"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Orion says for all to hear, "I shall never speak a word of your existence here, in exchange for your aid in finding our way," and he slices his forearm enough to draw blood and wipes the blood across his brow as an outward sign of his vow.
Prim, with that history check, you clearly recall the story of how a group of rock gnomes split from the main clan of Morak (the M'rakeni) and went deep into the underground, never to be heard from again. These are definitely those deep gnomes, the 'Nibleni, and Svelta must be the daughter of the former leader of the family mentioned in the stories.
"Grugnar, Kraksar, Varnak, how about you? Can you keep their secret?"
(Looking from Orion to Svelta)
"Do we all have to do blood oaths?"
(Thinking) "Wait, I remember reading about a clan of rock gnomes that went deep underground. Are you the Nibleni? (Looking at Svelta) Are you descended from (name of ancestral leader)?"
"Blood oath? Um....no thanks. I'll cross my heart and hope to die, pinkie swear, spit shake on it...but I think I'm going to draw the line at smearing blood on my face. You're just gonna hafta take me at my word. I gotta give it to you though Orion, you are intense!"
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Taxidea shrugs. "I see your point, but I try not to bleed on purpose if I don't have to."
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Stepping into the Zone of Truth, Grugnar and Varnak both vow to keep the secret of the deep gnomes. With a nudge from Grugnar, Kraksar agrees to keep the secret as well. "Although, if what she tells us is true, the hobgoblins probably already know they are down here," he grumbles.
"Yes, I am Svelta, daughter of Svirf, sister of Sven, and priestess to the Nibleni, and now guide to . . . what did you call yourselves?" Svelta replies to Prim.
She looks to Orion and says, "A blood oath was not necessary, but thank you.
"I have some preparations to make before we leave; so, if you would like to explore the village a bit, feel free," Svelta says as she gets off her throne and moves around the altar. "We will meet back here in one hour."
"We haven't got a group name, if that's what you're asking. But we're allied with the Frelian Defense League. I can repeat our names if you like" (she repeats if asked)
(Prim replenishes bandages for her healing kit in the village, then looks for bookshops. A "Common to Undercommon Dictionary" and necromantic books (at least detail on Svelta's symbol) are what she's looking for. If there's time after that, she'll take a short rest to regain the spell slots she used.)
As he looks around the village, Orion notices many different mushroom gardens in the people's yards. One house even has a pond near it from which several gnomes seem to be fishing.
Prim, when you think you are finally able to get the bookshop keeper to understand what you are looking for, he gets a couple of books off of the shelves for you, a simple Undercommon dictionary (with no translations) and a book of horror stories in Undercommon.
Taxidea will try to find something to eat both for himself and for Thor.
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
You all find a quaint and quiet little cafe restaurant beside the pond. A dainty, gray-skinned and gray-haired young gnome girl in a lace-trimmed apron and ponytails directs you to a table outside beside the water. A small candle flickers at the center of the table, providing a welcoming ambience. As you seat yourselves, Thor plops down by the water, sticks his nose into the pond and begins lapping up a drink. In common, the little gnomish maiden tells you, "Today's special is an almiraj stew in a hearty mushroom broth made with deep rothe milk and black pepper. We also have rothe steak grilled to order and a good selection of underground edible fungi and plants. Who would like to order first?"
Taxidea says “I’ll take 2 steaks. Medium rare for me, and raw for my furry friend over there.”
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
"The closest thing to a deep rothe you have in the Overlands would be a cow or aurochs," the maiden replies to Orion's query. "So, that's two steaks medium rare and one raw. Anything else?"
"Ah, there you are", says Prim. "I'll take the stew please, and some mushrooms on the side. Do you know if they have any side effects in humans or other upper worlders?" She studies her spellbook as she waits for her order.
"Nothing more than an upset tummy if you have a sensitive stomach or weak constitution," the waitress replies. "So, that's one order of the stew. Anything else?" She asks looking at Oskar.
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(History 25)
Prim turns to face the party. "I'll promise to keep the secret. Everyone gather round & say if you're willing to keep their secret."
(Assuming that Prim recognized the truth spell & calling the party into it for internal concerns without making it obvious)
“I’m good at keeping secrets. Nobody will hear it from me.”
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Orion says for all to hear, "I shall never speak a word of your existence here, in exchange for your aid in finding our way," and he slices his forearm enough to draw blood and wipes the blood across his brow as an outward sign of his vow.
Prim, with that history check, you clearly recall the story of how a group of rock gnomes split from the main clan of Morak (the M'rakeni) and went deep into the underground, never to be heard from again. These are definitely those deep gnomes, the 'Nibleni, and Svelta must be the daughter of the former leader of the family mentioned in the stories.
"Grugnar, Kraksar, Varnak, how about you? Can you keep their secret?"
(Looking from Orion to Svelta)
"Do we all have to do blood oaths?"
(Thinking) "Wait, I remember reading about a clan of rock gnomes that went deep underground. Are you the Nibleni? (Looking at Svelta) Are you descended from (name of ancestral leader)?"
Taxidea looks from Prim to Orion to Svelta.
"Blood oath? Um....no thanks. I'll cross my heart and hope to die, pinkie swear, spit shake on it...but I think I'm going to draw the line at smearing blood on my face. You're just gonna hafta take me at my word. I gotta give it to you though Orion, you are intense!"
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Orion raises an eyebrow toward Taxidea and says, "You're the one who just char-broiled an entire Minotaur, and you call me intense?"
Taxidea shrugs. "I see your point, but I try not to bleed on purpose if I don't have to."
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Stepping into the Zone of Truth, Grugnar and Varnak both vow to keep the secret of the deep gnomes. With a nudge from Grugnar, Kraksar agrees to keep the secret as well. "Although, if what she tells us is true, the hobgoblins probably already know they are down here," he grumbles.
"Yes, I am Svelta, daughter of Svirf, sister of Sven, and priestess to the Nibleni, and now guide to . . . what did you call yourselves?" Svelta replies to Prim.
She looks to Orion and says, "A blood oath was not necessary, but thank you.
"I have some preparations to make before we leave; so, if you would like to explore the village a bit, feel free," Svelta says as she gets off her throne and moves around the altar. "We will meet back here in one hour."
Orion scopes out the village. He is interested in seeing what the gnomes do for food.
"We haven't got a group name, if that's what you're asking. But we're allied with the Frelian Defense League. I can repeat our names if you like" (she repeats if asked)
(Prim replenishes bandages for her healing kit in the village, then looks for bookshops. A "Common to Undercommon Dictionary" and necromantic books (at least detail on Svelta's symbol) are what she's looking for. If there's time after that, she'll take a short rest to regain the spell slots she used.)
As he looks around the village, Orion notices many different mushroom gardens in the people's yards. One house even has a pond near it from which several gnomes seem to be fishing.
Prim, when you think you are finally able to get the bookshop keeper to understand what you are looking for, he gets a couple of books off of the shelves for you, a simple Undercommon dictionary (with no translations) and a book of horror stories in Undercommon.
She'll take the undercommon dictionary and get food on the way back. Maybe a bag of fried mushrooms she can eat as she walks.
She still wants a short rest to regain that spell slot.
Taxidea will try to find something to eat both for himself and for Thor.
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
You all find a quaint and quiet little cafe restaurant beside the pond. A dainty, gray-skinned and gray-haired young gnome girl in a lace-trimmed apron and ponytails directs you to a table outside beside the water. A small candle flickers at the center of the table, providing a welcoming ambience. As you seat yourselves, Thor plops down by the water, sticks his nose into the pond and begins lapping up a drink. In common, the little gnomish maiden tells you, "Today's special is an almiraj stew in a hearty mushroom broth made with deep rothe milk and black pepper. We also have rothe steak grilled to order and a good selection of underground edible fungi and plants. Who would like to order first?"
Taxidea says “I’ll take 2 steaks. Medium rare for me, and raw for my furry friend over there.”
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Orion says to the girl, "What is rothe? I guess I'll have the steak, too. Medium rare, please."
"The closest thing to a deep rothe you have in the Overlands would be a cow or aurochs," the maiden replies to Orion's query. "So, that's two steaks medium rare and one raw. Anything else?"
"Ah, there you are", says Prim. "I'll take the stew please, and some mushrooms on the side. Do you know if they have any side effects in humans or other upper worlders?" She studies her spellbook as she waits for her order.
"Nothing more than an upset tummy if you have a sensitive stomach or weak constitution," the waitress replies. "So, that's one order of the stew. Anything else?" She asks looking at Oskar.