Roscoe slips as he goes up and falls hard against the wall, but the voices continue to argue. As you get closer, you hear they are not talking in Common so the subject of the argument is unknown.
You see two gnomes, one male and one female. They are standing by a table that is covered with tinker's tools. You can half see another table in much the same state from the door. Strewn about on the floor are half-finished contraptions.
At the sound of your voice, both gnomes turn toward the door. They stop arguing, look at each other, then come toward you. They're speaking faster and louder, trying to drown the other one out and keep your attention.
Roscoe, you're still trying to figure out what they are saying, so you can't really get a read. But you think no.
The two of them drag you all into the middle of the room, than stand in front of you. They both open their mouths, then turn to each other and play boulder, parchment, shears. The male wins, sticks his tongue out at the female, then goes to one of the tables, and picks up a large (for them) piece of paper. Drawn on it is a small contraption. It looks handheld, L-shaped with blunt end.
"My sanity ray. I'm sure one hit and King Korboz will get back to normal and he'll let King Gnerkli go and things will be back to normal."
"My turn!" The female gnome goes to the other table and grabs a piece of paper about the same side. This one has a strange coat, with too large sleeves and leather strands in weird places.
"Don't listen to Fibblestib. That's dumb. 'Sanity ray'." She rolls her eyes. "What King Korboz needs is my straitjacket. This will make him better and free King Gnerkli."
"Mine is better!"
"Is not. THEY could come up with better and they're not even gnomes!"
"Hmm. Your leaders have some kind of affliction?" Renin asks. "That is.... most unexpected. We are but humble travellers, not well-versed in your ways. I am not sure if it is our place to get involved in your affairs. But if you wish, perhaps we could go and see these two kings of yours?"
Fibblestib puts his hand over his face as the female gnome throws her hands up and walks back to her table. He takes a deep breath and starts to talk in a deliberate way. His whole manner is that of having to explain the obvious. (The two of them have been immersed in this problem and everyone knows why, so the fact that there is anyone who does not know what is happening is lost on them.)
"King Korboz took his husband and locked them both in the royal chambers. He will not come out. We can hear him through the door. And he does not talk as he used to. He is mad. We must make him unmad. Understand?"
"Try and see if they have any ideas we can make better!"
Whiskey chuckles mostly out of nerves. "I mean, Ive been able to talk myself into plenty of rooms, why dont you take us to them and my friends and I will see what we can do."
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Dabbledob looks over her shoulder at Whiskey, a thoughtful look on her face. "Maybe. It's not the time for you out ones. Wait. Why are you here?!" She rushes up to you, talking in an interrogating way. "It is not time for you to be here. And you are not the ones who usually come. Where are you from and why are you here!?"
"Oh, err... we are simply adventurers from Phandalin, come to warn your people of a recent dragon sighting. It seems a frost dragon is on the loose in these lands, and all are to be advised of the threat," Renin says.
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Roscoe slips as he goes up and falls hard against the wall, but the voices continue to argue. As you get closer, you hear they are not talking in Common so the subject of the argument is unknown.
“Ahem... Hello there? Terribly sorry to interrupt, my friends and I are just looking for whoever’s in charge here.” Whiskey says as they get closer
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Whiskey will look to see if he can see the two arguing people
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Inra follows along closer to the source of the noise.
Inra Dawnborn, Lv 2 Human Paladin - Dragon of Icespire Peak, from the North
You see two gnomes, one male and one female. They are standing by a table that is covered with tinker's tools. You can half see another table in much the same state from the door. Strewn about on the floor are half-finished contraptions.
At the sound of your voice, both gnomes turn toward the door. They stop arguing, look at each other, then come toward you. They're speaking faster and louder, trying to drown the other one out and keep your attention.
perception, to see if he can recognize either of the 2 gnomes 4
Whoa, slow down you guys, it's me Frivolous. :) We were in the neighbourhood and thought we would check in and see how you were doing?
“Okay okay, one at a time please, and common if you would”
persuasion: 17
(well, we’re rolling hot today lol)
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Krov simply stands behind Whiskey.
(I am currently without a PC and unnable to roll thru the phone. Im trying to get mt PC back)
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Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
They split up, one talking to each of you. But as Krov walks in, they stop and look at him. Not scared. Just looking.
'You're new."
"Never seen before."
"You smart?"
"Maybe you help."
"Who else is here?'
"They'll agree with me."
"No! With me."
"Why would they do that?"
"Cause I'm right!"
"Are not."
"Let them decide!"
"Fine!"
They turn to the party. "How many are you? Odd number, I hope. Prove me right." They say in unison.
We are 5. What's going on? Roscoe, wondering if they are being set up for a prank...Insight 4
Whiskey looks befuddled and spends time processing these gnomes
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Roscoe, you're still trying to figure out what they are saying, so you can't really get a read. But you think no.
The two of them drag you all into the middle of the room, than stand in front of you. They both open their mouths, then turn to each other and play boulder, parchment, shears. The male wins, sticks his tongue out at the female, then goes to one of the tables, and picks up a large (for them) piece of paper. Drawn on it is a small contraption. It looks handheld, L-shaped with blunt end.
"My sanity ray. I'm sure one hit and King Korboz will get back to normal and he'll let King Gnerkli go and things will be back to normal."
"My turn!" The female gnome goes to the other table and grabs a piece of paper about the same side. This one has a strange coat, with too large sleeves and leather strands in weird places.
"Don't listen to Fibblestib. That's dumb. 'Sanity ray'." She rolls her eyes. "What King Korboz needs is my straitjacket. This will make him better and free King Gnerkli."
"Mine is better!"
"Is not. THEY could come up with better and they're not even gnomes!"
"They would not!"
Their Majesties aren't getting along? No wonder you guys are down in the dumps. What's wrong?
Im afraid im still terribly confused"
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"Hmm. Your leaders have some kind of affliction?" Renin asks. "That is.... most unexpected. We are but humble travellers, not well-versed in your ways. I am not sure if it is our place to get involved in your affairs. But if you wish, perhaps we could go and see these two kings of yours?"
Fibblestib puts his hand over his face as the female gnome throws her hands up and walks back to her table. He takes a deep breath and starts to talk in a deliberate way. His whole manner is that of having to explain the obvious. (The two of them have been immersed in this problem and everyone knows why, so the fact that there is anyone who does not know what is happening is lost on them.)
"King Korboz took his husband and locked them both in the royal chambers. He will not come out. We can hear him through the door. And he does not talk as he used to. He is mad. We must make him unmad. Understand?"
"Try and see if they have any ideas we can make better!"
"Oh, now they might be of use, Dabbledob?"
"You've done nothing!"
"And you have?!"
Krov is really confused about all of this...
H-his husband? Mad? Ray gun, coat? Wha-...
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Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
Whiskey chuckles mostly out of nerves.
"I mean, Ive been able to talk myself into plenty of rooms, why dont you take us to them and my friends and I will see what we can do."
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Dabbledob looks over her shoulder at Whiskey, a thoughtful look on her face. "Maybe. It's not the time for you out ones. Wait. Why are you here?!" She rushes up to you, talking in an interrogating way. "It is not time for you to be here. And you are not the ones who usually come. Where are you from and why are you here!?"
"Oh, err... we are simply adventurers from Phandalin, come to warn your people of a recent dragon sighting. It seems a frost dragon is on the loose in these lands, and all are to be advised of the threat," Renin says.