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In an almost a perfect rendition of a certain blinking guy gif, Marcon pushes off the door frame with both hands up in surrender. "Now hold on there, uh... Floatsy, wasn't it? Listen, Floa-... no, that was the nickname the, uh... other guy gave yo-- wh-what's your actual name? Mines Marcon, by the way. But listen. There ain't no need to get all up a tizzy 'bout things, aight? My, uh..." He glances over to Garet and... grimaces a bit, before looking back to the Mini-beholder.
"Well, the big guy there was just try'na give you excuse to -- I dunno, take it easy? Travel? I dunno at this point. But we needed to go anyways, so ain't no need to start... uh, fear.. raying people."He then looks to the others starts motioning towards the storage door. "C'mon guys. Ya'll have had yer fun, but time to skeedadle. We still got a kid to rescue, remember?" With that, as if to further back his words, Marcon stepped back further into the storage room.
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The spectator growls as the pupils of his eye stalk begin to change different colors. "He was tying to trick me!" Floaty protests. "And my name is Babrilebibtrebubtubub! Yes, I know it's a lot of B's! How do I know you aren't trying to trick me too?!"
"That... is indeed a lot of B's."Marcon says stopping short in the door frame once the spectator appeared to calm again. "But aight, uh... Well first of, and with all due respect, I'm not gonna your name fer now, least I butcher it as surely as one might a holiday ham."He gives a nervous chuckle. "And secondly, I guess you can... ugh.. I mean, -if- you can, you have my permission to read my mind. Otherwise, I don't know what to tell ya. Far as I'm concern, it's like I said. We got business elsewhere." He shoots some of the party a pointed look, before turning back to the spectator with a tired smile.
"And while it would be nice to, uh... eh... well! I s'pose it would be nice to have a wh-whatever you are tag along to help, I ain't of a mind to force it. Nor do I got the energy or inclination for any double talk... Tho' quick question, uh... Bab-ril-e-bib-tre-bub-tub-ub? Can't you -- wait-..."He looks briefly to Rigel. "Did any of ya'll-..." He stops trails off briefly againa nd looks back to Babrilebibtrebubtubub. "-eh, nevermind. Out of curiosity, can't you just take those thing you were s'pose to be guarding with ya and go out? Maybe not leave the cave, er, mines or whatever I guess, but... ya know.. go 'xplorin' I guess? That way you can still be guarding them and not be stuck in here."
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"I don't read minds,"an indignant Floaty corrects Marcon, "I communicate telepathically. Unless you know Deep Speech or Undercommon, in which case we can converse verbally, but what a horrible use of one's mouth. And I thought I'd made it perfectly clear that I must follow my instructions from Mage Master Brightnose - to the letter - else I get poofed back to the Abyss, which means under penalty of banishment, I can't leave this room, regardless of whether I want to or not. Now then, if you good wizards of the Phandelver's Pact want to make an arrangement with Mage Master Brightnose concerning the transfer of my employment, then he will have to come here and dispel my contract IN PERSON," emphasizes Floaty while turning a hard stare at Garet, "since clearly I cannot trust any messages you claim he asked you to deliver on his behalf. Now then, if you intend to remove anything from my inventory..."
"PASSWORD!" shouts Gundren, as he walks past Floaty over to the workbench and places his hands on Lightbringer but does not attempt to move the item. Floaty jerks into an upright pose staring blankly straight ahead and delivers what appears to be a pre-programmed announcement: "Thank you for visiting the Forge of Souls! Please be sure to annotate the manifest with your name, employee number and the item you are retrieving. Have a wonderful eternity! Next wizard please!"
Gundren looks at the others and slowly begins to pull the magic mace from it's resting place on the shelf...
Marcon facepalms and shakes his head, then after a moment or two sighs and pulls the hand away, revealing a dry smile leveled in Gundren's direction. "That settles that I s'pose."He turns back to Floaty. "One last, uh... I don't know why I'm bother, but one last question from me then... What if he's already dead? Or can you like sense his presence in the living world or some such?"He said while Rigel hopefully and others began hopefully headed for the doors and begin picking up the trail, and never realizing that technically he asked TWO questions.
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"Alive, dead - doesn't matter to me," says Floaty. "There's plenty of spells capable of communicating with the dead, bring them back to life and/or pressing them into undead servitude. But my orders stand: stay here, protect the stuff." The spectator crosses his lower two eye stalks like arms, indicating his apparent firmness on the subject.
Ronk scratches his chin, letting out a soft grunt. "Having the password be 'password' seems kind of unsecure. What if it was something like 'friend' but in Elvish or 'unbreakable'..." He shakes his head and looks at Floaty. If you're not going to leave, do you.. Want anything before we go? Or for when we come back through? A snack? Something to read?"
"Ssshhhhhhhh!!"scolds Floaty at Ronk. "Don't just go blurting it out like that! You never know who could be listening at the door! And yes, it's a very unsecure password, but I think Mage Master Brightnose was going for the 'hidden-in-plain-sight' tactic - no one would expect a wizard's password to be something so simple, thus they would never guess it on their own. I never said he was a smart gnome...one does not earn a title such as 'Fourth Assistant Scholar to the Clerk of the Phandelver Booster Club Secretary' through their feats of legendary wisdom. There's not even a First, Second or Third Assistant Scholar to the Clerk of the Phandelver Booster Club Secretary...mainly because there's no Clerk, no Booster Club and no Secretary thereof. I'm pretty sure the other wizards gave him that title as a kind of a cruel joke, but ol' Brightnose took it seriously and wore it like a badge of honor. And so here we are."
"But, since you offered, something to help me pass the time would be greatly appreciated! Books are nice, but for some reason they tend to catch on fire a lot down here. Probably the fireballs. Ooooh, how about an orb of scrying? That would be lovely! Or perhaps some sentient artifact that loves endless conversation...or at least one that can't willingly walk out the door under it's own power."
"You c..could try to pray well t..talk to Mielikki. She is the g..goddes of n..nature and loves all k..kinds of beings. She could teach you how to t..talk to plants.. P..plants can't go away... Well usually" adds Garet with another *shrugs shoulders*
Marcon side-eyes Garet with a dry look and small smirk, before then making a move for the front door of the workshop, presuming Floatsy to be fine with their departure. Once outside again and assuming Rigel isn't slowed/side-tracked getting hold of the armor, Marcon quietly offers the man support in picking up the trail via holding up a lantern to better the light and offering what few nuggets of wisdom had been passed along to him by his mother he thought relevant to tracking.
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Seeing that the potential confrontation may mot come to fruition, following Gundrens example Rigel utters, "Password" as he approaches the armor. After Floaty gives his designated message Rigel grabs the armor and moves to follow the rest.
Once outside he again attemps to find Carps tracks.
Rigel easily picks up Carp's trail again, which leads south. The group follows the ranger to a 10' ledge at the southern end of the room. A staircase built into the floor provides a path to the chamber below, which looks similar to the one they are in....works stone floor and a freestanding structure on the western side. The tracks lead to the double-doorway providing entry into the structure.
Though Marcon looked and had half a mind to scrabble down the ledge just to hasten his decent, the ex-farmhand eventually shook his head and followed after Rigel down the stairs. "Seems we got another building to check out I reckon. But here's hoping the poor kid ain't run into another Floaty. The thing's aight 'n all, but-..."He trails off there grimacing and proceeded towards the double-doorway of the structure for a peek inside, if for no other reason than sate curiosity. That is, unless Rigel bid the group to hang back for a moment.
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"Intruder!" screams Floaty, who then prepares to attack
ROLLING INITIATIVE:
21 - RONK
17 - MARCON
15 - VANZAREN
9 - RIGEL
15 - GARET
2 - GUNDREN
11 - NUNDRO
17 - SILDAR
3 - FLOATY
In an almost a perfect rendition of a certain blinking guy gif, Marcon pushes off the door frame with both hands up in surrender. "Now hold on there, uh... Floatsy, wasn't it? Listen, Floa-... no, that was the nickname the, uh... other guy gave yo-- wh-what's your actual name? Mines Marcon, by the way. But listen. There ain't no need to get all up a tizzy 'bout things, aight? My, uh..." He glances over to Garet and... grimaces a bit, before looking back to the Mini-beholder.
"Well, the big guy there was just try'na give you excuse to -- I dunno, take it easy? Travel? I dunno at this point. But we needed to go anyways, so ain't no need to start... uh, fear.. raying people." He then looks to the others starts motioning towards the storage door. "C'mon guys. Ya'll have had yer fun, but time to skeedadle. We still got a kid to rescue, remember?" With that, as if to further back his words, Marcon stepped back further into the storage room.
Action: Attempt at Persuasion: 20.
Movement: 5ft Northward.
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In case a disadvantage roll is warranted: 12.
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(PAUSE INITIATIVE)
The spectator growls as the pupils of his eye stalk begin to change different colors. "He was tying to trick me!" Floaty protests. "And my name is Babrilebibtrebubtubub! Yes, I know it's a lot of B's! How do I know you aren't trying to trick me too?!"
Insight: 11
The spectator's eye stalks slowly begin to fade back to normal color...
"That... is indeed a lot of B's." Marcon says stopping short in the door frame once the spectator appeared to calm again. "But aight, uh... Well first of, and with all due respect, I'm not gonna your name fer now, least I butcher it as surely as one might a holiday ham." He gives a nervous chuckle. "And secondly, I guess you can... ugh.. I mean, -if- you can, you have my permission to read my mind. Otherwise, I don't know what to tell ya. Far as I'm concern, it's like I said. We got business elsewhere." He shoots some of the party a pointed look, before turning back to the spectator with a tired smile.
"And while it would be nice to, uh... eh... well! I s'pose it would be nice to have a wh-whatever you are tag along to help, I ain't of a mind to force it. Nor do I got the energy or inclination for any double talk... Tho' quick question, uh... Bab-ril-e-bib-tre-bub-tub-ub? Can't you -- wait-..." He looks briefly to Rigel. "Did any of ya'll-..." He stops trails off briefly againa nd looks back to Babrilebibtrebubtubub. "-eh, nevermind. Out of curiosity, can't you just take those thing you were s'pose to be guarding with ya and go out? Maybe not leave the cave, er, mines or whatever I guess, but... ya know.. go 'xplorin' I guess? That way you can still be guarding them and not be stuck in here."
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"I don't read minds," an indignant Floaty corrects Marcon, "I communicate telepathically. Unless you know Deep Speech or Undercommon, in which case we can converse verbally, but what a horrible use of one's mouth. And I thought I'd made it perfectly clear that I must follow my instructions from Mage Master Brightnose - to the letter - else I get poofed back to the Abyss, which means under penalty of banishment, I can't leave this room, regardless of whether I want to or not. Now then, if you good wizards of the Phandelver's Pact want to make an arrangement with Mage Master Brightnose concerning the transfer of my employment, then he will have to come here and dispel my contract IN PERSON," emphasizes Floaty while turning a hard stare at Garet, "since clearly I cannot trust any messages you claim he asked you to deliver on his behalf. Now then, if you intend to remove anything from my inventory..."
"PASSWORD!" shouts Gundren, as he walks past Floaty over to the workbench and places his hands on Lightbringer but does not attempt to move the item. Floaty jerks into an upright pose staring blankly straight ahead and delivers what appears to be a pre-programmed announcement: "Thank you for visiting the Forge of Souls! Please be sure to annotate the manifest with your name, employee number and the item you are retrieving. Have a wonderful eternity! Next wizard please!"
Gundren looks at the others and slowly begins to pull the magic mace from it's resting place on the shelf...
Garet *shrugs shoulders* and express "I do not know" with his face. He lets others lead what to do now
Marcon facepalms and shakes his head, then after a moment or two sighs and pulls the hand away, revealing a dry smile leveled in Gundren's direction. "That settles that I s'pose." He turns back to Floaty. "One last, uh... I don't know why I'm bother, but one last question from me then... What if he's already dead? Or can you like sense his presence in the living world or some such?" He said while Rigel hopefully and others began hopefully headed for the doors and begin picking up the trail, and never realizing that technically he asked TWO questions.
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"You hear the guy Gundren, don't forget your employee number."
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"Alive, dead - doesn't matter to me," says Floaty. "There's plenty of spells capable of communicating with the dead, bring them back to life and/or pressing them into undead servitude. But my orders stand: stay here, protect the stuff." The spectator crosses his lower two eye stalks like arms, indicating his apparent firmness on the subject.
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Ronk scratches his chin, letting out a soft grunt. "Having the password be 'password' seems kind of unsecure. What if it was something like 'friend' but in Elvish or 'unbreakable'..." He shakes his head and looks at Floaty. If you're not going to leave, do you.. Want anything before we go? Or for when we come back through? A snack? Something to read?"
"Ssshhhhhhhh!!" scolds Floaty at Ronk. "Don't just go blurting it out like that! You never know who could be listening at the door! And yes, it's a very unsecure password, but I think Mage Master Brightnose was going for the 'hidden-in-plain-sight' tactic - no one would expect a wizard's password to be something so simple, thus they would never guess it on their own. I never said he was a smart gnome...one does not earn a title such as 'Fourth Assistant Scholar to the Clerk of the Phandelver Booster Club Secretary' through their feats of legendary wisdom. There's not even a First, Second or Third Assistant Scholar to the Clerk of the Phandelver Booster Club Secretary...mainly because there's no Clerk, no Booster Club and no Secretary thereof. I'm pretty sure the other wizards gave him that title as a kind of a cruel joke, but ol' Brightnose took it seriously and wore it like a badge of honor. And so here we are."
"But, since you offered, something to help me pass the time would be greatly appreciated! Books are nice, but for some reason they tend to catch on fire a lot down here. Probably the fireballs. Ooooh, how about an orb of scrying? That would be lovely! Or perhaps some sentient artifact that loves endless conversation...or at least one that can't willingly walk out the door under it's own power."
"You c..could try to pray well t..talk to Mielikki. She is the g..goddes of n..nature and loves all k..kinds of beings. She could teach you how to t..talk to plants.. P..plants can't go away... Well usually" adds Garet with another *shrugs shoulders*
Religion : 6
"Uh, thanks....I'll, uh, think about it and get back to you," says Floaty awkwardly.
Marcon side-eyes Garet with a dry look and small smirk, before then making a move for the front door of the workshop, presuming Floatsy to be fine with their departure. Once outside again and assuming Rigel isn't slowed/side-tracked getting hold of the armor, Marcon quietly offers the man support in picking up the trail via holding up a lantern to better the light and offering what few nuggets of wisdom had been passed along to him by his mother he thought relevant to tracking.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Seeing that the potential confrontation may mot come to fruition, following Gundrens example Rigel utters, "Password" as he approaches the armor. After Floaty gives his designated message Rigel grabs the armor and moves to follow the rest.
Once outside he again attemps to find Carps tracks.
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**This Space for Rent**
Rigel easily picks up Carp's trail again, which leads south. The group follows the ranger to a 10' ledge at the southern end of the room. A staircase built into the floor provides a path to the chamber below, which looks similar to the one they are in....works stone floor and a freestanding structure on the western side. The tracks lead to the double-doorway providing entry into the structure.
Though Marcon looked and had half a mind to scrabble down the ledge just to hasten his decent, the ex-farmhand eventually shook his head and followed after Rigel down the stairs. "Seems we got another building to check out I reckon. But here's hoping the poor kid ain't run into another Floaty. The thing's aight 'n all, but-..." He trails off there grimacing and proceeded towards the double-doorway of the structure for a peek inside, if for no other reason than sate curiosity. That is, unless Rigel bid the group to hang back for a moment.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The doors leading into this area are cracked, their iron hinges partially melted. Wrenching or smashing open the doors requires a successful DC 15 Strength (Athletics) check.