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Cade answers his own question, "Probably not."
Cade wonders looking at the scrolls, "I wonder. Can a minor earth elemental dig us out and back to the city without facing down the pudding army?"
I think the sub-title of Lewyns Carowill's spell book says something about "oh were all quite mad here" in his notes.
Cade moves up and tries to pull Ed back, "Out of the way Ed, for your own good."
Cade chants again and a fan of heat and flame flash out from his hands toward the Black Pudding.
Cade fights through the choking gasses and launches white hot lines of fire at the enemies. The burst forth from alternating hands as he runs toward fresh air.
"Remember no lightening on the black ones."
Cade grabs his spell component pouch.
Cade looks on in subtle shock. "I hate the underdark."
After struggling to near exhaustion Cade calms and works himself free with help. "Anyone else famished."
Sorry guys :{ Actually thank you. Do you know how many weeks of strategizing and dithering hand wringing you have saved this game from. I say that as one whose characters often leads such second guessing sessions.
Cade wakes his eyes wide he begins to uselessly shake at his bonds growling and wordlessly making noises trying to get free. Finally tears in his eyes he cries, "NO no no no not again no."
Cade looks at the various pudding and pudding adjacent foes and then at the Goldwhiskers wondering if their damage immunities would protect them from the strange creatures.
Cade looks at Vic. "We are really out numbered." He points everywhere.
Cade winces at Vic's words. He speaks almost as a chirping reminder, "Diplomacy." He looks around nonchalantly.
"That sort of help might go a long way to burying the hatchet."
I can only speak from trying to understand the game from Cade's perspective. He's very much a fish out of water. He dabbled in spelunking. This could never be more than a railroad for him.
Cade's eyes dart back and fourth when Froog mentions the demon. Then they dart about again when Froog says there here to broker a deal. Not sure that's what they asked us to do. . . .Hope this works. Cade looks at Chipgrin, "You're talking like there is a threat the other gnomes don't know about?"
"I think we should just kill them all at this point. They even summoned a demon to fight us. Anyone who summons demons should be put down." Cade looks around, "can't argue with that."
I am down. Though I don't know if we have adjusted from running for our lives to seeking danger in the dungeons.
Cade shakes off the paralazation with a cough.
Cade looks at the strange creature emerging into existence. "Well that's never happened before."
Cade seems frozen after that.
Cade moves up and chanting as he moves and unleashes a wave of fire over the enemy and allies, thankfully for whatever reason the fire only burns the enemies.
Cade chants with heat rising from his fingers.
Cade looks at the others, "Hey before we pop off in here. I have heard stories about were-creatures but they are typically about the murderous crazed monsters. Which Topsy and Turvy are not. Should we expect that from the Goldwhiskers. I know it has something to do with the moon. If the Goldwhiskers can be reasoned with and the gnomes are all fighting for survival from enemies. Isn't giving them magic resistances to their enemies a good way to go. What separates people who can control it from the murderous crazy one. Forgive the blunt questions but given what we are about to do." Cade shrugs.
Cade chuckles at the gnome's dressing down of Khaz. His face sours when he realizes things might run against them. "It is a boon. Forgive us. Our weeks prior have been fraught with dangers and pushing the edges of our mind. Such a visceral existence hones the instinct and frays the nerves. We have put value on our next forage, surviving the next tunnel, and as such it is a shifting world beneath us to be once more amongst folk we can trust and to be offered this gift. I hope that what you teach us we can put to the protection of your people."
"oh the money doesn't hurt either."
Cade smiles, he looks at his companions. "It feels good. I mean up till we got here we have been running for our lives. Nice to help."
Cade bundles up the leatherworking kit. "This might be worth something."
Cade looks at his hands a bit surprised. He hears Ed's question and goes over to the glasswear table
He looks back confused. "Where?"
"Fookin' spoon," Edlethron says in his best Khaz imitation. Cade jibs, "I think the tinker gnomes call that a spork." When the ghost is light up Cade begins to cast a spell waves of heat coming from his hands. He moves behind those before him and steps to where he has a clear line and unleashes three burning lines of fire toward the ghost.
"Cap'n ghosts can be invisible? Right?"
"Oh we are checking on ghosts. Fun."
"Well first are we supplied fitly for any of these fights. I mean were creatures need like special metals to damage them, who knows with ghosts and we don't want to start whacking acid puddles with nice shiny magic weapons if it will break them down and it sounds like lots of stuff like that are in our future."
Cade holds up his hands, "I understand your apprehension. As helpful as it would be to us I get it you are surrounded by enemies. We will help if we can."
Cade seems dizzied by things, "We have a lot going. We are going to have to get priorities straight." He looks around at the Deepgnomes, "Any chance we can get some maps of the area. Doubly good if the map is of the old city and marks where the lost or buried parts are. So we can get a feel for what it was verses what it is."
"The what now?"
"I'm good."
Cade calls out, "Froog don't look so good."
"This is regular?" He sighs. "I hate the underdark."
Cade scrambles back to get clear of the cubes.
"Let go of my friends abominations." Cade unleashes hell chanting swiftly and in a wild rhythm.
Immediately almost pulling magic back from his spell bending the weave in ill advised ways Cade lets a second trio of strikes go.
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