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Evermore, hides behind his own allies guards, "This is fine, you don't have to come out for this one...are you sure you do not want me to devour them... yes, i think our team can handle this. You might have spooken them last time..." A quick outer monologue from the gnome, as he casts haste on the party, and all allied officers he can.
"Eeeep! What is going on? Why did they draw swords!? Shadow, what do we do?" is the only internal thought this terrified gnome has as he begins to run run run away into the corner of the corner of the room. As he takes a step, his body stops unnaturally and his head arches backwards. No longer is this the face of a frightened gnome, you see the dark features and black eyes of something else rear back at the assailants.
"Two gnomes are better than one!" Evemore says excitedly, but quickly goes back to being timid and he whispers, "Maybe a culling of the senate is a good thing ...Shhhh! Remember we are here to help these people not to ... devour them ... No, we are not doing that!" The old gnome walks out, and tugs at Madame Myvanwie's dress, "Um, miss. I am here to help, you and your father."
Realising that this group of adventurers are going on the same mission as him, Evermore steps from behind his hiding spot, and accepts the cookie from madame Matrialda. "Thank you." he says softly. He listens carefully to the venture captain, nodding all the way, but then when the he hears other language, he quickly jots back behind the furniture and casts comprehend languages on himself.
"I don't suppose whoever is hiding in here would like a cookie, would they?" The very hungry Evermore peeks his head from behind the furniture, this time speaking up just slightly, "A cookie! So you're not a ghost?" He steps forward, you can see curiosity in his eyes, "Can i really have one...?" Just as Cassandra steps into the room and announces herself, Evermore freaks out and jumps back behind the couch, "Eeeep! Another ghost!" quickly scuttling so that no one can see him. "I really hope this other ghost doesn't eat us...we wont let her."
An older woman stands in the middle of the room, pulling her hand-knit shawl tightly around herself. "Is anyone there?" she calls tentatively. "Anyone?" As the little gnome see's the older woman in the middle of the room, he quickly darts behind a one of the fancy couches, "Are...are you a gh...ghost? Hello, my name is Evemore, I promise you I mean you no harm." He tries to make himself look smaller than her already is, which doesn't help much for his figure.
Evermore is a very strange gnome, to say the least. Those who know him personally, see him talking to himself out loud quite often, and is known to be scared of almost everything. But when threatened, a darker side of him is revealed. A side to him that is not truly him. His dark half is malicious, but he tries his best to keep it in check. They say that he once stared into the abyss of the blackest star, and something spoke back to him. The gnome enters the meeting room, obviously shy and uncomfortable, his eyes dart back and forth scanning the space. "Good, no one is here yet. I wonder what sorts of new friends we'll meet this time." He quickly jumps around the room, from candle to candle, extinguishing it. Alone, in the dark interior, he smiles, and sits on the comfortable couch."No, shush! We have to make a good impression this time. We have to make the others like us." A gnome, is always a gnome, and Evermore sits back waiting, with an eager smile on his face for the others to come. Alone. In the darkness.
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Evermore agrees with the parties decisions. This is all to scary for him, and for the time being, the groups decisions have been meaning that they are not getting in to so much trouble. When they have a moment alone, away from the town's ears, he checks to see if no one is watching. "So, while we were discussing what to do next...you know, all those scary things you wanted to do tomorrow...well, I think my...well my friend can do this thing...are quite lovely...i'm sure, not that i'd know..." He seems embarrassed at the previous outburst. He continues, ...anyway, I was reading our orc's friends' mind, and it seems that Vegazi knows the name Ilka, it is one of her half sisters … though I am not exactly sure as to what is going on with the Hells Fury tribe... I think she understands that they are now being led by a lesser devil of some sort...she's kind of scared...like I am!
At the end of the night, "We have definitely have learned some interesting names through the journal. Do you know of whom it speaks, Vegazi - anything will help us here at this point." At this point, he tries to cast detect thoughts DC 19 on their companion, to see if there is anything else we can glean from her. He tries to do so as he asks the questions, overtly.
He also comments t o agree with Daylin. "Yes, we should head out again, but maybe not tonight? Its dark, and scary things come out at dark." He turns again to their orc friend, "Will you come with us, Vegazi?" ----------- Looking frightened as the creatures drop the bodies off, he follows to investigate "Oh my! What...why? Are they showing off? Who is it? Are we next?" He will cast heightened awareness and as they move.
To the comments earlier in the walk, Evermore looks emboldened by his allies and a little less afraid. "Sounds good, I would love to take a look through the chronicles when we finally get back, Magnu! Wait...attacked by flesh? That doesn't sound like a good time...Daylin, please tell me he's not being serious about that part." He gets briefly spooked, and notices a stump. Seeing it, he instantly bolts to it and pretends to hide. "Don't trip, you oaf!" He notices a small leather-bound journal on the ground and picks it up. He looks it over, "The owner probably died, that fool...Sssshhhhh!" Happy with his prize, he runs back and shows it to the group, "Look what we found!" He passes it on for this party to inspect. ---------------- "Troublesome rumors? Oh no, I thought we've fixed them all!" the gnome comments as if their actions of bringing people back should have fixed everything. "What is it this time? Scary monsters again?"
The look of relief after the crows are dealt with is wiped off Evermore's smile when Daylin starts talking, "Ahhh, ahhhh you really think so?" He takes his blaket and runs to cover himself and the cleric, "Quick, we can hide under this together. If we can't see them, they can't
... As they start walking back, he turns to speak with the cleric again, or anyone who would listen. "You know, this is probably the longest I've been away from Absalom...this whole adventuring thing, it's quite tough? Do you think we are doing the right thing here?"
Evermore listens very carefully, and you can see him get visibly more scared as the conversation continues. He jumps at Daylins first point, "Eeeh! Dark? Are you saying we might finish after the sun sets...oh no, we can't do that! We should go back to town now and..." The winds around the small gnome change ever so slightly, "...and let all these people die?" He covers his eyes, and his normal voice comes back to him as he tries to figure out and pretend to be brave, "No! We can't let that happen! We should...we should hurry up! We're burning daylight!" As he nods to what the party is saying, all else he can add a the solemn comment - "We're only speculating that Vegazi was the target, but we still don't know why, right? What if they attack the town again..."
The gnome looks at the party's Sarenite, "Do you think you could help her, Daylin? With your magic...? There must be something we can do to help!" He does his best by helping to identify the cause of the disease, and perhaps identifying some useful herbs that we can gather to help her condition.
He turns to the man, "Pelengren, once we have stabilised her, you need to get her back to town where you both will be safe. There is something bad coming, and we don't have time to waste."
Evermore reluctantly slumbers over, "I...I doubt I will be much help, but you can probably put some of this..." as he tears a hole in his blanket and lets the feathers from within fall to the ground, "over the traps, it might help conceal them." He starts collecting them, slowly, to help with the process.
He looks at what he had just done, and realises his crutial mistake. He turns to the party and whispers, "I don't have my blanket any more..." He looks sad.
Evermore snaps back to his small, scared self. "Orc war-beasts? Does that mean the orcs are close by? We should run! Hide! ...we're going to go save people, aren't we?"
Listening earlier to the cleric tell the story of his brother, he has a sympathetic look on his face. "You know, I grew up with lots of brothers and sisters. I was the oldest, so taking care of the eleven rest of them was my responsibility. We were much more stronger together, it was a fun and simpler time. I don't quite remember what made us all go our separate ways...I'm sorry you went through all that with your brother. It must of been difficult." As soon as Daylin begins to ask about the thing he hides from the most, he seems a little more distant at first. The idea of talking to someone about this is uncomfortable, but somehow the cleric's words are soothing and he doesn't feel as judged. "No one...no one has ever asked me to talk about me, before. Everyone just assumes i'm a crazy old gnome who isn't all there. But i'm not crazy...at least, I don't think I am." He begins to explain, "I was always fascinated with the stars. Can you imagine, energy and light so beautiful it's able to piece the endless darkness and reach us here, on Golarion. We're only tiny specs of existence in the forever-expanding cosmos. Tell me, Daylin, have you ever looked up into the night sky and wondered what's out there?" He shivers, as if fighting something inside him - but eventually swallows it down. "He won't believe you. The cleric doesn't care about you." The slight interruption catches the poor gnome off guard, as he once again covers himself with the blanket but keeps moving along. More muffled, he continues. "Well, one faithful night while I was conducting my research and looking up into the stars, they, it...they looked back. An instant connection, with this darkness. I am not sure why it's here, or why it has chose me - but I think it's here to study us, people." You see the figure under the blanket nod and grow, but just as quickly it disappears. …He didn't mean that. He means well, my friend. He might be very scary, and I sometimes lose track of time...and space, when he takes over, but he has saved my life multiple times. I'm beginning to regret that... That, that has to account for something, right? How do you define what is good, and what is evil? I mean, has anyone actually stopped to ask these invading devil forces we are hunting why they are doing this? What gives us the right to judge them?"
- Evemore keeps at the back, not talking much. He isn't as surefooted as most of the rest of the party is, so you see him stumble a few times on some loose rocks in the road. He is observant, however, and eventually catches up to Daylin who is leading the party and tugs on his sleave. "Were you always this brave? I know your a Sarenite and bravery is a common trait among your clerics. Aren't you scared her light won't find you, in the places we are going?" --------------------------------------------------
The gnome is scared, really scared - especially seeing how quick they are to attack and trip Ehm. He yelps and runs for cover. "You guys got this right? They are so visious and scary!" |
