Hemeth turns toward his fellow Dwarf, slowly puts down his weapons, and in a very calm and in Dwarven he says:
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Grem, Paladin of Moradin, and the chosen wielder of Moradin's Benevolence...or as you like to call it, Benny. You're surrounded by friends. You've known most of us since our imprisonment back at the Drow encampment of Velkynvelve. That box over there (pointing to Elhutz, who's seen snatching the box from Glabbagool at that precise moment) reacted to...well I don't know exactly how that happened, but you and Elmo were affected by some sort of madness. You lost your memories and Elmo lost his entire consciousness! Our new friend, the Cleric healed you of your affliction. We have him to thank for bringing you back to us. Be at ease, friend. You're amongst friends.
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To Grem in the same soothing voice: "And I am Morgana, your benevolent queen. Your former dwarven liege married me because of my obvious beauty (tosses hair) and you have been sworn to serve and protect me ever since. Please continue to refer to me as 'your highness' as you have been up until now. I always found your honorifics very pleasing." Deception check= 9
Hemeth - "Hahahahaha! Grem, before you succumb to the guile of that sorceress, take a swig of this. It's my special reserve that I've been keeping private and for a very special occasion. I'd say this qualifies, wouldn't you?" Hemeth then takes out of his pack a leather canteen, that looks to be of an intricate design, with what appears to be a family crest, but you can't make out the family name from your perspective. The golden threads tying up the leather also imply a high-value and attention to craftsmanship. You would assume that if the same level of attention to detail in the canteen was taken in the alcohol that surely lies within, then your taste buds are in for a treat. "You're welcome to take a Dwarven sip, if you catch my drift, Grem. But don't let the Halfling see. He wandered over there and I don't have much of the stuff. I won't be able to resupply until we get to Gracklstugh and I visit my family's brewery." Hemeth finishes his sentence with an outstretched arm, canteen in hand.
Glabbagool to Elmo, but surely Gremryl, Hemeth, and Leon are within earshot of the exchange - "I've had some time to think about your teachings on...humor, was the word for it?" it responds kindly. "Tell me honestly what you think of this one." Some bubbles appear where you'd imagine a throat might be in a normal, bi-pedal creature's body. "Why don't Halflings, Tieflings and Dwarves plan for the future? They're all a little short-sighted!" More bubbles appear in what you'd imagine would be a reaction resembling laughter. It's large eyes look around the cavern at everyone within earshot of the joke and waits with anxious anticipation for the varied responses of emotion to study.
Reply to Glab: "Splendid joke, Glab! You are waaaaayyy funnier than Elmo already. Bu then again, a swift kick to the testicles is funnier than Elmo, so...."
Gremryl takes the canteen and takes some "dwarven gulps". The fire as it goes down is smooth and hearty. He wipes his mouth ans hands it back. "Thanks...hemmeth right?".
Feeling better..
To morgana: "no offense last, but I'm old enough to be your Da the times overs. But good try. "
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Elmo approaches Elhutz,
"we are sorry for not trusting ye mate. Id like to start fresh with ye if youll have it." Elmo puts his hand out for a hand shake.
"Would ye mind letting us take a look at that box again mate? That artifact there just took me to hell and back and id like a wee chance to inspect it. would ye mind mate?"
As the dwarven liquor flows through Gremryl viens. His memories start to come back. Adbar. His Wife. The Underdark. The Drow. The Escape. Dark lake. His Companions.
Looking at them with his memories back, he says to Elmo "Master Halfing. If me memory serves me... as it comes back, ye fancied dressing in ladies clothes to lure your victims? Pilfer the wicked and all that aye?"
Aye mate. Me job was to gather information about jobs all over the land me stout friend! Neverwinter, Humperduke, and even Adbar once mate! You name the city, and Elmo has likely commented a wee bit of larceny there. More specifically, I scouted out the stealing to be done. I was to peep in on how feasible the score be, probed their security, noted guard rotations, and other such things. Took weeks, even months sometimes. And Aye, sometimes that involved dressing as a lass. I learned not to mind it after a while. Even got some outfits that make Ol'Elmo's hips pop. I also learned to never try dressing like a lass in Adbar again... apparently an attractive halfling man in a dress such as me-self is preferable to a dwarven female in the eyes of a dwarven male. Your kind can be a wee bit handsy mate... Never again in Adbar..." Elmo trails off.
Elhutz - "I'll show it to you just for the sake of showing you that nothing's appeared to be changed. With your eyes! No touchy-touchy for the Halfling." He holds it firmly in his hand as he presents it for Elmo to inspection. Elhutz sighs. "This thing has so far been more trouble than it's worth...but it might be worth all the trouble if I can find the right buyer." Smashing his other hand into the cavern floor, he mutters, "****in' Underdark, I swear!"
"Har har har!! Elmo mi friend! Ye never told that before..but now that you say it.. did you work at the Broken Anvil?? Tjat was you!! Har had har!! Faldin stoutwood.. he was in love with a halfing women.. said she was softer than elven sheets!!.."
To the rest..
"Me thoughts be coming back again.. apologies if I was rude.. (looking abashed). I'll be speaking with that Elf then.."
Elmo's Inspection check: Without touching the box (and in his defense, he's much more wary of touching this particular little box), his powers of inspection are truly great. He finds that the box appears to still be locked and the mystery as of yet unsolved for. What Elmo remembers about the box thus far is important...Themberchaud. Did Hemeth read that name on one of the runes? Wasn't he someone important in Gracklstugh? Did Elhutz say he sacked an old Underdark ruin for this?
Hemeth's Constitution check (+2) for the Box's Madness effect: 17
Hemeth turns toward his fellow Dwarf, slowly puts down his weapons, and in a very calm and in Dwarven he says:
Only read if you know Dwarven (or if you like Spoilers):
Grem, Paladin of Moradin, and the chosen wielder of Moradin's Benevolence...or as you like to call it, Benny. You're surrounded by friends. You've known most of us since our imprisonment back at the Drow encampment of Velkynvelve. That box over there (pointing to Elhutz, who's seen snatching the box from Glabbagool at that precise moment) reacted to...well I don't know exactly how that happened, but you and Elmo were affected by some sort of madness. You lost your memories and Elmo lost his entire consciousness! Our new friend, the Cleric healed you of your affliction. We have him to thank for bringing you back to us. Be at ease, friend. You're amongst friends.
My charisma saving throw 14
Having cast his spells, and not having detected any evil, and with the zone of truth enchantment. He believes the beings around him.
The Duergar struck a chord when he spoke to him in Dwarven.
"A madness be upon me ye say.. aye makes sense. I feel as if my memories are missing. Ok I'll be taking ye on your word. (He relaxes a bit)"
"Can the cleric so anything to further help me mind. Anyone got a wine skin? Me head hurts like it was kicked by a warthog during mating season..."
To Grem in the same soothing voice: "And I am Morgana, your benevolent queen. Your former dwarven liege married me because of my obvious beauty (tosses hair) and you have been sworn to serve and protect me ever since. Please continue to refer to me as 'your highness' as you have been up until now. I always found your honorifics very pleasing." Deception check= 9
Glabbagool to Elmo, but surely Gremryl, Hemeth, and Leon are within earshot of the exchange - "I've had some time to think about your teachings on...humor, was the word for it?" it responds kindly. "Tell me honestly what you think of this one." Some bubbles appear where you'd imagine a throat might be in a normal, bi-pedal creature's body. "Why don't Halflings, Tieflings and Dwarves plan for the future? They're all a little short-sighted!" More bubbles appear in what you'd imagine would be a reaction resembling laughter. It's large eyes look around the cavern at everyone within earshot of the joke and waits with anxious anticipation for the varied responses of emotion to study.
Elmo gives a solid chortle,
"Not bad mate. Not bad at all. You're learning well lad. Tonight we'll learn to work blue."
Reply to Glab: "Splendid joke, Glab! You are waaaaayyy funnier than Elmo already. Bu then again, a swift kick to the testicles is funnier than Elmo, so...."
Gremryl takes the canteen and takes some "dwarven gulps". The fire as it goes down is smooth and hearty. He wipes his mouth ans hands it back. "Thanks...hemmeth right?".
Feeling better..
To morgana: "no offense last, but I'm old enough to be your Da the times overs. But good try. "
He chuckles at the oozes jokes despite it all.
So what now? He asks..
Did the box open up or just wreck havok? Did our tampering have any effect on it at all? If not, then I suggest we move the **** on!
Elmo approaches Elhutz,
"we are sorry for not trusting ye mate. Id like to start fresh with ye if youll have it." Elmo puts his hand out for a hand shake.
"Would ye mind letting us take a look at that box again mate? That artifact there just took me to hell and back and id like a wee chance to inspect it. would ye mind mate?"
Investigation check: 8
As the dwarven liquor flows through Gremryl viens. His memories start to come back. Adbar. His Wife. The Underdark. The Drow. The Escape. Dark lake. His Companions.
Looking at them with his memories back, he says to Elmo "Master Halfing. If me memory serves me... as it comes back, ye fancied dressing in ladies clothes to lure your victims? Pilfer the wicked and all that aye?"
To Grem:
Elhutz senses Elmo approaching.
Elhutz - "I'll show it to you just for the sake of showing you that nothing's appeared to be changed. With your eyes! No touchy-touchy for the Halfling." He holds it firmly in his hand as he presents it for Elmo to inspection. Elhutz sighs. "This thing has so far been more trouble than it's worth...but it might be worth all the trouble if I can find the right buyer." Smashing his other hand into the cavern floor, he mutters, "****in' Underdark, I swear!"
Thinking he's one upped Elmo...
"Har har har!! Elmo mi friend! Ye never told that before..but now that you say it.. did you work at the Broken Anvil?? Tjat was you!! Har had har!! Faldin stoutwood.. he was in love with a halfing women.. said she was softer than elven sheets!!.."
To the rest..
"Me thoughts be coming back again.. apologies if I was rude.. (looking abashed). I'll be speaking with that Elf then.."
Gremryl approaches Elhutz...and not happy
To Elhutz, “thanks mate. That was right kind of ye”
Elmo telepathically communicates what he learned to the group. Especially to Elhutz and Hemeth.
“Any of this jogging any memories mates?”
Is there any visible means to enter a password on this thing? Keypad? Rotating dials of some kind? Anything?
To the group: "We can continue to explore the box on the road. Let's move out!" (gets up and packs her gear)