Erevan considers this tale. He finds it quite hard to believe that this crazy gnome is in fact a god, but he does certainly seem to be powerful. His goals seem quite banal, though.
"First," he begins, "some good news. I can assure you I have no interest in being crowned the pudding king myself, nor does my friend here."
He quickly raises a hand. "But more seriously, I am perfectly willing to go talk to this Cyrrollallee person about this situation. Who is she and where do we find her? And if you don't mind my asking, what is this hold she has over you."
The gnome hops up and shouts at you. Spittle goes flying. He hurls down his mug, spilling cider, and you see a pasty hairless white mole crawl out of the mug and start lapping up the spilt cider. Around you, other patrons gasp in surprise and exclaim in disgust and hurl down their mugs, as more white moles appear in their cider.
“This is about respect, and getting my due. Bah, I don’t expect a couple of elf bastards to understand. Fine. Stew in this hellhole, and I’ll work out my own plans.”
The gnome hops up and shouts at you. Spittle goes flying. He hurls down his mug, spilling cider, and you see a pasty hairless white mole crawl out of the mug and start lapping up the spilt cider. Around you, other patrons gasp in surprise and exclaim in disgust and hurl down their mugs, as more white moles appear in their cider.
“This is about respect, and getting my due. Bah, I don’t expect a couple of elf bastards to understand. Fine. Stew in this hellhole, and I’ll work out my own plans.”
Patcher makes as if to leave.
''Wait, please! We are but mortals and can err. I for one most certainly respect the darker powers. But I'm grossly ignorant of gnomish religious lore."
Olwer makes a subtle hand sign associated with the worship of Mask.
“Urdlen,” Erevan says calmly. “I said I was perfectly willing to go talk to this person. Please tell us where we can find her. I apologize if other choices of words gave offense.”
Erevan waits for the gnome’s reply.
((Is the name he mentioned someone we have already met? It didn’t ring a bell with me.))
((Nope the name doesn’t ring a bell unless you can check religion with advantage))
“She’s that old cow of a halfling with the enlarge kittens she likes to parade around. You put in a good word for me, find out how we can make this happen, and this can all be over.”
“Yeah, just like I’m Patcher something-or-other, sure. Go butter her up and get her on my side or you’ll be getting very, very familiar with this faire.” Patcher laughs again and abruptly stalks away. The white moles are burrowing into the ground and the patrons have left the area.
Erevan shakes his head as Patcher Urdlen stalks away. He looks at Olwer and shakes his head, managing a bemused smile. He telepathically instructs Fez to follow the gnome "god" and plans to check in with the sprite a while later.
"Well, Olwer, I suppose we have either gone insane or there really is a nasty, angry gnomish deity that has thrust this poor little community into some sort of recurring loop," he says. "I for one have no intention of spending the remainder of my days reliving this fair, as utterly charming as I find it."
He sighs, recalling his last conversation with Nanny Cowslip, just a short time ago. "I guess we'll have to have another go with Nanny Cowslip. And now we can't even get decent cider."
Erevan shakes his head as Patcher Urdlen stalks away. He looks at Olwer and shakes his head, managing a bemused smile. He telepathically instructs Fez to follow the gnome "god" and plans to check in with the sprite a while later.
"Well, Olwer, I suppose we have either gone insane or there really is a nasty, angry gnomish deity that has thrust this poor little community into some sort of recurring loop," he says. "I for one have no intention of spending the remainder of my days reliving this fair, as utterly charming as I find it."
He sighs, recalling his last conversation with Nanny Cowslip, just a short time ago. "I guess we'll have to have another go with Nanny Cowslip. And now we can't even get decent cider."
''There is some food left, though. Pudding!"
Olwer packs a food basket before leaving the main tent. As he works, he says
"Eating....hmm...I don't know if Patcher--or Urdlen--has scared everyone off everywhere at the fair, but just in case I'd still like to check on that kid with the eels on our way to see Nanny Cowlsip. Could be happening now, or very soon. Just a little detour. Or maybe Fez could fly? I know the boy may wake up 'tomorrow' feeling fine, but I hate the thought of a child choking like that."
Erevan nods at the food suggestion and also helps himself. "No point in going hungry is there, eh?" he offers, trying to sound cheerful.
Erevan agrees to the suggestion to check out the eel eating contest. "It also may prove interesting to see if each day's mischief and chaos is the same or different. We have already seen some variations, it seems to me. Let's check it out first as you suggest."
Heading to the eel-eating contest, you see that much is as it was before. Looks like the young lad hasn’t arrived yet, but may do so soon. A kindly looking older gnome lady eyes you and asks,
“Are you tall fellas gonna try the eel-eating contest too? It has religious significance, you know.”
Heading to the eel-eating contest, you see that much is as it was before. Looks like the young lad hasn’t arrived yet, but may do so soon. A kindly looking older gnome lady eyes you and asks,
“Are you tall fellas gonna try the eel-eating contest too? It has religious significance, you know.”
Olwer says,
''Religious significance, you say? How very interesting! Could you tell me everything about it, please."
The old gnome warms to you, happy to give some exposition. She gives a rather long-winded explanation of how Urdlen’s evil influence was expunged from gnome-kind when he was banished. The swallowing of the eels symbolizes Urdlen’s banishment to a less influential state of being, a sort of affirmation that gnomes are able to choose other, more good-willed and kind or else productivity-based deities.
Erevan listens to the story with interest. "You seem to know a lot about this Urden deity," he says. "Do you think he would ever try to recapture his place among your pantheon? That wouldn't be good would it?"
Erevan listens to her thoughts on the matter, then reaches out with his mind to see what Fez has seen by following old P.U. (Patcher Urden)
Erevan considers this tale. He finds it quite hard to believe that this crazy gnome is in fact a god, but he does certainly seem to be powerful. His goals seem quite banal, though.
"First," he begins, "some good news. I can assure you I have no interest in being crowned the pudding king myself, nor does my friend here."
He quickly raises a hand. "But more seriously, I am perfectly willing to go talk to this Cyrrollallee person about this situation. Who is she and where do we find her? And if you don't mind my asking, what is this hold she has over you."
religion skill check, to see if it gives any insight into all this
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OOC LOL, dice gawds have spoken. All hail Urdlen!
“Hold! HOLD?! Ain’t nobody got a HOLD on Urdlen!”
The gnome hops up and shouts at you. Spittle goes flying. He hurls down his mug, spilling cider, and you see a pasty hairless white mole crawl out of the mug and start lapping up the spilt cider. Around you, other patrons gasp in surprise and exclaim in disgust and hurl down their mugs, as more white moles appear in their cider.
“This is about respect, and getting my due. Bah, I don’t expect a couple of elf bastards to understand. Fine. Stew in this hellhole, and I’ll work out my own plans.”
Patcher makes as if to leave.
''Wait, please! We are but mortals and can err. I for one most certainly respect the darker powers. But I'm grossly ignorant of gnomish religious lore."
Olwer makes a subtle hand sign associated with the worship of Mask.
religion
5
sleight of hand
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OOC
My PC, as noted on the sheet, worships BOTH Mask and Milil. An odd case, but its fits his Neutral alignment and his being both a minstrel and a spy.
Patcher rolls his eyes.
”Quit flapping yer hands about. Are you gonna help me with Cyrollalee or not?”
Olwer looks at Erevan.
In Elvish,
''Are we?"
“Urdlen,” Erevan says calmly. “I said I was perfectly willing to go talk to this person. Please tell us where we can find her. I apologize if other choices of words gave offense.”
Erevan waits for the gnome’s reply.
((Is the name he mentioned someone we have already met? It didn’t ring a bell with me.))
((Nope the name doesn’t ring a bell unless you can check religion with advantage))
“She’s that old cow of a halfling with the enlarge kittens she likes to parade around. You put in a good word for me, find out how we can make this happen, and this can all be over.”
''Nanny Cowslip. We've met."
“Yeah, just like I’m Patcher something-or-other, sure. Go butter her up and get her on my side or you’ll be getting very, very familiar with this faire.” Patcher laughs again and abruptly stalks away. The white moles are burrowing into the ground and the patrons have left the area.
Erevan shakes his head as Patcher Urdlen stalks away. He looks at Olwer and shakes his head, managing a bemused smile. He telepathically instructs Fez to follow the gnome "god" and plans to check in with the sprite a while later.
"Well, Olwer, I suppose we have either gone insane or there really is a nasty, angry gnomish deity that has thrust this poor little community into some sort of recurring loop," he says. "I for one have no intention of spending the remainder of my days reliving this fair, as utterly charming as I find it."
He sighs, recalling his last conversation with Nanny Cowslip, just a short time ago. "I guess we'll have to have another go with Nanny Cowslip. And now we can't even get decent cider."
''There is some food left, though. Pudding!"
Olwer packs a food basket before leaving the main tent. As he works, he says
"Eating....hmm...I don't know if Patcher--or Urdlen--has scared everyone off everywhere at the fair, but just in case I'd still like to check on that kid with the eels on our way to see Nanny Cowlsip. Could be happening now, or very soon. Just a little detour. Or maybe Fez could fly? I know the boy may wake up 'tomorrow' feeling fine, but I hate the thought of a child choking like that."
Erevan nods at the food suggestion and also helps himself. "No point in going hungry is there, eh?" he offers, trying to sound cheerful.
Erevan agrees to the suggestion to check out the eel eating contest. "It also may prove interesting to see if each day's mischief and chaos is the same or different. We have already seen some variations, it seems to me. Let's check it out first as you suggest."
Heading to the eel-eating contest, you see that much is as it was before. Looks like the young lad hasn’t arrived yet, but may do so soon. A kindly looking older gnome lady eyes you and asks,
“Are you tall fellas gonna try the eel-eating contest too? It has religious significance, you know.”
Olwer says,
''Religious significance, you say? How very interesting! Could you tell me everything about it, please."
The old gnome warms to you, happy to give some exposition. She gives a rather long-winded explanation of how Urdlen’s evil influence was expunged from gnome-kind when he was banished. The swallowing of the eels symbolizes Urdlen’s banishment to a less influential state of being, a sort of affirmation that gnomes are able to choose other, more good-willed and kind or else productivity-based deities.
Erevan listens to the story with interest. "You seem to know a lot about this Urden deity," he says. "Do you think he would ever try to recapture his place among your pantheon? That wouldn't be good would it?"
Erevan listens to her thoughts on the matter, then reaches out with his mind to see what Fez has seen by following old P.U. (Patcher Urden)
“Oh, I suppose Urdlen could try any old thing that caught his fancy. He was supposed to be quite capricious and chaotic.”
Fez has followed P.U. Into the forest.