MOMENTUM: 4, CHAOS: 14
Lanarial19, Vi19, Tex19, Gareth17, Mimic(AC12/HP7)9, Iri1

A soft humming begins in Vi's throat, and her movements take on the fluid grace of the leopard her style is named for as she slashes with her silver flame covered shortsword at the mimic.

Attack: 13 Damage: 4

MOMENTUM: 4, CHAOS: 14
Lanarial19, Vi19, Tex19, Gareth17, Mimic(AC12/HP7)9, Iri1

That's a hit, but not enough to kirra eet.

MOMENTUM: 4, CHAOS: 14
Lanarial19, Vi19, Tex19, Gareth17, Mimic(AC12/HP3)9, Iri1

The mimic attacks Vi, biting at her with it's huge acidic teeth!
DEATH TACO BITE Attack: 8 Damage: 12

MOMENTUM: 4, CHAOS: 14
Lanarial19, Vi19, Tex19, Gareth17, Mimic(AC12/HP3)9, Iri1

"Wait what is going on?" Iri cries out and follows the rest of the party to the wine. "Where is the enemy? Whats going on? Where is the.. WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT!?!?!" She raises her hand and a stream of energy that looks like waves of the sea on a starlit night shoots out towards the mimic

Guiding Bolt 17 for 12 radiant damage and if it hits, the next attack against the mimic has advantage 

The mimic literally explodes in a vibrant show of starlight, drenching all of you in mimic guts and goo.

"oops...." Iri says meekly. She quietly scoots back towards the door. "Was that all of them?"

"AHAHAHAHAHA!!! Now THAT'S how you do it, Iri!!" Lanarial laughs as he wipes viscera from his face and then claps the sea elf on the shoulder. It's rather obscene how the drow seems to enjoy the warm, gooey feel of the mimic's innards on his skin...

He checks what's left for any potential goodies the mimic may have ingested...

Vi wipes some mimic guts off her face. "Well, that was exciting. And Iri, I have no idea."

Iri quietly scoots back a bit from the drow, obviously very spooked both from the mimic and the fact that she exploded it. 

Tex shoulders his crossbow and smiles widely at the group.

Great work team. Made short work of that mimic. Yeeesh, I hate mimics. Let’s get back to the kings 

Unfortunately, due to the damage of the last spell, there isn't much left of the mimic to discern what it ingested. 

Go visit the King(s) and level up!

You return to the Thro- I mean, Bedroom, of the King(s), where they are still hiding behind the bed. They shriek in fright when you enter the room.

"Is..is it dead?!"

Gareth-Wyn wipes his face and slings a puddle of mucus onto the floor. "Does that look familiar?"

“The mimic, as that is what it was, is deader than a bacon covered goblin in an owl bear nest. Now, about our recompense for this task...”

"Yes, it's very, very dead," Vi says bluntly. "You can stop acting like a couple of owls at noon now."

"Owls at n-" King Korboz begins, confused at the analogy. King Gnerkli shrugs. "Well, that's a relief, we were scared shitless!"

From behind the bed, one of the gnomes farted, loudly.

"Well, as promised, come! You all deserve a magic item or two!" King Korboz announced happily. "To the treasury!"

(Old school Batman scene change sound effect here)

King Korboz unlocked the door to the treasury. "This room is our most private, secret room. NO ONE has ever seen the inside of it except me and Gnerkli. You should feel honored, the first group of..well, whatever you all are, to witness such wealth!"

You guys have your choice to take two magic items total from the treasure as a reward: a hat of wizardry, a fully charged wand of pyrotechnics, a wand of magic missiles, a +1 armor of your choice, and a +1 weapon of your choice.

Vi looks around the treasury with a mix of wonder and seriousness, less like a kid in a candy shop than a swordsman in a royal armory. "Rather impressive," she tells the gnome kings before the group begins discussing what to take.

"Ooh pretty wand!" Iridansa singsongs and she runs in and grabs the wand of magic missiles. Giggling she spins around and dances back out spinning the wand around.

Vi quietly selects a set of studded leather armor that fits her, after gaining approval from the group on making it the other magic item.

Thus completes the mission! Well done everyone!