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River follows yoy to the tavern and even buys you all drinks... save for gyro who doesn't drink. well, we caused the back of the mine to collapse... it is possible that someone or something opened it back up. And as for what they called themselves, it was disciples of Thoon... which could mean that this Thoon is actually just a powerful figurehead, a "false god" so to speak.
Another thing, they actually had a woman ringleader... I know it was a woman because of her voice, but I was never able to see her face. She had these silvery testicles emerging from the back of her head... or neck. She launched darts and one of them nearly downed Beor...
The Dwarven bartender huffs at River. You try keeping your head when it feels like you've just drank the worst orc slum you can! he says.
"I'm a little curious, who else is in town that was around back then? Anyone else that might remember anything?"
"Yeah we'll probably check out the mines, but first we need to find out what happened to John, Harly and Thomas. We still haven't finished exploring the tunnels yet. Thanks for your help though, River. We just ran into one this morning."
Meg looks up over his meal.
"I agree with Zim once we are done here we can head to the homes of the 3 individuals he mentioned and get to looking into that. The passage may not be safe, we will need magical protection to avoid causing harm to each other."
He continues to eat, pauses and says
"Lets check out the mine before we go back to the tunnels, it could be open or close but it may be a better place to start if it is clear and items have been left."
Happily drinking his ale, Tindertwig swings his feet as he sits on the tall bar stool.
At the mention of silvery testicles on the back of a lady's neck, he spits out a mouthful of ale across the bar.
Mees tells yous she had silver things under her scarf!
Rippit! comes Dirtbags agreeing croak.
"Besides that Twiggy. What about Dirtbag? After what happened, should I maybe try making a nice carry bag for him? Something a bit more... safe? " he asks their new goblin friend
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Tindertwig looks blankly at Gyro.
Dirtbag is safe. His not leaves my head, since..
The little goblin looks puzzled. He begins counting his dirty fingers.
1, 2, 6, 3, 2!
He looks up smiling. Two!
Rippit! Rippit! comes the agreement from Dirtbag.
"Twiggy. He is NOT safe just sitting on your head.... I mean it. Its very dangerous. Do you want me to prove it..? "
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"Tindertwig - I am on the verge of mastering another ancient technique. I can use Ra's divine energies to daze our foes within 30 ft of me." Zimul raises a cautionary finger. "Unfortunately it is rather indiscriminate and I can only control the energies not to affect 4 other members of the party. Which of you would want to be on the receiving end of the divine blast in his stead?"
Tindertwig looks at Zimul. He squints his beady eyes a bit.
Dirtbag likes it!
Rippit? comes a worried reply.
Zimul throws his hands into the air, exasperated. "Fine, have it your way. Though I say the toad is the more sensible of the two." He shakes his head and sighs. 'Its not as if they haven't been warned' He thinks. "I suggeat with the recent spate of murders, we set up a night watch at the inn whike the rest of the party rests. I'm willing to take the first shift."
Tindertwig smiles, Burp!
He looks at the others, shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh lighten up Zimul, let the goblin be a goblin. And personally, I feel quite safe in here. Sure there were a few attacks, but nothing in this particular area. Are you trying to insult the fine capabilities of this establishment's owner? The protector of the great apple tree of greatness? How rude."
"Look, something murdered the kobolds under the custody of the town guards. Are you saying an inn in town provides better security then the town guards?"Zimul challenges Alitas.
Meg moves his bowl aside, flags the page in his book with a piece of ribbon, folding his hands in front of himself he looks between Zim and Alitas.
"Gentlemen, may I call you both that? Is there a reason for this heated discussion? In a way you could both be very right, the owner of this fine establishment probably has more experience in dealing with oddities than the town guards. The town guards are excellent at what they do from what I have seen, they were unprepared for this type of attack or execution so who is to say the could or could not have handled it? I am not."
He slowly opens his book again and goes back to his meal.
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Beor laughes. I believe the Elf be right! I had to throw some of the guards out me-self on occasion. Of course I let them come back, always fun throwing them out. River rolls her eyes.
River turns to Zimul. I'm afraid i have some work to attend, I thank you for attending the funeral, It's always nice to see young adventurers in this town...and yes, you are all quite young.
Silva comes down the stairs, her clothes are quite warm for the weather... and you'd think that her fur would provide enough as it is. she has her scarf back on. She glares at Tindertwig as she passes him, and she orders a Cider.
The innocent little goblin smiles back as he eats hungrily.
Zimul facepalms at hearing Beor throws the town guard out for fun. He generally preferred a well...more ordered...way of doing things.
Meg picks up his dinner and book, moving over to Tindertwig. He points with the back of his spork.
"What is the newest invention you are working on my little friend? May I document what you are doing so that it can be done again without much difficulty?"
Zimul rushes up to Silva. "I've been educating Tindertwig on property belonging to others and he shouldn't be eyeing your stuff any longer. Please forgive him. Also, the quintessence you're talking about is dangerous. River said in the past she found some people abusing the quintessence and they became mutated, grew tentacles. In fact, the kobold that had some in him actually blew up in front of us. Are you sure you want to experiment with that stuff?" Zimul pauses for a moment. "People have died because of my actions. The guard I set guarding the kobold..he's gone now." Zimul gives a mournful sigh. I wouldn't want you to be added on the list, should I pass you some quintessence. "
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Silva looks at Zimul with a confused look."Grew tentacles? Ha! I am the foremost expert on quintessence and do you see tentacles comeing from me?... well... I am an alchemist so you shouldn't be surprised even if I did have one... I don't belive it is quintessence that makes your kobold explode. Rather I belive it is something else. It is true quintessence was found inside your kobold, but I have found it in every living being. It appears in varying quantities, everything from unnoticeable to a whole gallon. True larger amounts are rare, about one in 1000 people have more than a single ounce. But quintessence is absolutely harmless unless it is used in the wrong way... as for these murders, are you sure quintessence was involved, perhaps it was some cult that found an unconventional use for the rare liquid...
Tindertwig suddenly spews whatever mostly chewed food onto the bar.
He jumps up onto the stool, shouting,
Writings bees bad!
He jumps down from the stool, and runs out the door...
...a few seconds later, the scared little goblin races back in, hops on his stool, grabs his remaining bowl of food, and dashes back out the door.
Rippit!, comes a frightened croak from outside.
"All right. Just so long as you know what you're doing with it." Zimul is reassured by Silva's words. [b]"Do you happen to have any vials I can purchase off you? The quintessence might be in a liquid.{/b]
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Silva huffs. the chances of it being in a liquid are minimal. It apears mostly in rate metals or stones. Such as gold, mythral, silver, cold iron, and others. I think the only liquid you are to find of it would be in quicksilver, but you are not going to find that just lieing around. she flicks her scarf around her neck. And if it is found in living things, don't worry. Most living things have at least a little. The more intelligence the more it has. But don't be bringing me live creatures, you can just skip over those. Silva smiles innocently
nothing seems out of the ordinary,
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"No, I wouldn't be bringing you live creatures. That'd be too cruel. Unfortunately some don't seem to have as many scruples as you do, Silva. I'll see what I can find."Zimul promises her.
Meg watches Tindertwig run around at the word writing, a smile coming to his face. He is only half listening to the conversation with Zim and Silva.
"So the smarter a being is the more quintessence?" He writes this down "I have never heard that before it is an interesting theory."
He turns back to those of his new friends who are still here, "So where are we off to tomorrow?"
"Well. Where ever you lead. I havnt been out much. So anywhere is good" he chuckles
He nods at Silva
"Welcome back. Refreshed?"
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The occasional bang, boom, bam! comes from Gyro's workshop throughout the night.
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Dirtbag. Just dems wait. Dis bees bestest trap ever!
Rippit?, comes a not-so-convinced croak.
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the night goes by, however you awake in the night, there is a clamor outside, yelling and shouting. Get to the wells! quickly! you hear someone say.
Beor knocks on your doors Best be getting out of your beds! fire next door! once he says that, you can see the glow from outside... and you can smell the smoke...
At the sound of the hollering Meg rolls out of bed, picking himself up he puts on some pants and his jacket as he rushes down the stairs. He appears outside with no shoes on, looking around frantically where he can help. As he sports the guard Capt he rushes over to him.
"Where can I help?" He then quickly scoffs down a liquid that moves between fire red and Ice blue.
"This is not helping the town at all. Goblins. Things that explode. And now this..." he grumbles as he throws another bucket of water onto one of the burning buildings
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Bumping his big-eared head on the bottom of Gyro's work bench, Tindertwig frowns.
Dirtbag, stops making so much noises!
he little goblin goes back to sleep.
Rippit?, comes a tired croak.
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@everyone: as you are helping to put the fire out, you notice a woman among the townsfolk. she seems different. she is slim like an elf, but her features are more pronounced. she is casting spells to create water and fill up buckets... her hair is green and her clothes are woven from what appears to be a green fabric
What is that infernals racket!, comes a squeaky voice from Gyro's workshop.
Angrily appearing from the shop, Tindertwig takes in all the commotion.
He scratches his head (Dirtbag deftly moving out of the way).
Dirtbag notices the strange woman and promptly pokes Tindertwig in his left eye with his tongue.
Ouch!, comes the goblin. Looking to his right, Tindertwig also notices the strange woman.
The goblin smiles as he runs over to help the neat-looking lady.