Kaemgen would look from Auric to Factore and back. Finally he'd ask the gnome "That medical help you said you could send for? Could we get that before the grand audience? I'd prefer my wolf here not need wait much longer..."
Facktoré tapped her foot with her hands on her hips. They're all piled outside the workshop, and if they were to rest, surely they'd eventually grab attention, completely negating their sneaking efforts. She'd look around to each of the men, but it was Pollux's dopey face that eventually won her over. Kaemgen's plea to have the wolf tended to sooner than later was enough to keep her from giving the group too much sass back. "Alright. But I wouldn't recommend staying out here in the hallway."
The gnome would shimmy by passed Kaemgen and Pollux, taking a turn to the south. She'd approach a giant vault door. Facktoré reaches into her tinkerer's belt to pull out some convenient lock picking supplies. With a few clicks there'd be a final loud clunk before setting off a chain reaction of locks and mechanisms that were engaged inside. Then with a creek, the heavy door would open.
Inside would reveal a large room filled with heaps of mechanical components, loose gears, twisted bits of metal, and other scraps that the gnomes use to cobble together new inventions. The warmth of the lantern lights bounces off the rolling hills of all the different metals. Beneath the lanterns there were a jumble of nonfunctional gnomish gizmos hung up all over the walls. They were probably early prototypes on display. Essentially, this was a tinkerer's dream hoard.
"Make yourselves comfortable while I go fetch Joybell." Facktoré would encourage.
Kaemgen gently sets the wolf down and tells the other to keep an eye on them. Kaemgen then moves about the room curiously and... well, touches everything! Not being crazy and juggling stuff or anything, but he does look at all the stuff at display and the scraps and all with a bit of fascination.
Mr.Dark leans against the wall next to the door and looks casual, but eyes the gnome on her way out the door. He absently peeks down the hallway as she wanders off and glances back at the group. He trusts their gnome tour guide less far than he could throw her. He otherwise turns his attention back to the room. It is rather curious. Much like Kaemgan, he'll wander about the room looking at things in interest.
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Pollux does the whole reachy foot thing, searching for the ground, you know, to make sure it's actually still there, as Kaemgen sets him down. He stays put pretty much how ever he's plopped, almost afraid to move and set off a bomb. Sitting, Castor listens, for now. He totally planned to poke his nose around.
Mr. Dark's peek down the hallway catches Facktoré doing a little jump and kicking her heels together in the air. Small hidden wheels in the base of her shoes click into place so when she landed she practically just skated away.
Mr. Dark then joins Kaemgen through a preliminary scan of the room. Something gave them the sense that someone else has been here... Something definitely happened...
Investigation Check (There's so much to find here! Expand your thoughts and search.)
Roll Call: Mr. Dark and Kaemgen! Hint: You have two snouts to your disposal if you include them.
Kaemgen picks up and puts down several things in quick succession, just out of curiosity looking at things, without really thinking about them. He'll then look back at the pups and decide to put Castor to work. "C'mon Castor, sniff around! Make sure there's no more of those tricky beer barrels in here!" And leave Pollux alone to rest, instead of goading him into some trouble, Kaemgen thinks.
Investigation: 8 ... Second roll if Castor sniffer adds advantage on the roll: 8
More like a supervisor and watches as Kaemgen and Castor actually sift through things. The pup pokes his nose around and the man just picks things up and puts them back down. There appeared to be no rhyme or reason to much of it, until Dark started to notice things that appeared more out of place than what belonged. It started with the wolf nudging a vial with his nose and Kaemgen picking up another. Potion vials with Adabra’s mark. Then he’d notice a trail of dry blood spattered about.
Creeping back along the walls, Mr Dark takes in a widen vantage point. Looking over the room as a whole he watches Kaemgen step in something. Castor would sniff it. They both exchange a look of bewilderment. The pair looked to be standing at the centre of a battle scene. Parts of a grandfather clock were scattered about and Kaemgen’s boot was in remnants of a slain anamorphic beast.
Meanwhile, Auric was beside himself trying to figure out how to reverse the absurdities.
Mr.Dark speaks out loud, "There was a battle with one of those beasts that can look like an object in here. I'd guess it still might be in here." He glances around for a grandfather clock that isn't damaged.
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“You mean the kegs? I don’t see any kegs in.., ohhh, you think they can turn into more than one thing? So they could be anything?” Kaemgen says, the implications dawning on him and his hands moving to his weapons… “Or any one?”
“Auric is… not quite himself…” Kaemgen considers, aloud. “And mr.Dark was gone from all our eyes for long enough for anything to happen.”
Kaemgen looks down at the wolf a moment. “What’s your sniffer say? Are they really them?”
Mr.Dark guwfaws at Kaemgan, "I am literally telling you to be careful of shape shifting things. Would a shape shifting thing tell you to be worried. Unless I'm playing the long con. Oooh, good point. Ok, fine dogs, sniff me."
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Mr. Dark takes caution and looks for a copy of the 'corpse' within the room. He'd find some remnants of grandfather clocks, but nothing jumped out and bit him. Eventually he'd feel comfortable enough to state that the room was clear of any objects that would come to life. Whether one would cut themselves on something sharp, well that's on them.
Castor's eyes grow and his ears twitch, attention darting around to those around him suspiciously. He'd know right!? Right!? A wolf's nose knows, right?! After a few blinks, he'd give his head and body a shake, kicking up some fur, dust and dander. And when given permission, Castor would snap to attention and go snout deep, sniffing.
Everyone checks out.
The door would suddenly swing wide. It'd make a loud clang when it'd come to 'rest' against the wall. In the doorway stands a tiny silhouette with a firm stance, hands on hips. As some dust settles and the light breaks through you're all greeted by the one and only...
Joybell (J) ('Hostess' and Master Brewer)
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." The sweetest, most colourful old gnome saunters into the room with arms full of supplies. She'd sway off course as she'd make her way in, but would eventually correct herself to arrive where she intended. "So who's the party pooper who blew up my stash?" Her foot would tap as she'd scan the group.
"He did it," Kaemgen responds instantly, pointing at Mr.Dark. He honestly forgets who started it all ablaze but Mr.Dark just seems a good candidate to blame things on in any case.
"But it was a desperate situation... Some kind of living barrels were attacking us. Our wolves in particular. Pollux there in particular got quite the wounds... If there is anything you can do..." Kaemgen does his best to look desperate and allows his voice to trail off.
Joybell's eyes would narrow in suspicion to the man pointing the finger. As he trailed off, she'd stare for an uncomfortable moment. Then she'd wink with a chuckle. "Welp! Blew some nasty barrels to bits, AND secured yourselves some extra work." She'd grin wide. "All you lads will do a fine job at haulin' clear all that rubble you left behind." The old gnome would nod as she'd scan each one before making her way over to the injured wolf. "An unplanned expansion. Joybell's Jolly Jugs!" She'd chime with enthusiasm as she crouches, knees cracking on her way down. Giving the wild creature a moment to sniff her hand and familiarize itself with her, she'd begin looking him over and preparing for treatment.
Mr.Dark leans against the wall casually. When Kaemgen points his finger accusing Mr.Dark, he raises a curious eyebrow but doesn't flinch much. After the woman looks about, then finally looks away, Mr.Dark scratches his chin, using his middle finger, while locking eyes with Kaemgan. Then yes, he sits down for a short rest waiting for the trouble making gnome to return.
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”We were unfortunately misinformed as to the flammability of the fluid in the barrels, Madame Joybell,” responds Auric as he settles in for a rest, “And in the chaos of battle, we used many tools of war, including blade and spell, to rid thine cavern of two devouring shapeshifters.”
”Hast thou healing ability that thee might assuage the wounds of my companions?”he asks.
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
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Kaemgen grabs a Second Wind while accusing Mr.Dark ((for 3 hp recovered) and will be unable to force himself to not chuckle at Mr.Dark's gesture a moment later... Kaemgen will then help introduce Joybell to both Castor and Pollux and assure them both that she's alright, to let her have a look. "So long as she's not a shifter," Kaemgen will whisper to Pollux under the guise of leaning in close to give him a good scratching of the ears, encouraging the wolf to sniff her good and plenty to be sure. ((Kaemgen has apparently decided the wolves have magical shapeshifter detecting sniffers...))
Once Joybell is indeed tending to the wounded wolf, Kaemgen will sit at the doorway and enjoy a short rest while alternate his watching the short hall and the short gnome...
((Will roll one Fighter Hit Die to recover a lil more HP in short rest - 13 ))
Both wolves seemed rather comfortable in Joybell’s presence giving Kaemgen confidence that she was the real deal.
“Did you read the warning labels?” Joybell would chuckle at the formal dragonborns attempt to avoid responsibility. “I can’t go yammering to every Tom, Dick and Harry that I’ve got some pretty hot stuff that’ll blow them away, now can I?” She winks, pulling out a jug and waving off any concern. “So two shapeshifties eh?” The gnome would pull out the cork and begin to apply it gingerly to the wolfs wounds. Pollux would immediately begin to whimper, licking at the woman’s hand in an effort to try to get at the wound himself. She’d distract him with a treat in another hand while she continued to disinfect his sores. “That makes three in these tunnels as of late.”
Castor would pull up and take a seat beside Kaemgen for the break. As a pair, they’d keep an eye out.
As time passes and the group takes a short rest, Auric’s wings revert, his lightbulbs flicker out and his blue fades back to gold.
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just an unstable unicorn.
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Kaemgen would look from Auric to Factore and back. Finally he'd ask the gnome "That medical help you said you could send for? Could we get that before the grand audience? I'd prefer my wolf here not need wait much longer..."
Facktoré tapped her foot with her hands on her hips. They're all piled outside the workshop, and if they were to rest, surely they'd eventually grab attention, completely negating their sneaking efforts. She'd look around to each of the men, but it was Pollux's dopey face that eventually won her over. Kaemgen's plea to have the wolf tended to sooner than later was enough to keep her from giving the group too much sass back. "Alright. But I wouldn't recommend staying out here in the hallway."
The gnome would shimmy by passed Kaemgen and Pollux, taking a turn to the south. She'd approach a giant vault door. Facktoré reaches into her tinkerer's belt to pull out some convenient lock picking supplies. With a few clicks there'd be a final loud clunk before setting off a chain reaction of locks and mechanisms that were engaged inside. Then with a creek, the heavy door would open.
Inside would reveal a large room filled with heaps of mechanical components, loose gears, twisted bits of metal, and other scraps that the gnomes use to cobble together new inventions. The warmth of the lantern lights bounces off the rolling hills of all the different metals. Beneath the lanterns there were a jumble of nonfunctional gnomish gizmos hung up all over the walls. They were probably early prototypes on display. Essentially, this was a tinkerer's dream hoard.
"Make yourselves comfortable while I go fetch Joybell." Facktoré would encourage.
just an unstable unicorn.
Kaemgen gently sets the wolf down and tells the other to keep an eye on them. Kaemgen then moves about the room curiously and... well, touches everything! Not being crazy and juggling stuff or anything, but he does look at all the stuff at display and the scraps and all with a bit of fascination.
Mr.Dark leans against the wall next to the door and looks casual, but eyes the gnome on her way out the door. He absently peeks down the hallway as she wanders off and glances back at the group. He trusts their gnome tour guide less far than he could throw her. He otherwise turns his attention back to the room. It is rather curious. Much like Kaemgan, he'll wander about the room looking at things in interest.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Pollux does the whole reachy foot thing, searching for the ground, you know, to make sure it's actually still there, as Kaemgen sets him down. He stays put pretty much how ever he's plopped, almost afraid to move and set off a bomb. Sitting, Castor listens, for now. He totally planned to poke his nose around.
Mr. Dark's peek down the hallway catches Facktoré doing a little jump and kicking her heels together in the air. Small hidden wheels in the base of her shoes click into place so when she landed she practically just skated away.
Mr. Dark then joins Kaemgen through a preliminary scan of the room. Something gave them the sense that someone else has been here... Something definitely happened...
Investigation Check
(There's so much to find here! Expand your thoughts and search.)
Roll Call: Mr. Dark and Kaemgen!
Hint: You have two snouts to your disposal if you include them.
just an unstable unicorn.
Mr.Dark will leave the pup snouts to Kaemgan : Investigation : 8
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Auric:
Resting for a few minutes, Auric tries again to decipher his strange transformation and a way to reverse it.
Arcana: 1
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Kaemgen picks up and puts down several things in quick succession, just out of curiosity looking at things, without really thinking about them. He'll then look back at the pups and decide to put Castor to work. "C'mon Castor, sniff around! Make sure there's no more of those tricky beer barrels in here!" And leave Pollux alone to rest, instead of goading him into some trouble, Kaemgen thinks.
Investigation: 8 ... Second roll if Castor sniffer adds advantage on the roll: 8
(hehe...)
Mr. Dark makes like a shadow and succeeds.
More like a supervisor and watches as Kaemgen and Castor actually sift through things. The pup pokes his nose around and the man just picks things up and puts them back down. There appeared to be no rhyme or reason to much of it, until Dark started to notice things that appeared more out of place than what belonged. It started with the wolf nudging a vial with his nose and Kaemgen picking up another. Potion vials with Adabra’s mark. Then he’d notice a trail of dry blood spattered about.
Creeping back along the walls, Mr Dark takes in a widen vantage point. Looking over the room as a whole he watches Kaemgen step in something. Castor would sniff it. They both exchange a look of bewilderment. The pair looked to be standing at the centre of a battle scene. Parts of a grandfather clock were scattered about and Kaemgen’s boot was in remnants of a slain anamorphic beast.
Meanwhile, Auric was beside himself trying to figure out how to reverse the absurdities.
just an unstable unicorn.
Mr.Dark speaks out loud, "There was a battle with one of those beasts that can look like an object in here. I'd guess it still might be in here." He glances around for a grandfather clock that isn't damaged.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
“You mean the kegs? I don’t see any kegs in.., ohhh, you think they can turn into more than one thing? So they could be anything?” Kaemgen says, the implications dawning on him and his hands moving to his weapons… “Or any one?”
“Auric is… not quite himself…” Kaemgen considers, aloud. “And mr.Dark was gone from all our eyes for long enough for anything to happen.”
Kaemgen looks down at the wolf a moment. “What’s your sniffer say? Are they really them?”
Mr.Dark guwfaws at Kaemgan, "I am literally telling you to be careful of shape shifting things. Would a shape shifting thing tell you to be worried. Unless I'm playing the long con. Oooh, good point. Ok, fine dogs, sniff me."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
((Plus Kae is a 8 Int & Wis so you’re lucky he caught on as much as he did! lol))
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Mr. Dark takes caution and looks for a copy of the 'corpse' within the room. He'd find some remnants of grandfather clocks, but nothing jumped out and bit him. Eventually he'd feel comfortable enough to state that the room was clear of any objects that would come to life. Whether one would cut themselves on something sharp, well that's on them.
Castor's eyes grow and his ears twitch, attention darting around to those around him suspiciously. He'd know right!? Right!? A wolf's nose knows, right?! After a few blinks, he'd give his head and body a shake, kicking up some fur, dust and dander. And when given permission, Castor would snap to attention and go snout deep, sniffing.
Everyone checks out.
The door would suddenly swing wide. It'd make a loud clang when it'd come to 'rest' against the wall. In the doorway stands a tiny silhouette with a firm stance, hands on hips. As some dust settles and the light breaks through you're all greeted by the one and only...
Joybell (J)
('Hostess' and Master Brewer)
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." The sweetest, most colourful old gnome saunters into the room with arms full of supplies. She'd sway off course as she'd make her way in, but would eventually correct herself to arrive where she intended. "So who's the party pooper who blew up my stash?" Her foot would tap as she'd scan the group.
just an unstable unicorn.
"He did it," Kaemgen responds instantly, pointing at Mr.Dark. He honestly forgets who started it all ablaze but Mr.Dark just seems a good candidate to blame things on in any case.
"But it was a desperate situation... Some kind of living barrels were attacking us. Our wolves in particular. Pollux there in particular got quite the wounds... If there is anything you can do..." Kaemgen does his best to look desperate and allows his voice to trail off.
Joybell's eyes would narrow in suspicion to the man pointing the finger. As he trailed off, she'd stare for an uncomfortable moment. Then she'd wink with a chuckle. "Welp! Blew some nasty barrels to bits, AND secured yourselves some extra work." She'd grin wide. "All you lads will do a fine job at haulin' clear all that rubble you left behind." The old gnome would nod as she'd scan each one before making her way over to the injured wolf. "An unplanned expansion. Joybell's Jolly Jugs!" She'd chime with enthusiasm as she crouches, knees cracking on her way down. Giving the wild creature a moment to sniff her hand and familiarize itself with her, she'd begin looking him over and preparing for treatment.
(Is everyone settling in for a SR?)
just an unstable unicorn.
Mr.Dark leans against the wall casually. When Kaemgen points his finger accusing Mr.Dark, he raises a curious eyebrow but doesn't flinch much. After the woman looks about, then finally looks away, Mr.Dark scratches his chin, using his middle finger, while locking eyes with Kaemgan. Then yes, he sits down for a short rest waiting for the trouble making gnome to return.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Auric:
”We were unfortunately misinformed as to the flammability of the fluid in the barrels, Madame Joybell,” responds Auric as he settles in for a rest, “And in the chaos of battle, we used many tools of war, including blade and spell, to rid thine cavern of two devouring shapeshifters.”
”Hast thou healing ability that thee might assuage the wounds of my companions?” he asks.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Kaemgen grabs a Second Wind while accusing Mr.Dark ((for 3 hp recovered) and will be unable to force himself to not chuckle at Mr.Dark's gesture a moment later... Kaemgen will then help introduce Joybell to both Castor and Pollux and assure them both that she's alright, to let her have a look. "So long as she's not a shifter," Kaemgen will whisper to Pollux under the guise of leaning in close to give him a good scratching of the ears, encouraging the wolf to sniff her good and plenty to be sure. ((Kaemgen has apparently decided the wolves have magical shapeshifter detecting sniffers...))
Once Joybell is indeed tending to the wounded wolf, Kaemgen will sit at the doorway and enjoy a short rest while alternate his watching the short hall and the short gnome...
((Will roll one Fighter Hit Die to recover a lil more HP in short rest - 13 ))
Both wolves seemed rather comfortable in Joybell’s presence giving Kaemgen confidence that she was the real deal.
“Did you read the warning labels?” Joybell would chuckle at the formal dragonborns attempt to avoid responsibility. “I can’t go yammering to every Tom, Dick and Harry that I’ve got some pretty hot stuff that’ll blow them away, now can I?” She winks, pulling out a jug and waving off any concern. “So two shapeshifties eh?” The gnome would pull out the cork and begin to apply it gingerly to the wolfs wounds. Pollux would immediately begin to whimper, licking at the woman’s hand in an effort to try to get at the wound himself. She’d distract him with a treat in another hand while she continued to disinfect his sores. “That makes three in these tunnels as of late.”
Castor would pull up and take a seat beside Kaemgen for the break. As a pair, they’d keep an eye out.
As time passes and the group takes a short rest, Auric’s wings revert, his lightbulbs flicker out and his blue fades back to gold.
just an unstable unicorn.