((OOC: thank you all! all is well, just busy with summer courses starting up. Very blessed for online school, saves me hours of commute between all the other craziness rn))
The guard rushes to retrieve the tinkerers as instructed. When the two gnomes arrive, following you back to the wine cellar, they gasp in unison at the purple ooze.
"My word, is that it? The mimic?" Fibblestib's pipe drops out of his mouth. "You've actually managed to find and kill the beast? How?"
"I have to admit, I'm impressed," Dabbledob says, unable to keep a tone of awe out of her normally calloused voice.
"We talked to several gnomes in the kitchen about the missing gnomes. They told us one of them seemed to vanish from his garage, and the other from this cellar. We found a dagger in the garage with a purple substance on it and were able to track it to here. When we got close the creature polymorphed from a wine barrel into a creature with nasty fangs. It attacked us, and luckily, we were able to fend it off."
The next step though is finding some way for your kings to be made aware of this, so the one can stop his panic filled actions. If it was brought to his door would he at least peak out to look at it?
(Hello all, sorry for my absence these last two weeks. Don’t really want to get in to it because it’s tied to personal life, but should be back now.) Zylxian returns to the group beside the two head tinkerers, as he had previously stayed behind to talk more about the disappearances and the king (just coming up with in game explanation for absence). He turns to the group, smiles and says “Seems I missed all the action. You guys didn’t get too beat up without me, did you?” He’ll then look at Elias and say, “Unless the kings have set up magical wards upon their door, getting in shouldn’t be a problem,” as he pulls out his Thieves’ Tools.
"Yes, you'll have to inform the kings at once," Flibblestib nods, picking up his pipe and cleaning it with a handkerchief. "Perhaps the madness will finally be over if he can see the shapeshifter is dead." He glances to the oozy corpse. "Though I'm not sure how you're going to transport that."
Lamlis looks at the corpse with his right thumb and forefinger on his chin, as if in thought. "There must be a wheelbarrow around here somewhere. I bet that would work. First, we just need a shovel of some sort to pick up the corpse."
Lamlis uses the shovel to scrape up what's left of the mimic corpse and place it in the wheelbarrow. "There. That should do it. Off to the Kings then."
Lamlis turns to Alban and gives a smirk. "I don't think this is what we were expecting when we were at the tavern, eh?" He follows the tinkerers and Alban down the hallway back towards the kings.
Following the tinkerers through Gnomengarde, the party travels over a rope bridge, through a couple stone rooms, and finally arrive at great wood door.
"The kings bedroom," Fibblestib nods towards the door. "We'll let you do the talking here...none of our past attempts have worked."
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Zylxian moves to the door and bangs on it a few times, calling out “Kings Korboz and Gnerkli, we are aid sent by Phandalin’s townmaster. We have slain the shapechanger responsible for the recent disappearances, and have carted said shapechanger’s body here. You can come and see for yourself, the current danger has passed and it is now safe for you both to rejoin the folk of Gnomengarde and rule them wisely in this time of chaos that has taken hold around the area. If you remain holed up in your room, I fear for the future of Gnomengarde being left without experienced Kings such as yourself leading the city.” Persuasion: 16
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The guard rushes to retrieve the tinkerers as instructed. When the two gnomes arrive, following you back to the wine cellar, they gasp in unison at the purple ooze.
"My word, is that it? The mimic?" Fibblestib's pipe drops out of his mouth. "You've actually managed to find and kill the beast? How?"
"I have to admit, I'm impressed," Dabbledob says, unable to keep a tone of awe out of her normally calloused voice.
"We talked to several gnomes in the kitchen about the missing gnomes. They told us one of them seemed to vanish from his garage, and the other from this cellar. We found a dagger in the garage with a purple substance on it and were able to track it to here. When we got close the creature polymorphed from a wine barrel into a creature with nasty fangs. It attacked us, and luckily, we were able to fend it off."
The next step though is finding some way for your kings to be made aware of this, so the one can stop his panic filled actions. If it was brought to his door would he at least peak out to look at it?
Alban nods. "Finding the blasted thing was the most difficult part," he says. "Killing it was fairly simple."
(Hello all, sorry for my absence these last two weeks. Don’t really want to get in to it because it’s tied to personal life, but should be back now.) Zylxian returns to the group beside the two head tinkerers, as he had previously stayed behind to talk more about the disappearances and the king (just coming up with in game explanation for absence). He turns to the group, smiles and says “Seems I missed all the action. You guys didn’t get too beat up without me, did you?” He’ll then look at Elias and say, “Unless the kings have set up magical wards upon their door, getting in shouldn’t be a problem,” as he pulls out his Thieves’ Tools.
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"Yes, you'll have to inform the kings at once," Flibblestib nods, picking up his pipe and cleaning it with a handkerchief. "Perhaps the madness will finally be over if he can see the shapeshifter is dead." He glances to the oozy corpse. "Though I'm not sure how you're going to transport that."
Lamlis looks at the corpse with his right thumb and forefinger on his chin, as if in thought. "There must be a wheelbarrow around here somewhere. I bet that would work. First, we just need a shovel of some sort to pick up the corpse."
"I'll see what I can do," Fibblestib nods, then rushes off with Dabbledob.
The gnomes return a few minutes later with the requested items, a wheelbarrow and shovel, offering them to the party.
Lamlis uses the shovel to scrape up what's left of the mimic corpse and place it in the wheelbarrow. "There. That should do it. Off to the Kings then."
Alban takes the wheelbarrow and wheels the mimic’s corpse through the tunnels. He follows the tinkers as they lead the way toward the kings.
Lamlis turns to Alban and gives a smirk. "I don't think this is what we were expecting when we were at the tavern, eh?" He follows the tinkerers and Alban down the hallway back towards the kings.
“This certainly isn’t why I was expecting Lamlis,” Alban replies, laughing.
Following the tinkerers through Gnomengarde, the party travels over a rope bridge, through a couple stone rooms, and finally arrive at great wood door.
"The kings bedroom," Fibblestib nods towards the door. "We'll let you do the talking here...none of our past attempts have worked."
Zylxian moves to the door and bangs on it a few times, calling out “Kings Korboz and Gnerkli, we are aid sent by Phandalin’s townmaster. We have slain the shapechanger responsible for the recent disappearances, and have carted said shapechanger’s body here. You can come and see for yourself, the current danger has passed and it is now safe for you both to rejoin the folk of Gnomengarde and rule them wisely in this time of chaos that has taken hold around the area. If you remain holed up in your room, I fear for the future of Gnomengarde being left without experienced Kings such as yourself leading the city.”
Persuasion: 16