Gengar Whittlewood's page

You dump your coins with great fanfare, lean over to pick them up, and stick your hand out rather gracelessly to reach for the man's coin purse, only to grab empty air. You look around for the mark and find him near five market stalls away, completely oblivious to your manufactured plight.

"Thanks for nothing, you dwarven explicative." Gengar hisses under his breath.

As you stare after the receding noble, you realize some urchins have decided to help you retrieve your coins. However, you're not certain their "help" involves actually returning them to you.

Assuming the "helpers" don't have the one gold piece Gengar dropped, Gengar makes a feigned lunge as if to make chase and growls like an enraged monster. Then he laughs and does not pursue them.

He thinks to himself, little buggers need it more than I do.

It is at this point you catch sight of the flamboyant nobleman arguing with a grocer across the square, trying to convince the poor farmer to sell him produce he doesn't actually possess.

Gengar watches the man for awhile and scans the crowd.

Gengar thinks to himself: Gengar you old goat, leave it alone. This is why you left Magnimar...and Riddleport. You have plenty.

Then he counters: So?

The dwarf grabs a handful of coins (1gp 2sp 3cp) and slowly meanders over toward the mark. At the right moment he bumps into the man and drops the coins.

"Oh my mercy!" Gengar cries and immediately drops to his knees to pick them up.

IF the man stoops over to help, Gengar will lean against him to get up and try to pick his pockets. IF the man does not help Gengar does nothing.

"Thank you kind sir."

Sleight of Hand: (1d20+7=8)

"A Druidess?" says Kinmorn. It is his turn to stare blankly for a moment. "There well might be."

Once the meal is winding down Gengar begins to get fidgety.

"Well then, I guess we all have our business to take care of...but we'll all meet back here for dinner? I myself look forward to hearing Mitnal's tale." Gengar tosses some coins on the table, pushes his chair back, positions himself for a mighty belch of praise, thinks better of it and simply hops to the floor. He waves merrily to everyone and leaves.

Gengar decides to look for the crazy old druidess he has heard about.

Knowledge is trained only and Gengar is not trained...so I'll make a Wisdom check to see if I have any idea where to find Madame Mvashti's Wis: (1d20+1=4)

After wandering around aimlessly for awhile Gengar begins to get frustrated. He decides to look for anyone in town he recognizes as a local and approach them for directions. He also keeps an eye out for the flamboyant nobleman he saw throwing coins around at the theater earlier in the day.

As they are waiting for the food, Kinmorn turns to Gengar.

"Did I hear you say earlier you needed to see a Druid?" asks Kinmorn conversationally. "I am not a man of the grove but I was wondering what you might have been needing. Perhaps a Priest of the Bow could help you? I have some little knowledge of the workings of the world."

Gengar stairs blankly for a moment at the priest.

"Oh, yeah, a druid. Someone said we were going on an adventure! I like to get a handfull of goodberries whenever I venture to the wilderness. Leaves more room in my pockets for gold." The dwarf laughs loudly.

"Isn't there a crazy ol' druidess in town? Maybe I'll go hit her up for some before dinner."

How much does Gengar owe for the wine?

I also thought it was morning when I stepped out of the cathedral.

Eh, maybe it's the wine! We'll follow the consensus.

This is lunch our characters are eating, right? Kinmorn still has errands to run :)

I assumed this was my 3pm meal - I had lunch up at the cathedral, then some smoked fish about an hour and a half later, and then we ended up at the Rusty Dragon...

He then reddens deeply for no good reason whatsoever. "Perhaps, I shouldn't ... No. Yes. After supper we will participate in the tales and songs."

"See, what did I tell you, a man after my own heart! Bring on the food."

"I think you'll find you've made an excellent choice, Gengar. I thought of you when I purchased it yesterday. I'm glad to see it will be making its way into your gullet." Ameiko uncorks a bottle of wine and begins pouring the fragrant red liquid into the glasses.

"Ahhhh, may Cayden Cailean bless you abundantly." Gengar says reverently and swirls the glass. He sips the wine and appears to ponder the deepest mysteries of the universe. After a second he swallows loudly and sighs. "This will indeed do..." and he takes a more sizable gulp.

"As Mitnal mentioned, I do allow my guests to share stories of adventure in the evenings, after supper, true, embellished, or otherwise. I even share my own tales and songs. All anyone who wishes to share a story need do is speak up." Her last sentence seems directed at Mitnal in particular.

"Now this will be good!" Gengar elbows Shantare rather hard and finishes his glass of wine. The dwarf holds up his glass to Ameiko for a refill.

And with that, Kynni heads back into the kitchen.

"The good stuff Kynni, the good stuff!" Gengar shouts after she leaves.

Mitnal also scans the room, but not for the same reason Gengar does.

Hey, I'm offended :)

For myself (and I know this is different for others on this board), in the 20 some years I've played this game, I've never met a gamer who played a female dwarf. Nor have I dealt with dwarven romance. I haven't seen a lot of it in the literature either (can't think of any offhand, but I'm sure someone will correct me). Maybe now that they can be "hot", there will be more action on the part of the dwarven ladies.

EDIT: Apologies to Kruelaid - didn't see his post when originally writing my post.

We keep our passions where they belong - behind closed doors...else there would be a whole lot more half-dwarves than half-elves.

"Well met, friends. My name is Kynni, and welcome to the Rusty Dragon inn. For brunch today, we have prepared a spiced rabbit stew, with peas and carrots, a side of apple smoked bacon, and mincemeat puff pastry. To drink, we have a nice lager, a red Korvosan table wine, or a lemon honey mead."

"My dear Kynni, how many times have I begged you to just bring me a glass of your finest wine as soon as you see my shadow darken yo' threshold?" The dwarf beams with joy and laughs a little too loud. "Make it two glasses today lassy, I've wandering all over this town. Matter of fact, the first round of drinks for my companions is on me! Oh, and a big plate of tha' spiced jerky, please."

Gengar tries to sit between Shantare and Jessa. Then while everyone gets settled he scans the room.

Spot: (1d20+1=3) - bummer.

Dwarves have beards just like elves have pointy ears. It is what it is. You don't have to like it. You don't have to agree with it. But in the spirit of diversity and inclusion I think you should leave it alone.

Besides, real girls don't have man-beards. They just have a lot more facial hair than all you tall folks do.

...and we haven't even broached the subject of their chest hair!

Jessa smiles at the dwarf's exuberance. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jessa Eventide. A wizard, yes. Or more of a witch, I suppose. But a nice one. And since Blackwing no doubt ate at least some of your lunch, perhaps I should be the one to repay you and Mitnal for your troubles?"

"As for the Rusty Dragon, it seems like a lot of people have heard of this place," Jessa continues, glancing at Kinmorn as they travel down the street, "Who's Ameiko? Does she work there?"

"I gotta warn ya, I can get mighty hungry on another's tab." Gengar laughs.

"Have you ever killed anyone with a fireball?!? Do you think you could throw a fireball now? I mean, over the water of course." Gengar smiles to Kinmorn.

"The Shoanti have a saying: 'Many adventures begin in a tavern'."

"An adventure!" Gengar exclaims. "I desperately be wanting to open my own shop - hey, you could sell yo' baskets there!"

Gengar pauses a moment and seems to be counting on his fingers. "I need to see a druid before we go off slaying dragons though. Anyone know a good druid?"

Addressing Shantare, "Hey, you look more the outdoorsy type. Know any druids?"

Gengar uses the interchange between the lady and the bird to regain his composure. "I am Gengar Whittlewood." The dwarf bows to Jessa and then Shantare. "I'm just out and about, enjoying the festival preparations. Are you a mighty wizard? Going to the Rusty Dragon? Great! Mitnal here owes me lunch. But aren't you two lovely young ladies going togive Ameiko a run for her money?"

If the ladies are carrying anything Gengar signals Mitnal to hand over the baskets so the barbarian can help.

Jessa stops about ten feet away from the trio of Mitnal, Gengar, and Blackwing. Placing both hands on her hips, she calls out in a scolding tone, "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to stay out of trouble?" To anyone observing, it would seem she's addressing the barbarian and the dwarf.

Blackwing himself sheepishly ducks his head below the edge of the basket to avoid his mistress' wrath.

"Don't you hide from me!" Jessa continues, "Get over her now, you scoundrel. What game are you playing this time?"

"Scoundrel?!? I assure you ma'am I ne'er seen you before in my life." Gengar looks to Mitnal and then to the young priest. "Honest...".

With a guilty conscience the dwarf desperately searches his memory for the lady but turns up nothing.

As they are passing the theatre and approaching the market square, Kinmorn asks, "Do either of you need anything from the market? The Rusty Dragon is past the market as you go towards the bridge into town."

It sounds like we might be passing each other...I assume if the bird saw his mistress he would have squawked or something?

Blackwing fluttered past the dwarf and snapped the fish away from his hand before landing nearby to devour it. 'Pet?!' the raven thought, 'Hardly!' He tried to glare with a somewhat baleful expression at Gengar, but failed to maintain it very long...as the smoked fish continued to call out to him.

"Well dull my axe!" Gengar says with genuine surprise. "I ne'er meant any disrespect. All I know is stone and bark!"

"Pet?" Mitnal asks puzzled. Then, seeing Gengar offer some fish to the magnificent black bird realizes what was meant. Quietly, he says to the dwarf "This is a raven. I'm not sure why he has come but please be respectful."

"Aye, keep me on the straight and narrow my friend." Gengar laughs again and begins to whistle randomly. All the while the dwarf keeps an eye out for any loose coin purses...

DM:

Gengar looks at Mitnal's hand full of coins for a moment and then laughs. "I've got it this time, my friend." The dwarf hands the odiferous merchant 4 coppers. "You can pick up my next snack! Let's go see what's going on up by tha' new fancy church. Maybe some of the new comers need help carrying their wares or what naught."

Gengar holds a piece of fish up for the bird. "You know, yo' pet is really something. Where did you get him?"

Gengar purchases a couple of fine looking smoked fish on a stick. He hands one over to Mitnal. After sampling its succulence, he eyes the bird suspiciously. "If ya want some you gotta ask for it."

how much does it cost?

Ah heck, I thought today was Swallowtail Day...

I'm fine with being down by the sea...after getting a bite to eat we'll mosey on up to the cathedral for a good seat.

What was his name? It was an easy one ... Yes! "Whittler-of-wood," he said "I was hoping you would come. I would like to talk to you about making some solid wood bases for a larger basket. It would need to have some holes around the outside to attach it to the weave."

"Mitnal, it is an easy matter ta make holes in wood. It is not so easy ta remove them!" Gengar laughs. "Why don't we meet on the morrow ta discuss this further? Now, why don't ya pack up yo' baskets and lets go enjoy some o' tha' fish I smell smokin' over by the cathedral? Eh, bring yo' talkin' bird! I've always wondered what clouds taste like...think he'll tell me?"

"Did tha' bird just talk?" How much can a talking raven bring...

"Master Basketweaver, good day to ya. I didn't know you had a feathered companion. Any luck today? I know if I had any need for a basket I would consider no other in all of Varisia! Can he say anything else?"

Gengar turns to see if the pretty young lass is still admiring him. Ah, if only she had a proper beard herself...

Noticing a sonorous rumbling in his tummy, Gengar packs away his wood and pipe and stretches before getting up. He wanders a bit more through the market and samples a few of the delightful foods here and there.

One flamboyant young man begins to throw around his coin like gold is a trivial thing. Gengar follows along a bit until he sees the good captain Belor Hemlock making his rounds. Sighing to himself the little dwarf cuts across the street.

There he sees that odd barbarian, Mintal or Mitnal or whatever, entertaining a bird. Humans never cease to amaze me.

Gengar approaches the basket weaver while waving cheerfully to a lovely young lass obviously staring at his impeccable beard.

Gengar spends the morning and afternoon aimlessly wandering the fetival hotspots. He cheerfully greets anyone who makes eye contact tries to make mental notes about his fellow townsmen.

At midday the dwarf will make his way to the grassy area outside the new cathedral along Church Street. Finding a nice shady tree to sit under Gengar takes out his pipe and lights a smoke. After savoring the moment, watching more and more reveler enter the town, he takes out his block of wood. Aimlessly, he caresses away curled shavings.

Patience, tallfolk. All things will come in time.

I like tha the sound o' that!

Oh, and here's yo' coin purse, Jeesa. You oughta be a might more careful or someone less honest may find it first.

Guys, relax...don't over analyze! Diplomacy schlomacy. It's all good.

Hey, who dropped this coin purse?

I think I'm ready...

Do you have any problem if I take the Tactile Trapsmith feat from CAd page 112? Gengar is more of a hands on kinda guy.

Here I am...

Just getting started.