After a brief moment's pause, a loud clicking of a lock turning resounds. The door opens slowly, a young gnome, perhaps no more than ten, with a misshapen crown sitting on disheveled hair peeking out. His wide, bloodshot eyes glance over the assembled group, then to the wheelbarrow where the oozy corpse lay.
"D-dead?" he stutters. "The monster's finally..." the gnome king breaks into sobs, swinging open the door, and rushing forward to awkwardly embrace each party member. "You've saved me! You've saved Gnomengarde!"
Muffled shouts can be heard from inside the kings' bedroom...
When the gnome king hugs Lamlis, he smiles and says, "We were glad to help, your majesty. Hopefully now you can get some rest as things get back to normal for your kingdom. As you know, there's a dragon that's recently been terrorizing this entire area. We were hoping to bring back some gnomish inventions or magic items with us to aid Phandalin. Your esteemed tinkerers told us that that may be possible if we helped Gnomengarde with the mimic. Phandalin and Gnomengarde have been allied for a long time, and we wish to keep our good working relationship. Any help would be much appreciated." He bows.
Elias grunts and blinks at the gnome king as he awkwardly embraces him. Sire, I must ask what has become of your brother? I thought I heard that you and him were holed up in this room together? Elias tries to crane his neck to see inside the room and figure out what the cause of the muffled shouts are.
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Alban looks visibly uncomfortable as the gnome king embraces him. He's not used to such familiar displays of affection. "That's a very good question, Elias," he says. "Where is your brother, your majesty?"
Zylxian glances between his companions and this young gnome, confusion clear on his face. He awkwardly accepts the hug, shakes his head at the absurdity of allowing a 10 year old to rule, and then moves into the room to search for the source of the muffled shouts, hoping that this gnome is a little... older.
Peering into the room, Elias and Zylxian see what appears to be an absurd mix between a royal suite and a child’s bedroom. A bunk bed covered in elegant fabric sits in one corner of the room, beautifully carved wooden furniture covered by gnomish gizmos and toys. Only one desk in the room appears in professional order, parchment and quill organized.
In the center of the room, an adolescent gnome, perhaps bordering 16 years of age, sits. He appears stuck to the chair by a green oozy glob, which covers his hands and legs as well. His eyes widen as he sees the half-elves, his desperate calls muffled by the cloth tied about his mouth.
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Zylxian sighs in disappointment, then draws one of his daggers and moves towards the king. He cuts the gag from his face, and then will attempt to use his dagger to cut through the ooze to free the kid, trying to be careful not to cut the gnome. (if an ability check is required to not hit the kid, 18)
Lamlis looks totally confused as he watches Zylxian and Elias go into the room. While talking to the king, he was totally oblivious to the muffled cries. With a perplexed look he follows them into the room to see what's going on.
(OOC: Totally whiffed on the shouts. I just assumed they were shouts of joy from the other gnome.)
Alban follows Elias into the room. After taking in the scene, he looks at the younger king, confused. ”What exactly is going on here your majesty?” he asks.
Zylxian manages to free the gnome, who gasps a breathless “thanks.”
“Sorry, Korboz,” the younger of the two says sheepishly. “When you didn’t listen to me...I was just trying to protect you from the shapechanger.”
“Sorry I didn’t believe you,” Korboz looks to the wheelbarrow, shaking his head, before turning back to his younger brother. “Just...next time don’t glue me to a chair, yeah?”
With a sheepish grin, Gnerkli runs to embrace his brother. “It’s all better now! See, these nice people killed the shapechanger!”
”We have much to thank you for,” King Korboz looks at each half-elf, trying to stand tall and regal. “The safety of Gnomengarde, and my freedom as well.” His speech is interrupted by a rumbling stomach. “Er...perhaps I can thank you over a meal?”
”A feast!” The young king Gnerkli adds excitedly. “A feast in their honor!”
Elias looks around entirely confused. Well, erm... A meal would indeed be welcome. Then we can talk more about the other threats in the area and get back to why we came here.
"I'll go tell the cooks!" Gnerli rushes out of the room with a grin, Korboz following with a sigh.
"We'll catch them up on our arrangement," Fibblestib says to the party, puffing multi-colored smoke out of his pipe. "Dabbledob and I will go fetch the inventions for you to fight the dragon...they'll be presented to you at dinner." He smiles and nods to each party member. "You've helped us out tremendously, friends. We consider it an honor to be able to help you and Phandelin in return."
Dabbledob taps her foot impatiently, checking a gizmo on her wrist. "Dinner will be served in about an hour. Rest, or do what you will until then."
The master tinkerers exit the room, leaving the party alone.
((You can give a quick summary of what you're doing during this short rest, explore more, or role play it out however you'd like))
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I've never been to a gnomish city. I'm gonna take the next hour to walk around and explore these caverns a bit. Anyone wanna come along?" Lamlis will wait to see if anyone wants to join him. If not, he's just gonna spend the next hour exploring some of the different tunnels. If he has time, he may see if he's able to look around the interesting mushroom island where they first came into Gnomengarde.
Elias waves his hand saying I'll catch up to you. After living so long on a ship I've learned to get yourself clean when you can. I'm going to find their version of a bathhouse and get cleaned up. If it doesn't take to long I'll come try and find you after. See you guys later! With that Elias goes off in search of a place to get cleaned up, hoping the gnomes have a way of heating water without too much trouble. When that is done and if there is still more time to wait, Elias will go exploring the mushroom island as well.
"Exploring sounds interesting, but I need to rest," Alban says to his companions. "Our last two fights took a lot out of me, and I want to be prepared should anything unexpected happen."
((OOC: Alban will go with Elias to see if a bath is possible. He'll spend his hour resting to regain his spell slot and his Hexblade's curse.))
Alban waits to see if Zylxian can convince the kings to open the door.
After a brief moment's pause, a loud clicking of a lock turning resounds. The door opens slowly, a young gnome, perhaps no more than ten, with a misshapen crown sitting on disheveled hair peeking out. His wide, bloodshot eyes glance over the assembled group, then to the wheelbarrow where the oozy corpse lay.
"D-dead?" he stutters. "The monster's finally..." the gnome king breaks into sobs, swinging open the door, and rushing forward to awkwardly embrace each party member. "You've saved me! You've saved Gnomengarde!"
Muffled shouts can be heard from inside the kings' bedroom...
When the gnome king hugs Lamlis, he smiles and says, "We were glad to help, your majesty. Hopefully now you can get some rest as things get back to normal for your kingdom. As you know, there's a dragon that's recently been terrorizing this entire area. We were hoping to bring back some gnomish inventions or magic items with us to aid Phandalin. Your esteemed tinkerers told us that that may be possible if we helped Gnomengarde with the mimic. Phandalin and Gnomengarde have been allied for a long time, and we wish to keep our good working relationship. Any help would be much appreciated." He bows.
Elias grunts and blinks at the gnome king as he awkwardly embraces him. Sire, I must ask what has become of your brother? I thought I heard that you and him were holed up in this room together? Elias tries to crane his neck to see inside the room and figure out what the cause of the muffled shouts are.
Perception 12
Alban looks visibly uncomfortable as the gnome king embraces him. He's not used to such familiar displays of affection. "That's a very good question, Elias," he says. "Where is your brother, your majesty?"
Perception 22
Persuasion 23
Zylxian glances between his companions and this young gnome, confusion clear on his face. He awkwardly accepts the hug, shakes his head at the absurdity of allowing a 10 year old to rule, and then moves into the room to search for the source of the muffled shouts, hoping that this gnome is a little... older.
Peering into the room, Elias and Zylxian see what appears to be an absurd mix between a royal suite and a child’s bedroom. A bunk bed covered in elegant fabric sits in one corner of the room, beautifully carved wooden furniture covered by gnomish gizmos and toys. Only one desk in the room appears in professional order, parchment and quill organized.
In the center of the room, an adolescent gnome, perhaps bordering 16 years of age, sits. He appears stuck to the chair by a green oozy glob, which covers his hands and legs as well. His eyes widen as he sees the half-elves, his desperate calls muffled by the cloth tied about his mouth.
Zylxian sighs in disappointment, then draws one of his daggers and moves towards the king. He cuts the gag from his face, and then will attempt to use his dagger to cut through the ooze to free the kid, trying to be careful not to cut the gnome.
(if an ability check is required to not hit the kid, 18)
Lamlis looks totally confused as he watches Zylxian and Elias go into the room. While talking to the king, he was totally oblivious to the muffled cries. With a perplexed look he follows them into the room to see what's going on.
(OOC: Totally whiffed on the shouts. I just assumed they were shouts of joy from the other gnome.)
Alban follows Elias into the room. After taking in the scene, he looks at the younger king, confused. ”What exactly is going on here your majesty?” he asks.
Zylxian manages to free the gnome, who gasps a breathless “thanks.”
“Sorry, Korboz,” the younger of the two says sheepishly. “When you didn’t listen to me...I was just trying to protect you from the shapechanger.”
“Sorry I didn’t believe you,” Korboz looks to the wheelbarrow, shaking his head, before turning back to his younger brother. “Just...next time don’t glue me to a chair, yeah?”
With a sheepish grin, Gnerkli runs to embrace his brother. “It’s all better now! See, these nice people killed the shapechanger!”
”We have much to thank you for,” King Korboz looks at each half-elf, trying to stand tall and regal. “The safety of Gnomengarde, and my freedom as well.” His speech is interrupted by a rumbling stomach. “Er...perhaps I can thank you over a meal?”
”A feast!” The young king Gnerkli adds excitedly. “A feast in their honor!”
Elias looks around entirely confused. Well, erm... A meal would indeed be welcome. Then we can talk more about the other threats in the area and get back to why we came here.
Alban's stomach rumbles as well. He grins at Korboz. "I wouldn't say no to food, your majesty," he replies.
"A feast would be wonderful." Lamlis grins and nudges Alban. He whispers, "Are you always hungry?"
Alban grims sheepishly at Lamlis. "Basically," he whispers back. "It takes a lot of energy to be this awesome."
"I'll go tell the cooks!" Gnerli rushes out of the room with a grin, Korboz following with a sigh.
"We'll catch them up on our arrangement," Fibblestib says to the party, puffing multi-colored smoke out of his pipe. "Dabbledob and I will go fetch the inventions for you to fight the dragon...they'll be presented to you at dinner." He smiles and nods to each party member. "You've helped us out tremendously, friends. We consider it an honor to be able to help you and Phandelin in return."
Dabbledob taps her foot impatiently, checking a gizmo on her wrist. "Dinner will be served in about an hour. Rest, or do what you will until then."
The master tinkerers exit the room, leaving the party alone.
((You can give a quick summary of what you're doing during this short rest, explore more, or role play it out however you'd like))
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I've never been to a gnomish city. I'm gonna take the next hour to walk around and explore these caverns a bit. Anyone wanna come along?" Lamlis will wait to see if anyone wants to join him. If not, he's just gonna spend the next hour exploring some of the different tunnels. If he has time, he may see if he's able to look around the interesting mushroom island where they first came into Gnomengarde.
Elias waves his hand saying I'll catch up to you. After living so long on a ship I've learned to get yourself clean when you can. I'm going to find their version of a bathhouse and get cleaned up. If it doesn't take to long I'll come try and find you after. See you guys later! With that Elias goes off in search of a place to get cleaned up, hoping the gnomes have a way of heating water without too much trouble. When that is done and if there is still more time to wait, Elias will go exploring the mushroom island as well.
"Exploring sounds interesting, but I need to rest," Alban says to his companions. "Our last two fights took a lot out of me, and I want to be prepared should anything unexpected happen."
((OOC: Alban will go with Elias to see if a bath is possible. He'll spend his hour resting to regain his spell slot and his Hexblade's curse.))
Elias pats Alban on the back. Let's go friend. I look forward to seeing how gnome's have changed bathing with their inventing.
((OOC I am taking tomorrow off work to help my wife paint her new classroom, so not sure if I will be posting any tomorrow.))