GM Poisonbladed Hollow's Last Hope (Inactive)
Game Master Ross Hearne aka poisonbladed

The gnome isn't being obvious about putting the food in his hat. He seems like he is doing a poor job of being subtle about it. He takes some bites of food, if it seems like he likes it then he takes tiny pieces and attempts to subtly stick the small crumbs in his hat.

If you decide to question him about it, just let me know.

Makvor tells the barkeep, "Give me two plates - one for me, and one for my...umm...companion with just some raw meat - some ale for me, and some water in a bowl for him."

To the others, he says, "Name's Makvor - I help to tend and protect the forest with the help of my wolf, Spirit. But you're telling me that you are all here for the same reason we are - would you be willing to accept my assistance in fixing whatever this problem is?"

Zatqualmie looks at everyone around the table while he very seriously says "We must accept Spirit and his pet's help. The wolf and the Sword of Justice are needed to help with this."

Turning his attention to Makvor, the gnome says "I am Zatqualmie Tulgrasmfinet Exataerg Frablutapint Fire-Top. It is a pleasure to meet you and Spirit."

The gnome then hops off his crate and walks over to Spirit. He begins to speak in Gnomish and says:

With a gesture and a word, a lute appears in Quaylon's hands.

He begins to play

Quaylon then says "perhaps a little background music while we hear the happenings of the forest from one who has been there?"

"Pardon me gnome friend, and i don't mean to intrude on your conversation, but i just have to ask, what are you doing with your food??"

*hes says totally enthralled in it ignoring Makvors introduction, and the half elf playing*

The gnome responds to the elf "Hmmm...? Ummmm....Eating it? It's ... ummm... very delicious. So, how is your food? And... Um... What do you do with your food?"

The gnome seems to stop putting bits of food in his tophat.

"May i see your tophat, friend?"

Very excitedly the gnome says "FRIEND!? We can be friends and you can call me Exataerg! We can stay friends and you can see my tophat so long as..." the gnome trails off but then stares angrily at the elf and in a very stern tone says "YOU USE YOUR EYES AND NEVER ASK TO TOUCH MY HAT!" After a long stare the gnome continues about his business and in a cheerful tone speaks to Spirit.

"Sure sure sure.. I was just interested in why you were putting food in your hat, Exataerg"

"Isn't it clear?" Quaylon interjects, "he is trying to save crumbs for later! You never know how long we are going to be in the forest for, and I for one am not the most adept at living of the land, perhaps I should try it too!"

Quaylon gives a wink to the gnome.

"i just carry rations?"

The gnome laughs, gives a big grin, and dances to the music, whenever it is being played.

Preform (Dance) 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16

The elf doesn't get the sense that any animosity carried forward once he did not proceed any further with the topic of the top hat.

*I just laugh under my breath and look at Exataerg oddly*

Quaylon continues playing, though is trying to keep the volume down some so that the conversation is not interrupted. The music is more somber, to accommodate being a backdrop for the tale of the forest. When the gnome starts dancing he attempts to get a little more lively with it.

The barkeep had hollered for his boy several minutes ago. The freckled lad seemed all legs and little brains, a perfect messenger. Smiling rather than scowling now that he knew something about why Half Orcs would come to his shack, the room seemed livelier with music and the ax removed from the bar.

She will be here in a minute or two lads.

There is a bit of chattering and squeaking coming from the Gnome that is hard to place.

Chattering and squeaking? I want to investigate

How are you going to investigate?

Idk thats why i asked sort of asked. I want to see if i can see or hear anything at first. Like concentrate on the sound.

Once he gets his plate, Makvor digs in. He doesn't seem to have much use for utensils...or for chewing, for that matter. In moments, his plate is cleared, and Makvor is draining the last of the ale from his mug. He wipes his hands on his clothes, pulls 4 copper pieces out of his belt pouch and gives them to the bartender. "Thank you for the meal." With that, he goes back to the table to wait for "Laural".

While speaking to Spirit, the gnome looks up and says in gnomish:

The gnome reaches up to his plate, pulls off some trout and places it on Spirit's plate. He seems to shove a tiny piece of the trout in to his hat.

Idk thats why i asked sort of asked. I want to see if i can see or hear anything at first. Like concentrate on the sound.

Try a Perception check, then... describe what you're trying to do & how. :)

Zordlon Boweave wrote:

Idk thats why i asked sort of asked. I want to see if i can see or hear anything at first. Like concentrate on the sound.

Try a Perception check, then... describe what you're trying to do & how. :)

I hit 25 on mine in a prior post, I am guessing I saw exactly what was going on, which is why I tried to steer the conversation away from it. The gnome is quirky and has secrets, who isn't or doesn't?

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
I am trying to see if i can see where that sound is coming from and further more if i can see what is making the sound

I believe with a 43101 you have x-ray vision and can hear the children whispering 3 towns over. ;)

with a 413101?

Very strange, when I reply to your thread it shows me:

20 = 1d20(15) + Perception 5

I am trying to see if i can see where that sound is coming from and further more if i can see what is making the sound

Here is a copy and paste of what shows up on my screen:

100d1001 + 5 ⇒ (664, 161, 778, 138, 403, 852, 154, 200, 572, 258, 205, 409, 501, 275, 627, 234, 69, 189, 548, 811, 423, 423, 581, 725, 577, 484, 510, 660, 104, 331, 759, 179, 929, 979, 14, 163, 312, 332, 245, 317, 876, 336, 311, 904, 794, 606, 226, 729, 344, 949, 432, 708, 157, 233, 602, 927, 872, 305, 609, 412, 322, 214, 158, 589, 599, 970, 736, 118, 30, 85, 388, 393, 585, 203, 457, 703, 966, 284, 517, 265, 223, 621, 370, 66, 284, 235, 831, 56, 304, 256, 381, 286, 438, 507, 741, 15, 219, 165, 57, 32) + 5 = 43101

with a 413101?

The initial was a little weird, it showed 101 rolls of 1 to 1001 or something like that.

It glitched the first time i had to fix it :P

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! Zord Critical Succeeds the roll cracking the planet in half, turning your weapons into bees...angry bees, and unearthing Advanced Undead Elder Lava Elementals!

Everyone was wondering what that chittering from the gnome was when the door opens, and closes with a terriffic BANG. In walks an older dark skinned woman, with an embarrassed look on her face.

Oh, pardon me someone probably has the back door open, this one slipped from my grasp. I am Laurel healer and midwife to Falcon’s Hollow. I have heard that there were some lads seeking to get in touch with me. Are you those lads?

"yes , madam, we were indeed looking for you" *zordlon says with a smile*

and yeah, I thought that role was sufficient :p

Quaylon rise to greet the woman "yes ma'am, that would be use, please have a seat." He escorts her to his chair and dismisses the lute.

"Can I get you a drink or a meeal?"

No, I am not hungry as of yet, but a rest would be good. My feet do ache something aweful.

Sitting down, relief slips over her eyes. She takes off a shoe and starts rubbing her foot and ankle.

Tell me why were you looking for me?

Retcon: The gnome was making wolf noises to the wolf while attempting to speak to it then interrupted it with some squeaks.

The gnome very slowly and confusedly says: "We believe that you can help us with," while making shifty eyes, "the danger, the green skins, the human rot, and the lurkers in the forest? Can you help us with that?"

The gnome quickly and immediately says "Uhhh.... Not them," while pointing at the half orcs.

Mrachni chuckles, softly yet deeply. "I believe my friend is trying to ask if you can cure this plague; though I have no reason to doubt it, I assure you."

The gnome leans over and whispers in Mrachni's ear:

"may I have a word with you, Exataerg, in private?"

"Certainly! Friend!"

*I step off to the side to talk with Exataerg* "Now I don't know what sort of rodent you are hiding in your hat, but I just want you to know that this group if, we are indeed to go on this journey, should have absolute trust with each other, now... is there anything you would like to share with me friend? Not that you have to..."

The gnome follows the elf away from the rest of the group. He then looks at the elf all the while smiling and nodding. After a brief contemplative pause he looks at the elf and says "Yes."

He then continues to stand there.

Probably should have put what was said before as a spoilrr as well :p oh well

The gnome reaches in to the whole in the side of his tophat. After shifting around, appearing as though he is looking for something. Then a big grin comes over his face.

Does he put out his hand?

yes he does

As the gnome walks back to the group with a big smile on his face, he says "Silly Elves."

*zorldon busts out into laughter*

This is when I was disappointed I didn't buy some random trinkets and junk that I meant to put on my character sheet just for fun.

"Me too!"