Dragon of Icespire Peak ***CLOSED***

Vadernul takes a quick nap while the others do their thing.  Propped up on the wall with legs sprawled out.

13 (2 hit dice) 14 and another with the right modifier.

The petunia moves slightly.

"Well...this is embarrassing. Friends, when stories tell of our exploits and how we have honored the gods...Be sure to leave this part out, yes? Meanwhile, if you happen to find some sun...that would also be having refreshment."

Vadernul chuckles “It could be a lot worse.  You ever spend time as a desert cactus?  Miserable, sitting in all that sand.  It’s dry, coarse, and it gets everywhere.  At least, that’s what they say.  Grouchy, that lot.”

Ando turns to Connak. "Surely we're getting close to the two gnomes who we were directed to find, Fibblestib and Dabbledob. Perhaps they know more about the strange magics in this place and could hasten Vaxis' restoration. Passing the turbines was the last direction we received before we would find them correct? Pressing on we could find them and learn more about what's going on."

Connak replies, "Your optimism is noted.  Fibblestib or Dabbledob can be as crazy as Facktore was.  They are unknowns.  We do know that Pog had his head on straight and was helpful.  That is certain."

Vadernul stands after his nap “Our mission is forward, any time spent back tracking is time passed that this place has opportunity to present more dangers.  We should march forward to complete this task.  We wouldn’t have been sent for others that have lost their mind.  I can lead the way.”

 Connak shakes his head no, "Nay, I will lead.  I expected this place to be a safe haven and hospitable, so I let the more diplomatic of us lead the way thus far.  But this place is not safe and the gnomes are barely friendly.  I will scout ahead."

(OOC: I already said I'd scout ahead and rolled stealth.  See this post)

 "I will need someone to carry me until my legs...erm...sprout"

Barric looks at the two dead gnomes and shakes his head.

"They knew it was here. They were hoping we would kill it, that is why they sent us this way. Crafty bastards. They could have just asked."

He sighs, looking over at the rest of the group and the potted plant.

"We should get moving, I do not want something coming out of the tunnel with a blade machine to our backs that could be turned on again."

Vadernul straps Plant Vaxis to his back, up over his shoulder to carry him before moving on.

The Petunia nods.

As Vadernul picks up the clay pot containing his friend, he notes that it is much heavier than it looks. He feels as if he is attempting to carry the full-size dragonborn.

Connak moves cautiously down the hall and hears the distant gnomish voices becoming a little clearer as he does. The corridor bends around to the left and then ascends a flight of stairs. Stopping so that his head is level with the floor of the chamber ahead, the silent wood elf glimpses two more inhabitants of Gnomengarde - one male and one female, both dressed in garb that suggests they are tinkerers, inventors and researchers rather than guards, cooks or half-crazed crackpots. The two seem to be engaged in some kind of argument, but since they are speaking gnomish, Connak can only guess at the subject of their debate.

Ahead of him, Connak can see that the corridor ascends another flight of stairs as it exits the room to the west (straight ahead of the direction he is facing). Checking carefully as he goes, Connak does not detect any sort of traps or other hidden dangers.

Connak will return and signal to the others that the way is clear.

Vadernul will happily go forward after the news.

As Vadernul enters the chamber holding the clay pot containing Vaxis, he finds himself in a workshop, massive by gnome standards, but still rather small for his. The two gnomes stop mid-sentence and cast dumb-founded stares at the 7-foot tall firbolg holding a half-dragonborn/half-plant under one arm.

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Vadernul doesn’t understand what they are saying, but continues to walk in.  “Hello friends!  We were sent in looking for a couple of fellows like yourself.... by people like yourself.  Really hoping y’all can help.  Also, would any of you have any potassium or phosphorus? I’d like to really make his leaves shine.” He says with a grin.

Connak will follow Vadernul into the gnomish workshop, and keep eyes peeled for 'contraptions' that could pose a danger.

Perception: 17

The male gnome speaks first in well-articulated Common: "Mm-hmm...and did these 'people like ourselves' mention a safe word for you to provide, mister, uh...?"

As Connak surveys his surroundings, he sees multiple half-completed contraptions similar in construction to the clockwork bird that he found as the party was attempting to enter the complex. None appear to be immediately functional. He observes no danger such as the crossbow sentry device in Facktore's room or the bladed turnstiles in the room just behind them.

self imposed intelligence check to see if Vadernul remembers: 5

”Ugh. Password... right.”  Scratching his head he looks back to the group. “Speckles, sprinkles, Pretzels.... Spacklesplatz!”

Vadernul smiles again while momentarily going on his tiptoes pridefully

The two gnomes glance at one another and shrug in acquiescence upon hearing the firbolg speak the correct password given their challenge. "Right then...state your business, friend. What is it that brings you to our little commune, so far away from civilization and prying eyes? Hmm?"

In the background of the gnome's words, Connak hears the distinct sound of loud snoring echoing out an open doorway on the east side of the room. Beyond the portal, the corridor beyond descends into darkness.