Dragon of Icespire Peak ***CLOSED***

Vaxis stretches and gives out a small roar. Checking his body, he feels around and notices the flower.

"Well...this is disconcerting. And it's not THAT funny fiend."

He turns his flowery head to Fibblestib.

"I would very much like to meet this king. Come, now that I am having almost full recover, let us not waste a moment. We shall restore his sanity with haste."

Connak is just flabbergasted.  "I would like haste as well.  Sooner can leaf, the better."

Tabesha'l smiles at Connak's play on words, then looks at Vaxis appreciatively: " 'Tis a fine head of bloom thou haveth here, friend Dragonkin ! 'Tis also good to see the rest of thee getting back to proper shape... As I thought, the wild magic's effects do not last for any uncommon length of time. I shall make note of that on further observations."

Answering the gnome: " Any help to fight yon wyrm shall be greatly appreciated and put to use, of this thou shall be assured ! But mayhaps it would be a good idea to collect some of yon dead mimic's mortal remains, as a boon of our good faith before we meet thy Fearful Ruler ?"

She looks at the rest of the group with a raised eyebrow. " I would reckon that its head and oversized tongue shall be sufficient proof of its evil nature, now neutralized by our heroic efforts. Who amongst thee feels the desire to proceed with the severing of said-bodyparts ?"

The gnome prods the mimic carcass with a wand, making "hmm" noises and the occasional "I see..." comment to himself. Then deploys a small clockwork device that shines a thin blue light across the carcass. Once completed, he fiddles with a few switches and bangs the device a couple of times and then it projects an image of the scene it had scanned on the wall adjacent. "There now," he says. "Let's see if this will convince the King to come out from his stronghold."

Fibblestib leads the party back towards the laboratory then further on until they come to a large steel door, firmly locked. He pounds three times, but there is no answer...

Vadernul continues to carry Vaxis. 

(he still can’t see, right?)

The gnome looks around at the party in confusion at the lack of a response from with the kings’ chambers. He raps again, harder this time and listens for sounds of stirrings within...

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Connak shoves his way forward and puts an ear to the door with a concerned look on his face, "I swear I heard someone try to respond..."

He will listen properly with ear against the door.  Perception: 7

Vaxis, being carried by his firbolg friend, pats him on the shoulder.

"Friend...I think I am fine. This...is having awkwardness."

From within, the group finally hears a loud cry: "HEEEEEEEEELP!"

Fibblestib looks at the others with eyes wide and says "That's King Gnerkli!" Banging again loudly on the heavy wooden door he shouts: "My king! Please open the door! I have brought help!"

Rustleing can be heard from within and then everything falls silent once again.

Vaxis leaps down from Vadernul.

"To the hells with this. Bahamut, grant me strength!"

He bum rushes the door and attempts to ram it down.

(Athletics: 18)

Vadernul rages and charges in, helping break down the door if need be.

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Bursting through the door, Vaxis finds a rather bizarre sight: one of the kings is stripped down to his underwear and has apparently been GLUED to an ornate wooden chair. The other cowers behind a steamer trunk. When he sees the large, silver dragonborn (with the head of a flower) force through the door, he points a nervous finger in the cleric's direction and exclaims: "SHAPESHIFTER!!!!"

"Oh no, sorry for the confusion. The magic wildness got me. I am a priest of noble Bahamut, and I have come to rescue you. Connak, Barric, see what you can do about the glue, Tabesha'l, be prepared for trouble. Ando, Vadernul, guard our rears in case this goes to the southwind."

His flower shudders. He draws his mace.

Shaking off the rage as he begins to think straight again, following the footsteps of Vaxis.  

patting Vaxis on the back.  “Don’t apologize.”

Stepping into the room, towering over the gnome in the chair.   “He’s no shape shifters, this place did that to him, you’re responsible too for your abandonment of your herd..” he looks over to the cowering gnome. “And you!  What do you have to say for yourself?”  He says admonishing the gnome Kings

Connak shrugs his shoulders at Vaxis at the mention of doing something about being glued to a chair.  Connak turns to Fibblestib, "I think you would be better able to solve this glue problem."

Connak will look around the room for dangers or curiosities.  Perception: 14

Barric has been reserved throughout, and insightful members of the part can feel the frustration building around him. Upon seeing the inside of the chamber, he turns away and mutters quietly to himself.

"When I thought my burdens could grow no heavier, I have to endure such sights as these..."

The cowering king shrieks again as he sees Vadernul enter behind Vaxis. The angry firbolg's admonishment does little to calm the panicked royal. Fibblestib enters the chamber and gasps at the sight of the other king that has been glued to the antique wooden throne: "King Gnerkli, my lord! What......has happened?!" Further words escape the arcane researcher.

King Gnerkli blurts out: "Korboz! Korboz did this to me! He went mad with talk of some shapeshifting demon just as Orrin and Warryn went missing...first he begged me to retreat with him here, but when I refused....he ambushed me with a sleeping spell! I awoke half-naked and glued to my father's throne!"

Connak finds no hidden dangers in the room, but the festering wounds of what appears to be some sort of bite mark on King Korboz' forearms is immediately apparent to any who look at him closely.

FIBBLESTIB TO THE GROUP: "Two large bottles went missing from our lab the same day the kings did...one of adhesive and the other solvent! Nothing will break the bonds of that glue except it's solvent pair...it must be here!"

Connak turns to Tabesha'l, "We need to find that solvent.  Someone as smart as you should be able to guess where one would keep it?  I will assist you."

Connak then turns to Vaxis and Ando, "Maybe some divine healing, or at least some spell to calm his mind would snap him out of his paranoia?"

Vaxis moves to examine the wound, and dress it as well as he can. He has flashbacks to being a petunia/fern.

"I am having fear that I cannot magically heal his wounds, both physical and emotional. Unless you would have joy watering me again. I will bind it as well as I can, and if necessary carry him out of this place to administer divine intervention. Friend Vadernul, assist in searching for this solvent."

(Medicine to identify wound and dress: 11)

Vadernul continues his questioning.  “We vanquished the shapeshifter, where did you put the solvent?”