"..and as for the party, I thought you were all hiding to throw a surprise party for the gnome outside on the little islands! My esteemed colleague Ketch here mentioned cake, and we found rooms with the most delicious mushroom wine, or so I am told, and then we found your cake cutting contraption, such a marvelous invention! Are you saying there is no party? Such a shame if so, but then we didn't bring a present, so at least they won;t be offended! Unless they would have liked visitors to bring a present anyway, in which case please accept our humble apologies!" Chom babbles away as his expectations of a party are slowly shattered. Horace stretches out a wing and begins to stroke his head, as if to console him.
"For cutting people and nasties trying to get in."
They turn to Ketch.
"Mine is better cause it is!"
"Is not. Mine will be!"
"I will make King Korboz unmad!"
"No, I will!"
"Will not! Stupid 'straitjacket'"
"Better than dumb 'sanity ray'!"
Beyond the two gnomes, you see 2 tables with odd bits and pieces of metal on them. Each of them have a large piece of paper on it. In the various sides and corners of the room are large, strange contraptions.
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"Gnomes, gnomes. gnomes, gnomes, gnomes... There is no need to argue," Ketch says, in his most solicitous tone. "There is no need to argue and bicker. Our good friend Gnome Chomsky here has the ultimate cure for unwell kings. His powerful magics and quick wits are unmatched in the world... Just bring us forth to your kings and behold as all your troubles disappear! Then you fine Gnomeling can get back to arguing about more important topics at your own leisure..."
Ketch is feeling amused by the bickering so he if first trying persuasion8 before he moves on to intimidation or bloodshed! But he's no good at persuasion he's fully expecting to bust some $#!+ up.
"I am sure both of your inventions perform as they are meant to be and their performances are quite spectacular. As you have said, maybe the King could decide which is better. We can help you bring your inventions to him if you'd like. Your king sounds very wise and I am sure he will appreciate anything you show.
We are here to meet with him on behalf of the town of Phandalin to ask for your aid fighting a dragon. Maybe if you escort us to him, you can also show him your inventions at the same time."
John stands silently, eyes bouncing from one Gnome to another, and to another, as they spoke. He did his best to keep up. As Ketch and Xel-Thoth try to persuade the two inventive gnomes to take them to their Kings, something they said only moments ago rings in his head. "My invention will be the one to cure the King!"
"Theres something wrong with your king? What's wrong with your king?" John blurts out when Xel-Thoth is finished speaking.
“Show is a door and we shall get you inside, a dragon is most definitely important enough’” Ketch proposed. “If it’s important to send us here, it’s important enough.”
There is a minute of conferring between the two of them, then they nod.
"Okay."
"We'll take you."
"Probably won't see you."
"But he can hear you."
"If I had finished my invention..."
"It would have done nothing! My invention-"
"Worse and do less!"
They continue to argue as they led you to a door across from the one you entered. There are steps leading up than two corridors, one ahead and one to the right. They lead you down the one on the right. It is about 55 feet long with a couple of turns. There's one door along the way but the gnomes go past it toward a set of double doors.
There are bits of metal set into the doors, making a design that somehow seems more functional than decorative. The gnomes stop a few feet before and wave you toward it.
Xel-Thoth muses "Two Kings? Gnomes are truly an unusual race."
Xel-Thoth slowly approaches the door and knocks on it with his staff.
"Great King Korboz. Great King Gnerkli. We ask for an audience. We are from Phandalin and have been sent here on a urgent request. We implore you mighty kings to grant our request to at least hear us."
"We are here with your loyal subjects - Master Fibblestib and Master Dabbledob."
((If there is no quick response, or a response that isn't deemed very helpful or likely to grant us entry, Ketch Krumstawp will cast Thaumaturgy and, more or less, repeat what Xxl-Thoth said with the spell enhancing his voice, causing it to thunder out: "King Korboz, King Gnerklu, we are here at the behest of Phandalin with a grave and urgent warning. Open up and hear us or many shall perish!"))
Chuckling quietly at the scene unfolding in front of him, John held his hands up in apology.
"He didn't mean anything by it Miss! We've gotten pretty well turned around here in your impressive home. I think with your kings just on the other side of this door, he misspoke in his excitement!"
"Your Kings are in there, right? They've not responded.." he asks as he makes his way over to pound on the door with a closed fist, three more times
You can hear a fainter voice. "Korboz! Let them in. Please. Let them in. There has to be a reason why they are here. It's not the time for them. Please."
"That you again." Fibblestib picks himself up. "See if you can get him to say."
"He wouldn't say before. Good to hear King Gnerkli is awake." Dabbledob looks over her shoulder and up at the ceiling, as if searching for the 'you'.
“By Gruumsh, this is madness,” Ketch spits, exasperated.
Much louder he shouts through the door: “If you’ve objections to the door being kicked down open up now and hear the news from Phandalin or forever hold your pieces of door!”
"Our reasons here are justified and it would seem a happy coincidence that we are here since you seem to have a problem that maybe we can solve for you."
"Your subjects are concerned for your well-being. We are at your service. By helping you, we help ourselves since we need something from you."
"So we would not do anything to any of you because that does not serve our purpose."
"We have been sent here seeking any device or machine the gnomes may have constructed to fight a white dragon threatening the lives of the citizens of Phandalin."
"Surely there are no ones better who can invent such a device but the gnomes of Gnomengarde."
"And remember, white dragons are cruel and selfish creatures. It may not stop with only Phandalin but threaten even Gnomengarde as well in due time."
"If there is anything we simple adventurers can do to persuade you to give us your aid, only ask."
"As my teachers have always said...'You cannot overcome fear if you never face it."
"Horace, should we tell them about the manticore as well?" Chom looks to the bird for guidance. "No, you're quite right, it would probably stress them out even more, and what terrible guests we would be!"
He turns to Ketch. "Perhaps you should try the door? I've always thought the best way to get past a closed door is to open it! And then we can see a real gnomish throne room, how wonderful! Unless it's a bedroom, seen as one of the kings is sick, in which case, we can get to see a real gnomish royal bedroom, how wonderful!"
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"..and as for the party, I thought you were all hiding to throw a surprise party for the gnome outside on the little islands! My esteemed colleague Ketch here mentioned cake, and we found rooms with the most delicious mushroom wine, or so I am told, and then we found your cake cutting contraption, such a marvelous invention! Are you saying there is no party? Such a shame if so, but then we didn't bring a present, so at least they won;t be offended! Unless they would have liked visitors to bring a present anyway, in which case please accept our humble apologies!" Chom babbles away as his expectations of a party are slowly shattered. Horace stretches out a wing and begins to stroke his head, as if to console him.
"Gnome?"
"Islands?"
"Birthday was last year."
"No extras."
"How would you cut a cake with the blades?"
"For cutting people and nasties trying to get in."
They turn to Ketch.
"Mine is better cause it is!"
"Is not. Mine will be!"
"I will make King Korboz unmad!"
"No, I will!"
"Will not! Stupid 'straitjacket'"
"Better than dumb 'sanity ray'!"
Beyond the two gnomes, you see 2 tables with odd bits and pieces of metal on them. Each of them have a large piece of paper on it. In the various sides and corners of the room are large, strange contraptions.
"Gnomes, gnomes. gnomes, gnomes, gnomes... There is no need to argue," Ketch says, in his most solicitous tone. "There is no need to argue and bicker. Our good friend Gnome Chomsky here has the ultimate cure for unwell kings. His powerful magics and quick wits are unmatched in the world... Just bring us forth to your kings and behold as all your troubles disappear! Then you fine Gnomeling can get back to arguing about more important topics at your own leisure..."
Ketch is feeling amused by the bickering so he if first trying persuasion 8 before he moves on to intimidation or bloodshed! But he's no good at persuasion he's fully expecting to bust some $#!+ up.
Xel-Thoth speaks up.
"I am sure both of your inventions perform as they are meant to be and their performances are quite spectacular. As you have said, maybe the King could decide which is better. We can help you bring your inventions to him if you'd like. Your king sounds very wise and I am sure he will appreciate anything you show.
We are here to meet with him on behalf of the town of Phandalin to ask for your aid fighting a dragon. Maybe if you escort us to him, you can also show him your inventions at the same time."
John stands silently, eyes bouncing from one Gnome to another, and to another, as they spoke. He did his best to keep up. As Ketch and Xel-Thoth try to persuade the two inventive gnomes to take them to their Kings, something they said only moments ago rings in his head. "My invention will be the one to cure the King!"
"Theres something wrong with your king? What's wrong with your king?" John blurts out when Xel-Thoth is finished speaking.
The gnomes look at each other, as if in silent debate, then turn back to the party.
"He is mad."
"Took his husband and locked them both away."
"Won't come out."
"Only says won't let it."
"Only says not his love."
"Won't let us in."
"Would dragon be important enough?" They look at each other again.
"If it attacks the islands."
"Just maybe?"
“Show is a door and we shall get you inside, a dragon is most definitely important enough’” Ketch proposed. “If it’s important to send us here, it’s important enough.”
There is a minute of conferring between the two of them, then they nod.
"Okay."
"We'll take you."
"Probably won't see you."
"But he can hear you."
"If I had finished my invention..."
"It would have done nothing! My invention-"
"Worse and do less!"
They continue to argue as they led you to a door across from the one you entered. There are steps leading up than two corridors, one ahead and one to the right. They lead you down the one on the right. It is about 55 feet long with a couple of turns. There's one door along the way but the gnomes go past it toward a set of double doors.
There are bits of metal set into the doors, making a design that somehow seems more functional than decorative. The gnomes stop a few feet before and wave you toward it.
"You try."
"Tell him I can help him."
"No, me."
Xel-Thoth speaks to the gnomes:
"Thank you. What is the name of your king so that we may properly address him"
"King Korboz is the one who is mad. King Gnerkli is the one who is not."
Xel-Thoth muses "Two Kings? Gnomes are truly an unusual race."
Xel-Thoth slowly approaches the door and knocks on it with his staff.
"Great King Korboz. Great King Gnerkli. We ask for an audience. We are from Phandalin and have been sent here on a urgent request. We implore you mighty kings to grant our request to at least hear us."
"We are here with your loyal subjects - Master Fibblestib and Master Dabbledob."
((If there is no quick response, or a response that isn't deemed very helpful or likely to grant us entry, Ketch Krumstawp will cast Thaumaturgy and, more or less, repeat what Xxl-Thoth said with the spell enhancing his voice, causing it to thunder out: "King Korboz, King Gnerklu, we are here at the behest of Phandalin with a grave and urgent warning. Open up and hear us or many shall perish!"))
"Master?" Fibblestib falls to the ground in laughter.
"Master!" Dabbledob walks up to Xel-Thoth and stands, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. "Hmph"
Chuckling quietly at the scene unfolding in front of him, John held his hands up in apology.
"He didn't mean anything by it Miss! We've gotten pretty well turned around here in your impressive home. I think with your kings just on the other side of this door, he misspoke in his excitement!"
"Your Kings are in there, right? They've not responded.." he asks as he makes his way over to pound on the door with a closed fist, three more times
"NOOO! GO AWAY! I WON'T LET YOU GET HIM!"
You can hear a fainter voice. "Korboz! Let them in. Please. Let them in. There has to be a reason why they are here. It's not the time for them. Please."
"That you again." Fibblestib picks himself up. "See if you can get him to say."
"He wouldn't say before. Good to hear King Gnerkli is awake." Dabbledob looks over her shoulder and up at the ceiling, as if searching for the 'you'.
“By Gruumsh, this is madness,” Ketch spits, exasperated.
Much louder he shouts through the door: “If you’ve objections to the door being kicked down open up now and hear the news from Phandalin or forever hold your pieces of door!”
In a loud voice, Xel-Thoth pleads:
"Our reasons here are justified and it would seem a happy coincidence that we are here since you seem to have a problem that maybe we can solve for you."
"Your subjects are concerned for your well-being. We are at your service. By helping you, we help ourselves since we need something from you."
"So we would not do anything to any of you because that does not serve our purpose."
"Doesn't that make perfect sense?"
"News from Phandalin? What news? What do I care!? That thing is out there! Hunting! Eating! Mustn't get my love. Protect him."
"Tell us! Say what you need to say." The fainter voice calls out. "What news? Tell me, please. Korboz, let them helps you. What is out there?"
"Tongue! Mouth! The screams! It eats! Mustn't get you. Barrel."
"We have been sent here seeking any device or machine the gnomes may have constructed to fight a white dragon threatening the lives of the citizens of Phandalin."
"Surely there are no ones better who can invent such a device but the gnomes of Gnomengarde."
"And remember, white dragons are cruel and selfish creatures. It may not stop with only Phandalin but threaten even Gnomengarde as well in due time."
"If there is anything we simple adventurers can do to persuade you to give us your aid, only ask."
"As my teachers have always said...'You cannot overcome fear if you never face it."
"Horace, should we tell them about the manticore as well?" Chom looks to the bird for guidance. "No, you're quite right, it would probably stress them out even more, and what terrible guests we would be!"
He turns to Ketch. "Perhaps you should try the door? I've always thought the best way to get past a closed door is to open it! And then we can see a real gnomish throne room, how wonderful! Unless it's a bedroom, seen as one of the kings is sick, in which case, we can get to see a real gnomish royal bedroom, how wonderful!"