Mugwort shows his 'footwear' strapped to his back. "Swamp Soles... they help you move in the muck and swampy waters... so you don't get sucked down as easily." He takes off his mask and flips it around to show how he has one of the silken scarves secured, "The swamp has many areas where the air is poisonous. Or filled with spores that can grow in your lungs. The mask protects."
Mugwort looks at the collection in awe. "Most of these I've never seen before!" (( except for the ones he has 'secured' as part of his errands for the Gnome. ))
(((((( and having SEEN some things... does not mean he KNOWS what they do. :p )))))
"I'll second what Fon asked. What kind of perils? I mean... what was in that chasm the Hands came from? Why here? Why now? Is this part of Mender's mission? Are these things part of what is blocking the Spirit Pools? Way too many questions and not many answers." Mugwort points at the large skull. "Was that a DRAGON?"
Mender: you have never seen or heard of such items before, but with a 23 Arcana you can tell there is a glimmer of abjuration magic to the silk scarf.
"Unfortunately, the perils are too numerous to summarize in the time we have. But two very common issues travelers face when venturing onto the marsh for the first time are the poisonous vapors and, er... the mud." Picking up the silk scarf, the gnome demonstrates wrapping it around his face. "These scarves - or rather, Thayan Breathguards - are cleverly designed to only allow the passage of 'clean' air into one's lungs. The other fascinating little device will strap over your boots and prevent you from sinking into the mire. Consider these items a gift" he adds, offering a set to both to Fon and Mender.
"Now, let us move on to more exciting matters..." he says. Even in this dimly-lit setting, you can see Snibfi's eyes - for Snibfi is his name - glittering. "I am an old man, and 'business-as-usual' is becoming a wearisome prospect indeed. So while I am not willing to part with my more precious trophies for free, it is rare to see such brave souls pass through here, and I feel obliged to offer you a very good deal. Between the three of you, give me an idea of how much money you are willing to part with, and I'll tell you what's on offer for that price. Perhaps your fairy friend can also contribute..."
"I'll second what Fon asked. What kind of perils? I mean... what was in that chasm the Hands came from? Why here? Why now? Is this part of Mender's mission? Are these things part of what is blocking the Spirit Pools? Way too many questions and not many answers." Mugwort points at the large skull. "Was that a DRAGON?"
"Too many questions for a crusty old gnome!" Snibfi chuckles, "But I shall do my best to answer. To first answer your last inquiry... alas, it was not... it was something even more awe-striking, from the very bowels of hell."
The gnome's face grows suddenly serious as he ponders your other question, stroking his long greying goatee. "I know not about any creatures blocking Spirit Pools. Indeed, I have never seen a Spirit pool Myself. But if what you suggest is true..." he says, then mutters, "...it could be very serious."
Mugwort looks at the gnome, "You know me. Most of what coin I have is what I've earned doing odd errands for you. So, you know I am not swimming in coin." He slowly pulls his coin purse from his shoulder bag. "I can give half of all I have. That is 4 gold pieces. More than that and I might not have enough to purchase my supplies for the winter months." Mugwort reluctantly lays out 4 gold pieces on the counter.
Mender would pull out his bag and empty the contents into his hand. "I will give you all the coin I have" The kobold would say with a frown. "I had about 10 gold total until somehow a hole ended up in the bag while I was sitting upstairs, before the hands attacked." He would then hold out the remaining silver coins... each one different than the next, some of them hundreds of years old, while others from civilizations long lost." Helping my island is all that matters to me.... I can get by without coin if I need.." he wouldnsay as he held out the 12 silver coins if various shapes and sizes.
Mugwort listens to Mender's words. Looks down at the pile of silver and coppers. Mugwort slowly reaches for his coin purse and pulls out 2 more gold coins. With a long, and heavy sigh, he stacks them up with his original 4.
Snibfi's brow furrows as he sums up the coin. "I will admit", he mutters, "this is a little less than I would have hoped for. Still, no matter." The old gnome hobbles over to a stack of chests in the center of the room. Reaching in, he rifles about a little - you hear the chink of metal objects - before producing a beautiful golden bird strung onto a silver chain. Next he wanders over to the large cabinet, unclasps the hook and reaches inside, retrieving a glass vial with glowing red liquid and a ceramic pot sealed with tar.
Laying the items on the table, he looks up with a mischievous grin. Pointing to the red liquid: "This is a minor healing potion. Often very expensive, but I have little use for it now..." then patting the pot: "Dust of Dryness. You can absorb a small room's worth of water in a pellet the size of a thimble using a pinch of the dust..." he exclaims, approximating the size by curling his forefinger and thumb into a pea-sized hole. "Many, many uses for adventurers with creative minds. I hid a handful of pellets in my... er... to escape from a wizard's tower, by floating up, up, up into the rafters!' Finally, he raises his little golden bird to eve level and blows off some dust. You can see two tiny sapphires set into its eyes. "This one is a beautiful little devil. Whomever wears it is granted extraordinary luck. Some would call it a 'Luck Stone'!"
Smiling at you expectantly, Snibfi suddenly does a double take. "By Tymora, kobold. If that isn't an ancient dwarfish coin! Where did you come across such a thing?"
"Is it?" The kobold replied with a look of suprise on his face. "Almost all the coins on the my island come from ship wrecks... many of them from long ago before I was born. All the coins belonged to my Brass dragon friend but we used them as our currency on the island... they came in all kinds of shapes and sizes but we just teated all the coins of the same material the as though they were worth the same amount." The kobold would then take his clawed finger and point at a few of the silver pieces in the gnomes hand.. "See, that one has a dwarf face on it, and that one has a dragon... those are my favorite, and that one is in the shape of an eye." He would pause a bit and his shoulders would drop. "I had some gold ones but I must have lost them upstairs earlier... I bet you would have liked them too." he would add looking a bit disappointed.
Mugwort listens and looks about as Snibfi describes each item. "Snibfi, sir. You know Mimzy and me. I bet she would put down what coin she had... at least matching mine." As he says this, he places his last two gold coins down on the counter. "My 8 and a forsworn 8 from Mimzy upon her return? Would that help at all? " Mugwort looks forlornly at the pile of coin as he neatly folds the now empty coin purse and slips it back into his carry bag.
The elderly gnome considers Mugwort's proposition, rapping his fingers on the table. "Yes, kobold... you can bet I would have liked to see them. What is your name?"
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No sooner than Mugwort spoken his appeal as if by Fairy magic Mimzy came fluttering down the stairway to rejoin the group her arms outspread to hug the Goblin tight, "Short-shanks did you miss me?"She inquired bubbling over, "Good news! I told Mother about everyone and most interesting in meeting you all especially Mender and has invited one and all to her Haggish Lair for tea and scones."Nuzzling up against the Goblin the Fairy whispers in his ear, "and Mother even said that she wouldn't stew my little green friend. Not today anyway, so that's a good sign."
Once she became aware of what was going on, Mimzy antieed up, 8 pieces of gold and tossed them on top of Mugwarts pile to purchase anything he so desired. The Fairy herself was not interested in anything as she was more excited about her mother's invitation extended to her new friends.
"My name is Mender Mr. Snibfi" The kobold would reply with a smile. "All your magical items sure do look great! I am sure we can use anything that you can spare. I promise to give anything I take back to you once we finish our task if you like..."
Mender would pause and look to Mimzy. "That is great news Mimzy! You are amazing! Your mom sounds the best." Hrle would exclaim excitedly, looking between ger and the old gnome.
The gnomish gentleman sets himself to work examining the rest of Mender's coins, producing a copper-rimmed monocle from his overall pocket. He seems to set several of the 12 aside - perhaps the most interesting ones - humming all the while. This goes on for about five minutes.
"Yes, yes. For an avid collector such as myself, Mender's coins here are invaluable - oh hello, Mimzy!" Snibfi puts his looking glass away, and seems to lose himself in thought for a second. "Ahem. For all of the coins you have presented me, I can offer you the items on the table and one other. Is there any category specifically you would collectively prefer, or would you like to be surprised?"
"I don't know.. What do you all think? I remember being told back home that many magic items have to be attuned and only work for one person at a time.." He would ask, looking to the group. "Back home I had seen a bag that you could never fill up and a jug that never ran out of drinks, and it could even make poison and things too... I don't know what all items there are to choose from though..."
Mender would pause and look to Mimzy. "That is great news Mimzy! You are amazing! Your mom sounds the best." Hrle would exclaim excitedly, looking between ger and the old gnome.
Mimzy flashed a sweet innocent smile, "thank you kind sir but really not that much as raised by a hag and I can sometimes experience Haggish mood swing or two. But yeah, mother dearest is always full of surprises just ask Mugwort!"
"No No No... do NOT ask Mugwort about the very large, looming Swamp Hag Mother," Mugwort frowns as he looks over at the items offered up.
"I am still a bit fuzzy on what we are going to be doing. Hunt in the swamps for Spirit Pools? That might take a while. Hunt for clues to find this band of Silver Buckles? We could rattle some doors in Mermosa or the main goblin thieves and raiders camp? Mermosa and the camps are NOT a place for folks that have sensitive bellies or throats."
"Are we hunting down the source of those undead Hands? I want some BIG magic to take them out faster and easier..." Mugwort stops pacing and throws up his hands. "The swamp is dangerous enough WITHOUT all this new stuff!"
"Mimzy. This 'visit' with your Mother. Is she going to tell us something that will help? Beside... not part of the stew yet? I mean.. she MUST have heard or detected something? Right?"
Snibfi folds his arms patiently. "Whenever you come to a decision, let me know. And if you want some advice..." he begins, "...venture to the city of Mermosapolis. There, you may find clues as to what to do next."
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Mimzy shrugs, "when mother extends an invitation to tea and scones its usually a very good idea to accommodate her especially when she has made it a point of wanting to meet our new friends. You know that as well as I short-shanks. Griselda will tell us what she wants to tell us in any event. But if you wish to decline her invitation then my handsome Mugwort it's your turn to visit the Hag's lair and politely inform her. She did promise not to stew you at least not yet so that should be all the protection you need."
"I don't think we want to make your mom mad Mimzy, I think we can probably stop there first and then head towards the town.. while in town we can find out more about the buckle gang and also try to find out more about the portals as well." The kobold would say with a smile. then looking back towards the gnome he would glance to Fon and back again. "Do you have anything he could wear that would make him harder to hit? I don't think he would be comfortable wearing normal armor.."
Mugwort mutters under his breath, "No No NO.. never make Mimzy's Mother Mad. Nope."
"So, this is the plan? Go visit Swamp Hag Mom for crumpets and tea and then off to the big city for clues, leads and potentially, a knife in the back? Sounds like fun."
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Mugwort shows his 'footwear' strapped to his back. "Swamp Soles... they help you move in the muck and swampy waters... so you don't get sucked down as easily." He takes off his mask and flips it around to show how he has one of the silken scarves secured, "The swamp has many areas where the air is poisonous. Or filled with spores that can grow in your lungs. The mask protects."
Mugwort looks at the collection in awe. "Most of these I've never seen before!" (( except for the ones he has 'secured' as part of his errands for the Gnome. ))
(((((( and having SEEN some things... does not mean he KNOWS what they do. :p )))))
"I'll second what Fon asked. What kind of perils? I mean... what was in that chasm the Hands came from? Why here? Why now? Is this part of Mender's mission? Are these things part of what is blocking the Spirit Pools? Way too many questions and not many answers." Mugwort points at the large skull. "Was that a DRAGON?"
Mender: you have never seen or heard of such items before, but with a 23 Arcana you can tell there is a glimmer of abjuration magic to the silk scarf.
"Unfortunately, the perils are too numerous to summarize in the time we have. But two very common issues travelers face when venturing onto the marsh for the first time are the poisonous vapors and, er... the mud." Picking up the silk scarf, the gnome demonstrates wrapping it around his face. "These scarves - or rather, Thayan Breathguards - are cleverly designed to only allow the passage of 'clean' air into one's lungs. The other fascinating little device will strap over your boots and prevent you from sinking into the mire. Consider these items a gift" he adds, offering a set to both to Fon and Mender.
"Now, let us move on to more exciting matters..." he says. Even in this dimly-lit setting, you can see Snibfi's eyes - for Snibfi is his name - glittering. "I am an old man, and 'business-as-usual' is becoming a wearisome prospect indeed. So while I am not willing to part with my more precious trophies for free, it is rare to see such brave souls pass through here, and I feel obliged to offer you a very good deal. Between the three of you, give me an idea of how much money you are willing to part with, and I'll tell you what's on offer for that price. Perhaps your fairy friend can also contribute..."
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"Too many questions for a crusty old gnome!" Snibfi chuckles, "But I shall do my best to answer. To first answer your last inquiry... alas, it was not... it was something even more awe-striking, from the very bowels of hell."
The gnome's face grows suddenly serious as he ponders your other question, stroking his long greying goatee. "I know not about any creatures blocking Spirit Pools. Indeed, I have never seen a Spirit pool Myself. But if what you suggest is true..." he says, then mutters, "...it could be very serious."
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Mugwort looks at the gnome, "You know me. Most of what coin I have is what I've earned doing odd errands for you. So, you know I am not swimming in coin." He slowly pulls his coin purse from his shoulder bag. "I can give half of all I have. That is 4 gold pieces. More than that and I might not have enough to purchase my supplies for the winter months." Mugwort reluctantly lays out 4 gold pieces on the counter.
Mender would pull out his bag and empty the contents into his hand. "I will give you all the coin I have" The kobold would say with a frown. "I had about 10 gold total until somehow a hole ended up in the bag while I was sitting upstairs, before the hands attacked." He would then hold out the remaining silver coins... each one different than the next, some of them hundreds of years old, while others from civilizations long lost." Helping my island is all that matters to me.... I can get by without coin if I need.." he wouldnsay as he held out the 12 silver coins if various shapes and sizes.
Mugwort listens to Mender's words. Looks down at the pile of silver and coppers. Mugwort slowly reaches for his coin purse and pulls out 2 more gold coins. With a long, and heavy sigh, he stacks them up with his original 4.
Snibfi's brow furrows as he sums up the coin. "I will admit", he mutters, "this is a little less than I would have hoped for. Still, no matter."
The old gnome hobbles over to a stack of chests in the center of the room. Reaching in, he rifles about a little - you hear the chink of metal objects - before producing a beautiful golden bird strung onto a silver chain. Next he wanders over to the large cabinet, unclasps the hook and reaches inside, retrieving a glass vial with glowing red liquid and a ceramic pot sealed with tar.
Laying the items on the table, he looks up with a mischievous grin. Pointing to the red liquid: "This is a minor healing potion. Often very expensive, but I have little use for it now..." then patting the pot: "Dust of Dryness. You can absorb a small room's worth of water in a pellet the size of a thimble using a pinch of the dust..." he exclaims, approximating the size by curling his forefinger and thumb into a pea-sized hole. "Many, many uses for adventurers with creative minds. I hid a handful of pellets in my... er... to escape from a wizard's tower, by floating up, up, up into the rafters!'
Finally, he raises his little golden bird to eve level and blows off some dust. You can see two tiny sapphires set into its eyes. "This one is a beautiful little devil. Whomever wears it is granted extraordinary luck. Some would call it a 'Luck Stone'!"
Smiling at you expectantly, Snibfi suddenly does a double take. "By Tymora, kobold. If that isn't an ancient dwarfish coin! Where did you come across such a thing?"
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"Is it?" The kobold replied with a look of suprise on his face. "Almost all the coins on the my island come from ship wrecks... many of them from long ago before I was born. All the coins belonged to my Brass dragon friend but we used them as our currency on the island... they came in all kinds of shapes and sizes but we just teated all the coins of the same material the as though they were worth the same amount." The kobold would then take his clawed finger and point at a few of the silver pieces in the gnomes hand.. "See, that one has a dwarf face on it, and that one has a dragon... those are my favorite, and that one is in the shape of an eye." He would pause a bit and his shoulders would drop. "I had some gold ones but I must have lost them upstairs earlier... I bet you would have liked them too." he would add looking a bit disappointed.
Mugwort listens and looks about as Snibfi describes each item. "Snibfi, sir. You know Mimzy and me. I bet she would put down what coin she had... at least matching mine." As he says this, he places his last two gold coins down on the counter. "My 8 and a forsworn 8 from Mimzy upon her return? Would that help at all? " Mugwort looks forlornly at the pile of coin as he neatly folds the now empty coin purse and slips it back into his carry bag.
The elderly gnome considers Mugwort's proposition, rapping his fingers on the table. "Yes, kobold... you can bet I would have liked to see them. What is your name?"
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No sooner than Mugwort spoken his appeal as if by Fairy magic Mimzy came fluttering down the stairway to rejoin the group her arms outspread to hug the Goblin tight, "Short-shanks did you miss me?" She inquired bubbling over, "Good news! I told Mother about everyone and most interesting in meeting you all especially Mender and has invited one and all to her Haggish Lair for tea and scones." Nuzzling up against the Goblin the Fairy whispers in his ear, "and Mother even said that she wouldn't stew my little green friend. Not today anyway, so that's a good sign."
Once she became aware of what was going on, Mimzy antieed up, 8 pieces of gold and tossed them on top of Mugwarts pile to purchase anything he so desired. The Fairy herself was not interested in anything as she was more excited about her mother's invitation extended to her new friends.
"My name is Mender Mr. Snibfi" The kobold would reply with a smile. "All your magical items sure do look great! I am sure we can use anything that you can spare. I promise to give anything I take back to you once we finish our task if you like..."
Mender would pause and look to Mimzy. "That is great news Mimzy! You are amazing! Your mom sounds the best." Hrle would exclaim excitedly, looking between ger and the old gnome.
The gnomish gentleman sets himself to work examining the rest of Mender's coins, producing a copper-rimmed monocle from his overall pocket. He seems to set several of the 12 aside - perhaps the most interesting ones - humming all the while. This goes on for about five minutes.
"Yes, yes. For an avid collector such as myself, Mender's coins here are invaluable - oh hello, Mimzy!" Snibfi puts his looking glass away, and seems to lose himself in thought for a second. "Ahem. For all of the coins you have presented me, I can offer you the items on the table and one other. Is there any category specifically you would collectively prefer, or would you like to be surprised?"
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"I don't know.. What do you all think? I remember being told back home that many magic items have to be attuned and only work for one person at a time.." He would ask, looking to the group. "Back home I had seen a bag that you could never fill up and a jug that never ran out of drinks, and it could even make poison and things too... I don't know what all items there are to choose from though..."
Mender would pause and look to Mimzy. "That is great news Mimzy! You are amazing! Your mom sounds the best." Hrle would exclaim excitedly, looking between ger and the old gnome.
Mimzy flashed a sweet innocent smile, "thank you kind sir but really not that much as raised by a hag and I can sometimes experience Haggish mood swing or two. But yeah, mother dearest is always full of surprises just ask Mugwort!"
"No No No... do NOT ask Mugwort about the very large, looming Swamp Hag Mother," Mugwort frowns as he looks over at the items offered up.
"I am still a bit fuzzy on what we are going to be doing.
Hunt in the swamps for Spirit Pools? That might take a while.
Hunt for clues to find this band of Silver Buckles? We could rattle some doors in Mermosa or the main goblin thieves and raiders camp? Mermosa and the camps are NOT a place for folks that have sensitive bellies or throats."
"Are we hunting down the source of those undead Hands?
I want some BIG magic to take them out faster and easier..." Mugwort stops pacing and throws up his hands. "The swamp is dangerous enough WITHOUT all this new stuff!"
"Mimzy. This 'visit' with your Mother. Is she going to tell us something that will help? Beside... not part of the stew yet? I mean.. she MUST have heard or detected something? Right?"
Snibfi folds his arms patiently. "Whenever you come to a decision, let me know. And if you want some advice..." he begins, "...venture to the city of Mermosapolis. There, you may find clues as to what to do next."
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Mimzy shrugs, "when mother extends an invitation to tea and scones its usually a very good idea to accommodate her especially when she has made it a point of wanting to meet our new friends. You know that as well as I short-shanks. Griselda will tell us what she wants to tell us in any event. But if you wish to decline her invitation then my handsome Mugwort it's your turn to visit the Hag's lair and politely inform her. She did promise not to stew you at least not yet so that should be all the protection you need."
"I don't think we want to make your mom mad Mimzy, I think we can probably stop there first and then head towards the town.. while in town we can find out more about the buckle gang and also try to find out more about the portals as well." The kobold would say with a smile. then looking back towards the gnome he would glance to Fon and back again. "Do you have anything he could wear that would make him harder to hit? I don't think he would be comfortable wearing normal armor.."
Mugwort mutters under his breath, "No No NO.. never make Mimzy's Mother Mad. Nope."
"So, this is the plan? Go visit Swamp Hag Mom for crumpets and tea and then off to the big city for clues, leads and potentially, a knife in the back? Sounds like fun."