Session 98.5

Glitch has connected.

 Glitch:HalloLia~ :U

Glitch:--oh, no wonder no token portraits are showing up, I don't have the actual campaign -properties-. :B Ah well, not important.

Glitch:*aren't showing

Liatai:There. :3

Glitch:Oh, didn't know a non-host could do that. :.

Liatai:Gotta fetch the name of the gnome who was introduced... &gt;:d

Glitch:Faergala Firebright Bluespark Quiltfinder Kirtal Folkor!

Glitch:I already have that session log open. :U

Glitch:And that was... 'Chilly Gnome&quot;

Liatai:x3

Glitch:Alright, so you got your gnomenotes and Garlnotes all ready? DM-screen propped up? :U

Liatai:Almost. Gotta give the priest a quirk.

Glitch:Heh.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Quirkquirkquirk.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....Hmm. How quirky. Repeating that word isn't making it lose meaning like most words do. &gt;:.

GM:<font color="#000000">All right, I suppose we can kick this off.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Halrighty! And where we left off...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...was cutting forward from the gnometalk to bardtalk. And the part cut off at was Punchy and Loud getting into their second or third bop-fight, and Gnogglebolt puts Snarky on the table, who static-puffs everyone's hair up. :U

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Punchy Gnome: &quot;(Figures Mazians are cut off.)&quot; Bop. &quot;(OW!)&quot; Bop back. Loud Gnome: A bop-fight commences. Gnogglebolt: Gnogglebolt grins at the antics, looks at Snarky, and clicks his tongue. Gnome Alchemist: &quot;(You're acting like you're thirty, you two. Do I need to put you in time-out?)&quot; Liatai: XP Snarky: The neon-green lizard hops onto the table towards the bopping gnomes. Suddenly... Snarky: k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k! Ghostwish: I got a willy-wonka in. SUCK IT. &gt;:3 Snarky: Everyone's hair at the table suddenly goes POOF. Snarky: And their skin feels tingly.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Incidentally, the sly halfling who Thomas was storytelling to reacted, but no one actually at the table did. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">So, might as well pick up there!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Had any of them reacted to Snarky before then?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Actually, no. :.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">The bardlady cooed over him, but none of the gnomes reacted to Snarky yet...could say he was just tucked into Gnogglebolt's vest snugly before now. :U

Loud Gnome:<font color="#000000">This gnome now has two pom-poms on the sides of her head where her pigtails were formerly.

Chilly Gnome:<font color="#000000">And everyone else at the table just leaned in closer. &quot;What is that?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is snickering delightfully. Ah, this trick never gets old!

* Punchy Gnome is holding a staring contest with Snarky. :|

Punchy Gnome:<font color="#000000">:|

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That, my friends, is a domesticated shocker lizard. We call them Mazian Sparkers.&quot;

Punchy Gnome:<font color="#000000">:| .... Nose-boop.

Snarky:<font color="#000000">Leeeeean in closer. :|

Snarky:<font color="#000000">and at nose-boop-SNKT! Tiny static zap!

Punchy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ow!&quot;

* Loud Gnome is laughing. &quot;That's what you get for poking strange lizards!&quot;

Snarky:<font color="#000000">Snarky scurries in a circle, with tiny arcs of electricity going between its spire-ears and tail.

Punchy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;He said it was domesticated!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">OOC: &quot;(And oh right, this conversation is happening in Gnommish. :U But since no other players are around, we can just assume that and drop the parens, I guess.)&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is! If that was a real shocker lizard, your nose would probably be falling off right now.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or at the very least you wouldn't have any feeling in it for the next two days.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Snarky, Heel.&quot; Untrained Handle Animal for known Trick: &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 20 + 3 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Punchy Gnome rubs his nose. =3=;

Snarky:<font color="#000000">Snarky scurries over to Gnogglebolt and burrows into his jacket.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course, there's the other domesticated line of shocker lizards back in Mazio...the Mazian Zappers. Those ones are bigger than real shocker lizards. Wonderfully useful mounts.&quot;

Gnome Alchemist:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, I heard 'Phase Three.' What phase are you in right now?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;As I said before, I'm currently just in Phase One of my plan, which is gather a loyal, trained team of tinkers. Once I get this built up, I can start Phase Two...which is where the 'foundation' of New Kemmer's ally comes in.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Phase Three is basically 'open for business', a ready-haven for gnomes to flock to.&quot;

* Gnome Alchemist nods.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So...I actually don't believe an earlier question of mine was answered, are any of you here actually interested in this?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(I Should I repost the poster, just so it will appear on the wikilog?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sure.

Chilly Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;I thought I did answer!&quot;

Gnome Alchemist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sad to say, I'm already disqualified.&quot;

Chilly Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Send a message here when you get back to Castleton! I'll come check it out, at least.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! My bad, I've forgotten in Snarky's antics, that's right, you are interested at least.&quot; Gnogglebolt looks over to the alchemist. &quot;Well, I don't suppose it would be impossible if you wanted to come along, but you'd have to either unlearn what you do know already, or manage to be exceptionally good at practicing two contradictory philosophies at the same tie.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...What do you know, anyway?&quot;

Gnome Alchemist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alchemy, mainly, and a touch of sorcery.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Hmm. Actually, some have noted that alchemy is a related field...most tinkers have to be alchemists as well on the side to be able to concoct compounds that we need to power our machines.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You might have a better chance than most, if you're able to wrap your head around mechanics.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It just depends on how much your mind is set in 'sorcery'.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But anyway, how about you two?&quot; Gnogglebolt looks at the siblings.

Loud Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Dunno! Maybe we'll check it out with Faergala when she goes.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Think you got the brains it takes?&quot; He says (in the motivational 'You think you got what it takes to ___?' tone)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heh. Alright then, I suppose we'll see.&quot;

Punchy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that supposed to be some kind of insult?&quot; &gt;:|

Loud Gnome:<font color="#000000">Bop! &quot;It's just a stock phrase!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">whiiiich was exactly what I tried to avoid. &gt;.&gt; Knew I shouldn'tve said that. xP --ah, heehee. |D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt watches, highly amused, to see if another bob-fight starts.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Bop. :B

Punchy Gnome:<font color="#000000">Well, it seems to be on the way. :B

Punchy Gnome:<font color="#000000">Boppity bop bop. Sheesh, they're like DMFA ferrets! *bop'd*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt chuckles again. &quot;Well...it has been most wonderful meeting you all! Again, I cannot tell you how -relieving- it is for me to meet kinsmen, however distant, aside from the one I mentioned earlier who I've been travelling with.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...That said, since there does seem to be a significant gnommish community here...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are there any priests of Garl around? I haven't been able to commune properly to the Sparkling Wit since I left Mazio.&quot;

* Chilly Gnome gestures over to the bar. &quot;There's one over there having a staring contest with the window.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt peers over...seeing the 'tipsy gnome'. &quot;....The one who looks like he'd like to join a drinking contest?&quot;

Chilly Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;If a drinking contest involves one or two glasses of wine.&quot; =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, huh.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(at this time, I think the rest of the party's drinking contest was probably running parallel to this moment.)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. I guess I'll go talk to him. Thank you all! And I will indeed drop a message here on my way back to Castleton.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">And if you recall, this gnome was shoved aside in the chaos.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">!!!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Crap, I totally missed your &quot;Sure&quot; in response to reposting the poster. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh, I didn't recall that. I see.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Anyway. Incoming wall!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">On front: THE WONDER OF CRAFTWERK! Are you good with your hands? Find puzzles a breeze? Think big thoughts and easily grasp the mechanics of the world, yet never had a knack for magic? JOIN GNOGGLEBOLT'S MAZIAN SHOP OF MACHINES! Learn the secrets of Mazian technology, and build devices of wonder, without magic! Learn the trade of applying the powers of clocks and steam to create endless devices of practical utility! Join Gnogglebolt's corps of tinkers in Castleton, and build your own tomorrow! (Castleton address, Gnogglebolt's full name) On back:

By entering into Gnogglebolt's school to learn tinkercraft, you will also be offered employment as part of Gnogglebolt's tinkering team directly after learning the necessary skills.Candidates should be quick-minded and able to easily visuallize objects in their mind, preferably also having skill in working with their hands in some kind of metal, stone, or woodworking craft. Candidates also should not have developed or learned magical abilities; the mindset is very difficult to retrain.By being enrolled in apprenticeship or employed under Gnogglebolt, you will be provided lodging and shelter in Gnogglebolt's workshop, which is also the headquarters of the Vigilant Guardians adventuring group.When employed by Gnogglebolt, you will be able to make devices on your own time and sell them for profit at the in-house store, but you will also be expected to work on any projects Gnogglebolt assigns.As Gnogglebolt is part of an adventuring group, there is a possibility he may not be present if you pack your belongings and move to Castleton at any given time, and when Gnogglebolt is not present, the workshop may be closed until suitable stand-in leadership can be found. Gnogglebolt understands this would be much to ask of anyone to move to Castleton but have nowhere else to go on their own, and thus, if you sign a legally binding waiver stating you will report to the workshop for schooling and employment when Gnogglebolt returns, an attendant will provide you with a monetary dispensation to find food and lodging in Castleton on a modest budget for one month. If, due to extraordinary circumstances, Gnogglebolt's return is delayed longer than one month, another dispensation will be paid out. If, due to the perils of adventuring, Gnogglebolt happens to perish, the waiver is nulled and a consolation dispensation will be paid out for your troubles of relocating to Castleton.Instructions for bards: Post the flyers on town and inn bulletins. If any gnomes are spotted, be sure to directly put one flyer in the gnome's hands, with the spoken message &quot;An ally of New Kemmer is building the foundation, and you can be a part of it.&quot;Glitch:<font color="#000000">...er, oops. Apparently the br and center tags weren't saved to the txt.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ah well, not worth it to post twice just to make it look pretty. &gt;.&gt; We know what it's supposed to look like.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">At any rate, Gnogglebolt gets up from the chair and wanders over to the bar.

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">This gnome is still staring out the window.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ho, friend! Mind if I sit with you?&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shhhh.&quot; The gnome holds up a hand, still staring out the window.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks confused, and tries to follow his gaze. He lower his voice. &quot;...What is it?&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot; Made you look. &quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grins. &quot;Oh, clever. I like you already.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...either that or I'm getting dull from not being around fellows for so long.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which is, in part, why I'm asking to sit with you. I'm told you're a devout of the Sparkling Wit.&quot;

* Tipsy Gnome turns around to face Gnogglebolt properly. :3 &quot;I once got a whole street to stop and stare at an empty roof by doing that. If you can find a spot that isn't occupied by dwarves, and dwarves in the skins of others, you're welcome to it!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt laughs. &quot;Oh, that must have been a good one!&quot; Gnogglebolt finds a spare stool and wiggles it into a space next to the gnome.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Pardon, I need to find Races of Stone. ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Dwarves in the skins of others. My, how appropriate, yet another thing I was thinking to talk to you about...&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Found every single other Races book I own except Stone. XD

Glitch:<font color="#000000">:B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">..brb, think the dog's messing with something downstairs.

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, who might be thinking to speak to me about hidden dwarves? Keegan Quickpen Ashbucket Roofwatcher Quilleran Winesong Beren.&quot; He offers a hand. :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">ah nope, just the turtle knocking some rocks around in her tank again.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnogglebolt Steelworm Ratchetrod Kaldan Virkoth Sparkgear.&quot; He reaches out to shake the man's hand. &quot;So, you are a devout of theology?&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you want to put it that way! Though the Sparkling Wit's teachings are less about boring study and more about learning through doing -- I'm sure you know that already. Your accent's Mazian... wait a minute.&quot; :.

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... You're the one whose name is on the posters!&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grins. &quot;Sharp eye. Yes indeed, that's me.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;A Mazian Kemmerist maester. You don't see that every day!&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which pretty accurately sums up why one is being seen now.&quot; Gnogglebolt winks.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- oop. May I duck out for a few minutes? I didn't realize what time it was. Gotta let a few spaniels out. ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">No problem

* Tipsy Gnome laughs. &quot;So what were you looking to talk to me about on this unique day, Gnogglebolt Steelworm Ratchetrod Kaldan Virkoth Sparkgear? ... Virkoth. That's a goblin word, isn't it?&quot; &gt;:.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh! Hallo.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That is indeed a goblin word. Quite a story behind it.&quot; And this is where Kellonite gnomes having the racial enmity and Mazian gnomes not might lead to some...interesting things...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can tell you now, or later. I'll be in town until tomorrow morning.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm sure it is.&quot; The look that crossed the cleric's face is probably not one you're accustomed to seeing when talking to other gnomes about goblins... but he's back to smiling quickly. &quot;Up to you! After all, you're the one who has things to talk about.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm...Perhaps after, then. For now, I'm looking for advice on spiritual matters. I haven't met with any Garl adherants since I left Mazio a few months ago, and...a lot has happened to me in that time.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Most specifically...I suppose I could do with some advice on how to deal with a certain someone.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's a Kellonite gnome...but he reveres St. Cuthbert, and is part of the Order of the Leaden Mace. I travel with him frequently, because he's part of a liason to my adventuring group.&quot; Gnogglebolt takes a breath. &quot;And if you met him, you would swear he was a dwarf.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He is constantly rigid and uncompromising, rarely ever lets himself enjoy anything and doesn't take most pranks in good spirit, and is paranoid to absurdity, thinking he is surrounded by conspiracy.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt takes another breath. &quot;I must say, before I arrived in this town just now, I was fearing most kellonite gnomes were like him.&quot;

* Tipsy Gnome folds his hands and listens. Though he may be twiddling his thumbs a little, just as a way to keep them in motion.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm so glad this isn't the case, but...as far as I can tell, it means this one has well turned his back on Garl. Not exactly unheard of, if I'm not mistaken, but... is there any advice on how I can better exist with him?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;How would you act around such a person, if you were compelled to travel with them?&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmmmmm~. Now that is a riddle. What does he enjoy?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Which is in turn, another riddle...hmm.&quot; Gnogglebolt thinks.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt thinks hard.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well...he does like his drink, but only if he considers himself off-duty, which isn't often. At all other times...well, I think the only time I've ever really seen him happy is when his paranoid ramblings are occasionally true. Nearly everything he says is nonsense, but he's never happier, and more smug and difficult to dissuade, when any part of his bias is confirmed and uses that to reinforce the rest.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why, even another of my adventuring troupe has made attempts at tempering him, because he's so easy to string along by simply agreeing with him, and the other person in my party fears someone might lead him along for nefarious purposes.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Self-destructive cycle. Hmm... He wouldn't be a gnome if he hadn't dabbled in many things during his lifetime, right? There has to be something else he likes. That would be my first step. Trying to find something that reminds him of the fun in life, without dragging him deeper into that paranoia. And maybe finding out where that paranoia comes from and trying to balm it. Paranoia's just fear and vulnerability turned outward most of the time, right?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt thinks again.... &quot;Oh!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think he was an alchemist before he joined the Leaden Mace.&quot;

* Tipsy Gnome sips from his glass. &quot;And you're a maester of the sciences, right?&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That was...when Kemmer was still around. He joined the Leaden Mace after it fell. He's actually getting on in his years.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;As far as I can tell, it's why he's so paranoid. He hates and fears drow so much because of the fall...and that's with the fact that our adventuring troup--&quot; Gnogglebolt furtivly glances around, then leans in and whispers &quot;--includes an exiled drow. He's done much good for us...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And despite all that, he sees a drow conspiracy in everything we fight.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... whaaaaa?!&quot; O_o

* Tipsy Gnome coughs -- that sip of wine went down the wrong way.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, I know. I couldn't believe it when I first met the man, myself.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But he's saved the lives of the people in our group multiple times in combat, and that was before I met this other gnome. The...'exile' was part of our group first.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(by the way, Sszeyl's token doesn't seem to be on this map...was he in disguise at this time? &gt;.&gt; )

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;... And he's a Kemmer survivor -- can't say I blame him for being so paranoid!&quot; O_o &quot;Drow -- everybody knows they're consumate schemers -- &quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl was in the carriage with Swallowtail standing guard.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt surreptitiously hushes the priest. &quot;Don't worry. I've traveled with the exile for over four months now. And...he's actually very young, as they elf-kind goes. Wasn't born until after the war. And the worst 'scheming' he's ever done has been in a legal courtroom, back in Castleton, as himself.. He's gained some acceptance there.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But yeah. As for the gnome...I do know, and understand, why he's so paranoid.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It just doesn't make him any easier to deal with.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But perhaps giving him the gift of friendly companionship over alchemy might help put him at ease...I'll try this.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; The priest clears his throat. &quot;... I was gonna say, try to stay away from things that trigger his paranoia, but that's impossible if you've got a drow with you... There is one other thing you could try.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh?&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;If he acts like a dwarf... treat him like a dwarf.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's in the Mace, you said, and been a part of it for a long time? He's probably lived longer with dwarves than with fellow gnomes. So...&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grins. &quot;I actually have given him some heckling about acting like a dwarf before.&quot;

* Tipsy Gnome chuckles. &quot;Not heckling. Just picture him with a great long beard and think of how you'd treat him if he'd been born a dwarf.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt rubs his chin. &quot;Hmm. I'll think about that.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;... you do have good relations with dwarves in Mazio, right?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, yeah. They're surprisingly apt at tinkercraft, though not as great as the Mazian gnomes who've been doing it for a few centuries.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whew! That's a relief.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt pauses for a bit while he orders another (non-alchoholic) drink, and mulls over it.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...There's a completely different topic I've been thinking about, and I was wondering if you might be able to help me with.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can try!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks over to Keegan. &quot;How much do you know about...beings of Light? Angels?&quot;

* Tipsy Gnome laughs. &quot;You're full of riddles! I know a little. Why?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks down into his drink again. &quot;My adventuring troupe...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We've fought True Fiends before. Creatures of the blackest depths.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...And we're going to do it again.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks up. &quot;And I just keep thinking...aren't they supposed to be the forever enemies of angels? Could...we maybe ask them for help? There's a devout of Pelor in our group, and he communes with the Shining One and calls on His blessings every day. And I know that some people have magic to pull the Dark Ones from the lower planes to here...and I'm thinking about asking my friend if he can do the same, but with Angels.&quot; Gnogglebolt pauses, then looks over to Keegan again. &quot;...But before I do, I want to know just what I'll be asking for help from, or even if they'd be agreeable to such a thing.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've never met one. They're in the stories, and...I met someone who's decended from a heavanly bloodline. But I've never met one directly.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Neither have I, friend... this is heavy conversation to be having on just one glass of wine, but I'll try. But first, you should probably know, not all celestials are Angels. Unless your friend is a high priest of the Sun, he probably wouldn't be able to call down a true Angel.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Huh.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What are the other... 'celestials', then?&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are four main groups of celestials; there are the Angels, who serve all deities with kindness and compassion. The Archons, who uphold tradition and honor... the Eladrin, who champion freedom... and the Guardinals, who don't care about law or chaos as long as good is done. They're the usual allies Garl sends when his followers call for celestial help.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I don't suppose you have any tomes on this subject we can look through? Perhaps in the morning, before I leave?&quot; Gnogglebolt pulls out a few scraps of parchment and starts writing down what the gnome just told him.

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Think of an Archon like a paladin, an Eladrin like a compassionate bard, and a Guardinal... probably much like your Pelorite friend, since the Guardinals tend to help Pelorites, too.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see!&quot; Scribbe scribble.

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you can find the shrine, you're welcome to read whatever you can find!&quot; |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ohhhh, I gotta solve a puzzle to get there, huh?&quot; Gnogglebolt grins. &quot;How appropriate. Well, tell me whatever you can now if you have anything else, and I'll seek you out at the shrine in the morning for any additional information...&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">Insert a brief and somewhat rambling explanation of celestials here. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt writes down what he can, which I suppose we can say is fragments of what Gnogglebolt knew by the time he talked to Thomas... incidentally, do you already have in mind how Gnogglebolt's supposed to 'find' the shrine, or is that just backdrop?

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">Just backdrop. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">ah, mkay. Well then, after the tipsy gnome has said all he's got offhand...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wow...this has been most enlightening. Thank you so much.&quot; Gnogglebolt says as he puts his notes away. &quot;On a final note, I believe I owe you a story.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you're up for telling it! Though I'd say you paid your fee quite well with those puzzles. I'll mull over them some more.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heh, I'm always up for telling a good story. Who knows, maybe you'll tell it to someone else! I always consider that a plus.&quot; Gnogglebolt winks.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway....'virkoth'. Yes, that's a goblin word. It means 'truespeak'.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks up again as he recalls the memories. &quot;It was how I first got started in adventuring, incidentally.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I had just arrived in Castleton after travelling from Mazio. I was there for a few days when I witnessed a pickpocketing. Well, I saw it, and my mother always raised me that if you see something and can do something about it, it's wrong not to do it. So, I started tracking and investigating. Lo and behold, I met up with several other individuals who'd also been pickpocketed.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;As it turned out, there was a rash of thefts in Castleton by the Redmaw gang, a tribe of goblins with a hidden den outside the city.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, I joined up with the other people to find the den. But, you know...I know for sure that Garl Glittergold teaches that bloodshed should always be a last resort, to be avoided if at all possible. Mazian or Kellonite, I'm sure the gods teach the same lessons. These goblins were of course outlaws, and it would have been perfectly in rights of everyone present to invade the den and kill all within, but...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That just didn't sit right with me. Even though they were goblins, what had they done? Stolen money and trinkets? Surely they didn't deserve death for that...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, I convinced everyone with me to instead capture as many of the goblins alive as possible, by appealing to their material wealth sense and pointing out live bounties were generally worth more than dead ones.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, the raid was a resounding success, and a great exercise in trickery. The den was split into two levels. We hit the first level and captured every goblin without any of them raising an alarm...and when we decended to the second level? Since we were open and unchallenged, the rest thought we were customers!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We played along and were taken to their leader, a bugbear called Granch Redmaw.&quot;

* Tipsy Gnome is listening with full attention, nodding at all the right spots.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well...the bugbear was actually already dead, but put up a fight anyway.&quot; Gnogglebolt nods at the only conclusion that can be drawn from this. &quot;As it turns out, Granch's 'customers' were necromancers. He fell prey to one of his own clients just before we arrived. Well, with Granch dead, the rest of the tribe surrendered, and we carted them all back to Castleton. Well, of course then, the goblin tribe was left in the holding cells, and would be tried for their crimes. As they knew nothing about any legal process, it was sure they wouldn't get fair representation.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt shrugs. &quot;Oh yeah, and I had promised the goblins that if they would not resist in their capture, I'd make sure they got a fair deal when we took them in. Another thing I was taught was that if you start something, finish it. So...I promised to goblins, on the stipulation that they give up everything they knew about all the necromancers who had dealt with their leader. They agreed. By voluntarily giving up that information, and pleading guilty to the crimes of larceny, they were let off with community service. Then I realized that they would be free in the city...but with nowhere to go or stay, and nothing to do. So, I promised them that if they behaved themselves, I'd find someone who could guide them and teach them how to live in a city, and give them a place to stay. They agreed, I found an anthropologist who had studied goblins before, and I covered the rent cost of a flat in the city for them to live in.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt leans back again. &quot;And that's it. I made all those promises to the goblins to get their cooperation...and I kept every single one.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;... now that is a story worthy of a name. But who gave it to you?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Their tribe is actually doing quite well for themselves today, and is forming legitimate relationships with Castleton society. So, in my honor, they called me Virkoth. Truespeak.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because when I spoke to them, I only ever spoke the truth.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Specifically, it was their new chief after Granch was deposed who gave me the name.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;A surprisingly sharp goblin who had been their chief before Granch came along and took control.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;... goblins who know how to give a name... civilized goblins. Well, Gnogglebolt Steelworm Ratchetrod Kaldan Virkoth Sparkgear, you're a regular treasure chest of puzzles.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt raises his glass to Keegan. &quot;I'm glad I appear valuable in the eyes of an adherant of the Sparkling Wit.&quot;

* Tipsy Gnome laughs, and raises his glass in return. :3 &quot;Don't suppose you'd be interested in staying in contact? Your posters have been passed around the shrine lately, and I think they have your address on them.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, certainly! I'd love to stay in contact if ever I need guidance or advice again.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or have any more stories to share?&quot; He sounds hopeful. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or any more stories to share! Though there is a wandering halfling bard who chronicled some of the adventures of our troupe...his name was Calrach Lightweave, I think. If you hear his name, he knows about us.&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lightweave? The Nonreal Band himself?&quot; ;3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's the one! You've heard of him?&quot;

Tipsy Gnome:<font color="#000000">&quot;And heard him!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very nice!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But yes, if I have any more stories to tell, I'll be sure to send them to you. I know which adventures Lightweave was around for, and which ones he wasn't.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And... shall we wrap up so I can finish tomorrow's maps? ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Indeed!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Just for fluff's sake, Gnogglebolt visit the shrine in the morning to read a few books and write down his last few notes, and get the address of the place for future correspondance.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Good mini! Thank you! ^^

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...though, actually, I do have a question. :U

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You're welcome. Question?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Seriously, what -was- the general topic you and ghost were plotting last night, if the topic itself isn't spoilery? xD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And yes, I do have plans for those three interested gnomes who were at the table.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(and by any chance, did you plot right in the maptool server he had after I had left? xP )

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Faergala's likely going to become a pistoleer, but one of those two siblings is going to become something special.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No, we did not. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And since DF people might read this log, I won't say. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ahhhh. DF plottan. :U

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Alright then. Good enough. xD

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Mkayz. Bringing down server! Save your html log. :U

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