"I don't know about these guys... but I don't really WANT to fight anymore hand things.. I just want to get back home.. I miss my family, and the sun, and the beach, and the sea air, and the sound of crashing waves..." A small look of sadness would spread across his face as he thinks about his home and the destruction caused by the invading dragon. "I hope it is all still there when I get back... if... I get back." he would add with a whisper.
"So Fon, Mimzy, Mugwort... do any of you have any way I can help you? If you all plan to help me to save my island... I want to repay the favor." He would add, slightly changing the subject. "If you are all tired of the swamp, I am sure you could live on the island with me! It is really nice.."
Mimzy's gaze falls upon something ominous on the table before her. Her fair brow furrowing in concern. She glances up at her companions circled round the tavern table, offering an apologetic smile
"It seems my dear sweet mother has need of me, either that you all asking about her has caused her ears to burn. She picks up on that sort of thing you know. But I best be going or she sends someone for me... Griselda's whims are as shifting as the marsh mists so I dare not tarry."
Rising gracefully from her chair, wings aflutter, she gives a rueful shake of her head, "Fret not, I shall return ere long. The call of the swamp never keeps me overlong."
*With a wink and impish grin, Mimzy darts for the door, swift as a sprite. In but a moment she is aloft, veering into the gloaming marsh. *
Mender would wave at mimzy before turning to see Fon with his chalkboard. "Yeah sure! I'll help! Is that close to here as well? Did a blue dragon and a mean wizard do it? Maybe we have the same enemy?"
Mugwort's face puckers up with concern as he watches Mimzy flitter back to her Swamp Hag Mother. 'The timing stinks...' he thinks as he prepares to rise and follow Mimzy only to glance at the gnome Innkeeper as the gnome gives Mugwort a short head shake in the negative. Slowly lowering back down onto his seat, Mugwort drinks in all the 'missions' being tossed about.
"Inn Master... Sir, was that recent attack 'normal' these days? I do not remember such happening or happening so CLOSE to the Inn on my previous visits. Was this attack somehow connected to BOTH these other missions? And what can we do about the chasm out there just steps from the Inn?" Mugwort practically throws up his hands as he slumps back in his chair.
The gnome's face darkens. "It has been known to occur, but the attacks are becoming more and more frequent... the undead, more daring. The chasm should close by itself, if you managed to kill the wight - without lifeforce to drain, the rift between here and the negative energy plane has no 'fuel' to keep it from collapsing in on itself."
Looking out across the mire through the stained-glass window, he mutters: "Something stirs in the mist... something dark. The creatures feel it too, feed off of its power."
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"I wonder if it is the same thing that is living in the magic pool... the thing I need to kill.." Mender would say, looking to the group. "Should we rest up and check it out in the morning?" The kobold would look out the wondow.. trying to determine what time it was right now.
The gnome seems to glance over each of you in turn, and looks perturbed about something. "I am only glad you did not decide to venture further into the swamp equipped as you are..." Hopping down from his barstool, he produces a brass key from his overalls pocket and beckons over his shoulder. "You may want to follow me."
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"Are we getting a reward for fighting those big hands!?" Mender would exclaim excitedly before jumping down from his chair. He would grab his pack and quickly follow the gnome.
Mugwort slides off his chair to follow. In all the previous encounters with the gnome-ish Innkeeper, Mugwort never got more than a greeting and some odd errand to fetch something. This was 'new' territory.
You follow the bartender through a double door, down a narrow, winding staircase. The temperature drops significantly as you descend, leading you to believe this space could be some sort of pantry. But when you reach the cellar, the gnome inserts the brass key into a second door and pushes it open - and you can see there is much, much more to it than that. The room before you is dimly illuminated by a shaft of light which falls through a thin arrowslit in the upper wall. You see all manner of trinkets and oddities. At the far end of the room is a great horned skull, far too massive to be a bull's, filled to the brim with silver plates, cutlery and candlesticks. A cabinet in the opposite corner displays an impressive collection of drinks and potions. Racks of strange-looking weapons line the walls - you see a scimitar whose golden hilt is decorated by tens of tiny glass eyes, and a battleaxe made seemingly of blue bone. Other baskets and chests are bundled into stacks haphazardly across the space. There is dust everywhere, and in some patches it is inches thick. "Welcome to my souvenir collection!" the gentleman calls, and his voice echoes. "First thing is first. I see your goblin friend knows what he is doing, but neither you, Fon, nor you, kobold, are prepared for the perils of the swamp." Reaching into a tall, willow-weave basket, he produces two ornate silk scarves and two pair of what seem to be... snowshoes?
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"Wow, you have a lot of impressive things going down here.. it reminds me of my friends treasure horde back home." Mender would say with a grin as he looks around the room. when shown the items he would pause and look them over... ummmmm...
For Mimzy's eyes...
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"I don't know about these guys... but I don't really WANT to fight anymore hand things.. I just want to get back home.. I miss my family, and the sun, and the beach, and the sea air, and the sound of crashing waves..." A small look of sadness would spread across his face as he thinks about his home and the destruction caused by the invading dragon. "I hope it is all still there when I get back... if... I get back." he would add with a whisper.
"So Fon, Mimzy, Mugwort... do any of you have any way I can help you? If you all plan to help me to save my island... I want to repay the favor." He would add, slightly changing the subject. "If you are all tired of the swamp, I am sure you could live on the island with me! It is really nice.."
Mimzy's gaze falls upon something ominous on the table before her. Her fair brow furrowing in concern. She glances up at her companions circled round the tavern table, offering an apologetic smile
"It seems my dear sweet mother has need of me, either that you all asking about her has caused her ears to burn. She picks up on that sort of thing you know. But I best be going or she sends someone for me... Griselda's whims are as shifting as the marsh mists so I dare not tarry."
Rising gracefully from her chair, wings aflutter, she gives a rueful shake of her head, "Fret not, I shall return ere long. The call of the swamp never keeps me overlong."
*With a wink and impish grin, Mimzy darts for the door, swift as a sprite. In but a moment she is aloft, veering into the gloaming marsh. *
"Wait... Should we come too?! You said your mom might know about the magic pools!" Mender would ask quickly as the fairy tries to leave.
Mimzies doesn't stop but calls back to Mender, "I'll brooch the subject with mother and catch with you all later."
Mender would wave at mimzy before turning to see Fon with his chalkboard. "Yeah sure! I'll help! Is that close to here as well? Did a blue dragon and a mean wizard do it? Maybe we have the same enemy?"
Mugwort's face puckers up with concern as he watches Mimzy flitter back to her Swamp Hag Mother. 'The timing stinks...' he thinks as he prepares to rise and follow Mimzy only to glance at the gnome Innkeeper as the gnome gives Mugwort a short head shake in the negative. Slowly lowering back down onto his seat, Mugwort drinks in all the 'missions' being tossed about.
"Inn Master... Sir, was that recent attack 'normal' these days? I do not remember such happening or happening so CLOSE to the Inn on my previous visits. Was this attack somehow connected to BOTH these other missions? And what can we do about the chasm out there just steps from the Inn?" Mugwort practically throws up his hands as he slumps back in his chair.
The gnome's face darkens. "It has been known to occur, but the attacks are becoming more and more frequent... the undead, more daring. The chasm should close by itself, if you managed to kill the wight - without lifeforce to drain, the rift between here and the negative energy plane has no 'fuel' to keep it from collapsing in on itself."
Looking out across the mire through the stained-glass window, he mutters: "Something stirs in the mist... something dark. The creatures feel it too, feed off of its power."
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"I wonder if it is the same thing that is living in the magic pool... the thing I need to kill.." Mender would say, looking to the group. "Should we rest up and check it out in the morning?" The kobold would look out the wondow.. trying to determine what time it was right now.
Mugwort mutters to himself, "I don't know if I have much that works against undead other than being an insect 'bugging' them with my spells..."
"Your lightning storm seemed to work pretty well" The kobold would reply with a smile.
The gnome seems to glance over each of you in turn, and looks perturbed about something. "I am only glad you did not decide to venture further into the swamp equipped as you are..."
Hopping down from his barstool, he produces a brass key from his overalls pocket and beckons over his shoulder. "You may want to follow me."
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"Are we getting a reward for fighting those big hands!?" Mender would exclaim excitedly before jumping down from his chair. He would grab his pack and quickly follow the gnome.
Mugwort slides off his chair to follow. In all the previous encounters with the gnome-ish Innkeeper, Mugwort never got more than a greeting and some odd errand to fetch something. This was 'new' territory.
You follow the bartender through a double door, down a narrow, winding staircase. The temperature drops significantly as you descend, leading you to believe this space could be some sort of pantry. But when you reach the cellar, the gnome inserts the brass key into a second door and pushes it open - and you can see there is much, much more to it than that. The room before you is dimly illuminated by a shaft of light which falls through a thin arrowslit in the upper wall. You see all manner of trinkets and oddities. At the far end of the room is a great horned skull, far too massive to be a bull's, filled to the brim with silver plates, cutlery and candlesticks. A cabinet in the opposite corner displays an impressive collection of drinks and potions. Racks of strange-looking weapons line the walls - you see a scimitar whose golden hilt is decorated by tens of tiny glass eyes, and a battleaxe made seemingly of blue bone. Other baskets and chests are bundled into stacks haphazardly across the space. There is dust everywhere, and in some patches it is inches thick.
"Welcome to my souvenir collection!" the gentleman calls, and his voice echoes. "First thing is first. I see your goblin friend knows what he is doing, but neither you, Fon, nor you, kobold, are prepared for the perils of the swamp." Reaching into a tall, willow-weave basket, he produces two ornate silk scarves and two pair of what seem to be... snowshoes?
"Do you know what these are?"
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"Wow, you have a lot of impressive things going down here.. it reminds me of my friends treasure horde back home." Mender would say with a grin as he looks around the room. when shown the items he would pause and look them over... ummmmm...
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