouted Thunderfist before punching the nearest contraption, decimating it into nothing but splinters and dust, in the hopes that this would make the gnomes realise they should be more concerned about his ever shortening fuse more than the shape shifter.
Intimidation : 19
He'd had enough of these gnomes, their contraptions and their incessant bickering and if they didn't shut up, he was going to lose it.
Cackie was suspicious. Whilst the gnomes were busy with WindyHands theatrics, he crept up behind the male and licked the back of his neck to determine whether he tasted of gnome, or shapeshifter.
To Lei-Tana's honest version of events they seem rather understanding “It is a shame, but not entirely unexpected, that you don’t have any such items. But wait, you killed a mimic? That’s probably it! We should send a guard to investigate the body...”
As the male gnome makes to get someone’s attention from another room, he suddenly spasms with surprise as he feels the ethanol stroke of Cackie’s tongue on his neck (@Cackie: hmm distinctly gnome-y bouquet).
“Agh, ugh, erm, please don’t do that!”
Now slightly irritated, he responds to Elfa’searnest assumption of innocence and now looks confused “But your friend just said...wait, now I’m befuddled, I- AGH! NO!”
Both the gnomes look horrified as Thunderfist starts smashing a complicated-looking contraption that can’t have taken less than a good year of dedicated hard work, tough sacrifice and life-sapping attention to put together.
“Please, no! Not the precious things! We are peaceful people, we’ll give you what you need, PLEASE!”
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well this looks bad, Elfa thinks of what to do.
Elfa convinces the Gnomes that she and the beings are safe to be around
22 Persuasion
Elfa looks at Thundefist and looks at Diplomat. "Diplomat can you go and sort that out over there please" 13Animal Handling.
Elfa looks at the Gnomes, "we need your help, we have to kill a dragon and save everyone, after that's done Diplomat and I would like to invite you to a picnic to celebrate. Pleaaaase help us"
"Give me the dragon slaying device! Do it now!" Demanded Thunderfist, punching another contraption into smithereens just for the joy of watching the gnomes expressions or horror.
Between Elfa's sweet stories of picnics and Thunderfist's raging fury, the gnomes alternate frantically between tears of horrified sobbing and enthusiastic nods accompanied by tummy rubs.
"Waaggghh! This. Is. A. Clockwork. Amulet. snniiifffff"
"Oooh! Yum! Well we could offer you this Pole of Collapsing?"
"Oh! Oh no! Not that, please! Waaggghhhh! Take the Hat of Wizardry!"
The three magic items lie at your feet, offered or hurled as appropriate.
@Lei-Tana you would actually find Arcana a more appropriate skill as it relates to magical knowledge. Your skill is better for Arcana than Investigation, so you actually rolled 15 :o)
You are familiar with the items, and describe them as follows (hover over for a tooltip or click to go to page):
Elfacan discern no more than Lei-Tana has already revealed (click on links above; you may need to be signed in to DND Beyond to see details).
The gnomes look at you, somewhat dumbfounded at the disparity between approaches within your party. Confused that you are thanking them for something which, frankly, they have handed over out of fear, the male says "Yes yes, you are most, erm, welcome. Will you be staying, erm, long?"
The female nods enthusiastically "Yes! Yes! It is getting late and you mustn't be late to that thing you had to do!"
"What the hell is this crap!? Do I look like Neville Longbottom? What am I supposed to do with magic junk?"
Thunderfist was furious; he'd been shot at, bitten and not been fed properly all for this.
"I'm done with Gnomes, you're lucky I don't kill all of you right now!" And with that he booted one last contraption into next Tuesday and stormed off towards the town and as far away from these gnomes as possible.
You head back to Phandalin, your journey uninterrupted by anything more interesting than a swarm of bees who take exception to Diplomat's eating habits.
You arrive back in town as the sun is setting, the air still warm, with your newly-acquired items poking out of kit bags and backpacks.
Your two most likely options now are to retire to visit Mayor Wester for your reward, or the Stonehill Inn for some rest before visiting the mayor in the morning.
Cackie rides Diplomat like a big furry tractor towards Stonehill for a pint and a meal. He puts a bowl on the floor for his new friend and shares his dinner.
Thunderfist stormed straight up to Mayor Wester's gate (which looked to be new and heavily reinforced) and booted it once again off it's hinges. He then stomped straight up the garden path and began hammering on the mayor's door.
"Open the bloody door you senile old git! I want my money! How is anyone supposed to fight a dragon with this crap?" Thunderfist could no longer contain his anger and proceeded to boot the mayor's front door down and march into his house to get an explanation for the complete waste of Thunderfist's time.
Harbin Wester’s door flies off its hinges in a shower of splinters. The short, well-dressed man yelps in surprise and then his mouth drops open in horror at the rampaging barbarian bursting into his living room.
“NO!” he shrieks in terror “My door, the dragon! Insecure!!”
He looks at the items Thunderfist hurls at him, confused at first, then stammers “Th- this is a Hat of Wizardry! This is perfect! I can give you 50 gold for this!"
Looking at the Clockwork amulet and the Pole of Collapsing he looks less sure. Forgetting the imminent danger for a moment to appraise them, he says “Ah, these not so much. 25 gold for each of these?”
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12 deception check
"Hello, lovely gnomes how are you. I've just checked and I can't see any shapeshifters around"
Elfa looked at Diplomat and winked. He looked concerned about the information that was coming out of her mouth.
"Repel this!" Shouted Thunderfist before punching the nearest contraption, decimating it into nothing but splinters and dust, in the hopes that this would make the gnomes realise they should be more concerned about his ever shortening fuse more than the shape shifter.
Intimidation : 19
He'd had enough of these gnomes, their contraptions and their incessant bickering and if they didn't shut up, he was going to lose it.
Cackie was suspicious. Whilst the gnomes were busy with WindyHands theatrics, he crept up behind the male and licked the back of his neck to determine whether he tasted of gnome, or shapeshifter.
Perception: 14
To Lei-Tana's honest version of events they seem rather understanding “It is a shame, but not entirely unexpected, that you don’t have any such items. But wait, you killed a mimic? That’s probably it! We should send a guard to investigate the body...”
As the male gnome makes to get someone’s attention from another room, he suddenly spasms with surprise as he feels the ethanol stroke of Cackie’s tongue on his neck (@Cackie: hmm distinctly gnome-y bouquet).
“Agh, ugh, erm, please don’t do that!”
Now slightly irritated, he responds to Elfa’s earnest assumption of innocence and now looks confused “But your friend just said...wait, now I’m befuddled, I- AGH! NO!”
Both the gnomes look horrified as Thunderfist starts smashing a complicated-looking contraption that can’t have taken less than a good year of dedicated hard work, tough sacrifice and life-sapping attention to put together.
“Please, no! Not the precious things! We are peaceful people, we’ll give you what you need, PLEASE!”
well this looks bad, Elfa thinks of what to do.
Elfa convinces the Gnomes that she and the beings are safe to be around
22 Persuasion
Elfa looks at Thundefist and looks at Diplomat. "Diplomat can you go and sort that out over there please" 13 Animal Handling.
Elfa looks at the Gnomes, "we need your help, we have to kill a dragon and save everyone, after that's done Diplomat and I would like to invite you to a picnic to celebrate. Pleaaaase help us"
"Give me the dragon slaying device! Do it now!" Demanded Thunderfist, punching another contraption into smithereens just for the joy of watching the gnomes expressions or horror.
Between Elfa's sweet stories of picnics and Thunderfist's raging fury, the gnomes alternate frantically between tears of horrified sobbing and enthusiastic nods accompanied by tummy rubs.
"Waaggghh! This. Is. A. Clockwork. Amulet. snniiifffff"
"Oooh! Yum! Well we could offer you this Pole of Collapsing?"
"Oh! Oh no! Not that, please! Waaggghhhh! Take the Hat of Wizardry!"
The three magic items lie at your feet, offered or hurled as appropriate.
Lei-Tana looks at the offered items, and then at the gnomes "Thank you for these... what exactly do they do?"
Investigation check: 13
@Lei-Tana you would actually find Arcana a more appropriate skill as it relates to magical knowledge. Your skill is better for Arcana than Investigation, so you actually rolled 15 :o)
You are familiar with the items, and describe them as follows (hover over for a tooltip or click to go to page):
Hat of wizardry
Clockwork amulet
Pole of collapsing
7 arcana check
Elfa hugged the Gnomes and thanked them. Then using her knowledge and skills to have a look into the items
Elfa can discern no more than Lei-Tana has already revealed (click on links above; you may need to be signed in to DND Beyond to see details).
The gnomes look at you, somewhat dumbfounded at the disparity between approaches within your party. Confused that you are thanking them for something which, frankly, they have handed over out of fear, the male says "Yes yes, you are most, erm, welcome. Will you be staying, erm, long?"
The female nods enthusiastically "Yes! Yes! It is getting late and you mustn't be late to that thing you had to do!"
Looks like the Gnomes want us to leave.
Elfa looked at the items more in depth, they look handy! Lei Tana will certainly make use of that wizardry hat.
"Right guys are we ready? lets get going now we have the items and leave the Gnomes in peace"
"Bye new friends" Elfa waved at the Gnomes
"What the hell is this crap!? Do I look like Neville Longbottom? What am I supposed to do with magic junk?"
Thunderfist was furious; he'd been shot at, bitten and not been fed properly all for this.
"I'm done with Gnomes, you're lucky I don't kill all of you right now!" And with that he booted one last contraption into next Tuesday and stormed off towards the town and as far away from these gnomes as possible.
You head back to Phandalin, your journey uninterrupted by anything more interesting than a swarm of bees who take exception to Diplomat's eating habits.
You arrive back in town as the sun is setting, the air still warm, with your newly-acquired items poking out of kit bags and backpacks.
Your two most likely options now are to retire to visit Mayor Wester for your reward, or the Stonehill Inn for some rest before visiting the mayor in the morning.
Cackie rides Diplomat like a big furry tractor towards Stonehill for a pint and a meal. He puts a bowl on the floor for his new friend and shares his dinner.
"urmmmm Diplomat, this way please. We're off to the mayors house, we need to hurry else Thunderfist is going to break his gate again"
Thunderfist stormed straight up to Mayor Wester's gate (which looked to be new and heavily reinforced) and booted it once again off it's hinges. He then stomped straight up the garden path and began hammering on the mayor's door.
"Open the bloody door you senile old git! I want my money! How is anyone supposed to fight a dragon with this crap?" Thunderfist could no longer contain his anger and proceeded to boot the mayor's front door down and march into his house to get an explanation for the complete waste of Thunderfist's time.
(Need you to roll a Strength check to kick the door down please)
Strength : 16
Harbin Wester’s door flies off its hinges in a shower of splinters. The short, well-dressed man yelps in surprise and then his mouth drops open in horror at the rampaging barbarian bursting into his living room.
“NO!” he shrieks in terror “My door, the dragon! Insecure!!”
He looks at the items Thunderfist hurls at him, confused at first, then stammers “Th- this is a Hat of Wizardry! This is perfect! I can give you 50 gold for this!"
Looking at the Clockwork amulet and the Pole of Collapsing he looks less sure. Forgetting the imminent danger for a moment to appraise them, he says “Ah, these not so much. 25 gold for each of these?”