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Recovering from Aletta's surprise attack, Flibble quickly calls to mind a Spell.

Magic Missile

Magic Missile: 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 1) + 3 = 7 Great, the Gods of dice hate me again!

Flibble's sense Motive is +0, so he doesn't have a clue. Aletta healed in life, no reason she cannot heal in death!

Flibble is somewhat surprised when Kyra cries out and Aletta offers to heal him. Panting with exertion, he looks about for the source of the attack on Kyra, but cannot see anything.

"Aye, lass, 'tis time."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Aye, lass, we're with ye." Flibble squares his shoulders and marches on.

upstairs? I thought we were upstairs!

"Och, I dinna think there's aught we can gain here. The wifie will nae talk wi' us. Let's goo doon the stairs."

Noting the characteristic flicking of his fingers, Flibble replies

Visibly shaken, Flibble warily speaks out,"Och, is there anyone aboot? we mean nae harm."

I'm with Khalbar. There is nothing but malice here, I can't see there being anything of use against the Master except perhaps the knowledge that his own wife killed herself rather than join him.

lol

With a mutter and a gesture Flibble casts a spell, then slumps to the floor, unconscious.

Flibble will cast Detect Magic and begin scanning the room.

Flibble follows after.

Flibble fingers flicker in response to Pick's query.
"had a sudden urge to kill myself with that dagger."

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18 Phew!

For a brief moment Flibble feels an urge to kill himself, then he shakes it off.

"Och, I think the wee lassie is here."

Btw, Message does enable you to whisper a reply to me, though there is still the chance that Aletta will overhear it with a dc25 perception roll

Flibble fishes a bit of copper wire out of a pocket, and casts Message, targeting the members of the group. He whispers,

"Now that we know where to go, should we get rid of our guide after we've checked out this level?"

DC25 Perception for Aletta to overhear

"Och, will ye look at that. This room has nae been disturbed in years. Thae other room has been. Unless this wee wifie is a ghost, I dinnae think she's been here, d'ye ken?"

Knowledge (Arcane): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Guess you're up, Rhanloi

Flibble and Sovola will go just in front of Rhanloi.

"Och, lassie, tell us a bit aboot yon wifie. Why are the two no' speakin'? Did somethin' happen?"

"Och, Lassie, Maybe you could take us to his wife, first. It would be guid if we can bring her round, d'ye ken?.

and who knows, maybe we can get another ally, or more info.

Overcome with the stench, it takes a moment for flibble to respond to picks question.

Out loud, Flibble says,

"Och, lassie, tell us about yon Master."

fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
kn(Arcane): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Going a distinct and rather unusual shade of green, Flibble tries to remain cheerful.

"Och, A'letta. I thought ye'd gone back to ye're people. You're smelling a bit worse for wear. Either that or you're manticore needs stuffing."

"Och, they never mention this in the stories. Can ye imagine? 'and the brave wee adventurers were defeated by a lock.' It isnae right."

"Och, then we'll be trapped together, d'ye ken? It'll be fun!"

knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

no better than anyone else

"och, tha's enough gabbin'. Let's make a move."

I think I would have taken the knife that the note was pinned with, too
Directing Sovola to land in the tree to roost, Flibble grins at Picks comment and his hands flicker in reply

Good to see you too, Holy Pick.

Edging towards Kyra, he adds,

"Och, lassie, got another of them messages for ye. Pinned to a dead farmers body." and produces the dagger and note for inspection.

Flibble carefully takes the note and heads home again with the guards.
"Och, lads, we'll soon be home again and I'll see that Father Zanthus tends to ye're wounds. Ye've done a guid job, d'ye ken?. Lady Kyra will be pleased." He directs them to pick up one of the bodies of the creatures that attacked them for Father Zanthus to examine, and asks Shalelu to find out the names of the wounded guards, to make sure they receive extra pay.

"Och, lassie, we're here. I ken whatever's around here will have attacked already. Let's check it out, then we can hightail it out of here. Complete the mission, d'ye ken?"

After the skirmish, Flibble lands and looks at their attackers.

"Any idea what they were, lassie?" He asks Shalelu.

"Och, lassie, I reckon, that'll have to do. Be ready for anything, d'ye ken? We ken there's a wee beastie in yon fields, there may be other craturs aboot. I'll fly around ye, see if I can give ye fair warning, Shalelu, you lead point. Rest o' ye, stick together. Ye scatter and ye're deed."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 Not even close

"Well, lassie, d'ye reckon we can go round yon cornfield? I dinna fancy walkin' in there."

"Nay lass. There's nae sign o' yon farmers or thae wee beasties. Bit too quiet, d'ye ken? I reckon there'd be ha' been someone working yon fields, but there's nothin' but yon scarecrows. If it helps, I can mek ye invisible, an' ye can go scout it, but I cannae make ye all invisible."

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
perception, Sovola: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Seeing nothing untoward, Flibble decides to fly back to Shalelu and report.

Flibble shrugs

"Och, It'll be fun, though I bet ye're being suckered into a trap. Guess we'll find out, d'ye ken?"

Fishing his pipe out of his pocket as he goes, Flibble runs out and jumps onto his saddle, urging Sovola up and away, back to the Inn to find Shalelu.

"We heard the news, lass." Flibble opens when Sheriff Peguson stops. "Strikes me this invitation to yon manor could be a distraction. D'ye want me tae scout yon ghoulies? I should be able to see how much o' a threat they are, d'ye ken?"

Flibble takes the news stoically, takes a last puff on his pipe, then knocks out the old ash on his shoe.

"Well, Lass, Looks like they'll be needing us, d'ye ken" he murmers to Sovola. He climbs into the saddle and flies off to find Kyra.

Flibble flies home on Sovola, and after he has gone out on his nightly hunt, he sits out on his roost puffing away on his pipe and talking over the days strange events with Sovola before turning in for the night.

Hearing Picks comments to Kyra, Flibble pipes up, assuming he is close enough to hear

"and how do ye plan to do that, laddie, with the priests traipsing all over the asylum? Assuming they do not execute him on the spot, or arrest him, for necromancy. Och, I'd have him taken into protective custody. None but us need know about his necromantic habits fer now, d'ye ken. Just say he's assisting with oor enquiries, d'ye ken?"

"Och, What aboot yon prisoners? I say yon Necromancer should be kilt, along wi' the ghoul infected one (unless he can be cured).Habe I dinna care what ye decide, but the madmen need lookin' after."

"Och, Him who? I dinna ken"

"Aye, laddie - Foxglove Manor. I dinna ken whit it has to do with yon hinterlands, but I'm guessing tha's oor next port o' call. Who's comin?"

"Och, convicted from his ayn mooth. Let's stick him back in yon prison and question the next."

"is there nae wee beastie tha' can control them ghoulies? No' a necromancer?"

"Och, he said they're coming frae the hinterlands. Who'd ken aboot the hinterlands? I bet tha' Shalelu kens the spalpeens! and She's an elf, d'ye ken? and Hannah Valerin, she's an elf and a God-botherer; she'll be handy too, nae doubt."

"Och, and he did'na think tha authorities might wanna know about an impending ghoul invasion? Some people might call that treason."

For the second time that day, Flibble is flabbergasted...for a moment. With his mouth open, his pipe falls out into his hand, his eyes go wide, and he comments,
"Ah'm following tha' God"
"Och, tha's some God-botherin'"

Ooops! My bad!

"An uild man wi' a practicing necromancer in his basement. Do yuirself a favour, tell us everything."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 Great.
Initimidation: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Fliible grins and says,"Luck? Och, ask his holiness for a blessing if ye want luck - he's only gone and become a god-botherer!"