Gelik Aberwhinge - NPC's page

"Master Gelik, a pleasure"

Gelik looks over the newcomers with a wry smile. "Under other circumstances perhaps, unless you brought the Chelish Royal Navy with you."

He looks less than interested.

Harbek has already buried the bodies down the beach, FYI

"Any sign of the Captain or the crew?" asks Gelik eagerly. "Are we sailing from here soon?"

When Celine returns from the jungle, but before the others are back from the shipwreck, Gelik, now hot and sweaty, sidles up to her and speaks softly, and perhaps seriously for the first time.

"Did I tell you I was a member of the Pathfinder Society, priestess? That may be a bit of an overstatement. You see, I am currently 'on probation'...whatever that means. Perhaps, you can help me clear my name with that organization? You see, a Pathfinder ship, the Nightvoice is said to have shipwrecked here on Smuggler's Shiv. IF we can find that wreck, and see what there is to salvage, it might help my standing with the Decimvirate? What say you, help a little fellow out?"

While he awaits your reply he wiggles his fingers, and the soiled and sweaty clothes he wears, magically cleanse themselves, and look almost new again.

"Ah, much better! Care for a shot?" he asks eyeing your stained and torn clothes with dismay.

Celine pays just the right kind of attention to the gnome Gelik, who has so far, been indifferent at best. As she suggests he help her, and sweet talks the little fellow, he rises from the sand, drawing out his blade.

"I'm not really the burly strong type, milady. But I suppose, if the fronds are low enough, I can cut some down for you -- so long as the trees don't fight back, that is."

He moves over and starts working to clear some of the fronds, that could be useful for a shelter at some point.

"Really, priestess, I am much more useful as an entertainer or a medic than a hunter or gatherer. I do think shelter is a wise idea, tropical bugs carry diseases, and we don't need anyone getting sick. Perhaps a fire would be smart also."

You successfully moved Gelik from indifferent to friendly, as a reward you earned 25 xp per player. That gives you 226 xp/2000 or about 11% to level 2, plus it gives a friendly ally.

"Wow!" says Gelik the gnome. "That is how crazy goes off and gets eaten by savage beasts or something....Good riddance."

During the discussion about Celine staying behidn with the surly lot of NPC's Gelik chimes in: "By all means, leave the tall pretty one here and you boys go off and play ship's captain or whatever with the wreckage. I promise to take such good care of this one while you are gone...."

He cracks himself up and laughs a high pitch laugh that sounds terribly like the braying of a donkey.

Gelik looks around at the others. "So you are asking do we want to traipse around the dangerous jungles looking for cannibals, carnivorous monsters, or who knows what, or just hang here and wait for survivors to return? I think you know where I am leaning..."

"We need to collaborate to survive. Gelik, even if you know nothing about constructing a shelter you can help moving stuff.

If you want to eat now you can gather some wood to cook the food.
Sasha, look the rocks, see if there is some edible
mollusc.

Gelik looks askance at Mikail. "Really, manual labor? Who do you think you are talking to? I mean, perhaps Ishirou or Jask will gather wood for a fire, but me...? I can entertain, if you like."

"Stop me if you heard this one...A travelling bard looking to ply his trade walks up to a inn named "The Dragon and the Knight". He approaches the bar seeking the innkeeper, but before he could open his mouth, the shrewish innkeeper's wife snaps "What do you want here, you tramp?" The bard eyes her for a moment and glances at the inn's sign. "Is the knight in?"

The quirky gnome laughs hard at his own joke, clutching his sides and tears streaming down his face.

As the shelter starts to take shape, and the relentless sun beats down on you, the complaining from the castaways starts to take shape.

"What is there to eat? I'm hungry."

"Yeah," snaps the gnome, " I am sure those chains are only there for fashion's sake. I imagine they will be all the rage in Eleder next season...Right, friend. 'Take of my chains, and I'll earn my keep...'.. You think we were born yesterday, pal?"

The gnome looks askance at the industrious Mikhail who is building the shelter. When asked to assist he quips:

"I am happy to live in the shelter, but I don't know a thing about building...If we were in Absalom, I'd be much more in my element, friend. If you need anything, I'll be right over here, taking a nap.

"Well, Calistran or not, I am sure you'd like to spend some time sitting on my lap and telling me all your troubles. Or perhaps I would sit on yours?" laughs the off-color gnome.

Heeding Smythe's advice to wake the prisoner last, Felix moves up to the still form of the gnome and gives him a gentle prodding. After a bit of stirring the little fellows eyes pop open. "Say you're a big fellow aren't you?" he says to Felix who is standing over him. "I didn't know the ship came with turn-down service. Careful, you're big enough to turn-down the whole bed. Now, let me...Wait! Where are we? This isn't the ship, and it sure isn't Eleder either." He leaps to his feet brushing sand of his fine silken shirt and fancy stylish trousers.

"Let me guess, it's all a phantasm of my imagination, right? Pinch me, my orkish friend. Wait on second thought, let's let the tall dark beauty do the pinching. Hello miss!" he calls to Celine batting his eyes at her in an overly dramatic way. "I don't suppose you'd be up for pinching or slapping me around a bit, eh? Not a Calistrian, I gather?"

The gnomes sharp eyes are first to spot your return. "Did you find anything," he calls oblivous to the big loads you are carrying. "More importantly, did you find a way off this gods-forsaken island?"

"Wow!" says the gnome Gelik with a twinkle. "Friendly....Can you say paranoid? I thought you could." He twirls his finger beside his ear in the universal sign of someone touched in the head and laughs merrily.

"I'm more of a lover than fighter," says the gnome with a grin. "But I shall do my best to protect this beach and its unfortunate inhabitants. They are all under my protection now, sir!" He snaps off a smart salute, and goes to the loot pile to retrieve his own combat gear: a small buckler, longsword, and bow with a quiver full of arrows

"Don't look at me," says Gelik, holding his hands out defensively. "Even at low-tide, the water is over my head. And I'm not a big strong galoot like that dwarf there. I would only get in the way, and I think I've drank enough seawater for one day, thank you."

The gnome looks down at his stained fingers and grins. "My good dwarf, if you don't have ink stains on your fingers, no one will take your writing seriously -- and they'd be right not to! I wear this as a badge of honor, not something to be cleaned off!"

"Shipwrecked, eh? Reminds of a story I know..." and he goes on to regale you with a long, complicated and mostly boring story of a group of sailors shipwrecked on an island and then rescued by mermaids or something. As the story rambles on, with no end in sight, the gnome is interrupted...

The small gnome is harder to wake up than the rest. After a bit of shaking, he finally stirs. "Ok, ok, no need to rearrange my insides. I am just a little fellow after all," says the gnome opening his eyes and looking around. "Are we there yet? I don't feel that heavenly rocking sensation of almost being seasick." Taking in the surroundings he says, crossing his arms, "I say, this does not look like Eleder to me. I do so want my money back..."

Well-dressed and vain to a fault the little gnome gentleman looks himself over, and with a flourish, casts Prestidigitation on himself, ironing out the wrinkles, and removing the sand and water spots from his silk outfit. "Better!" he says with a grin. "If you can't take the time to dress properly and look right, no one will take what you have to say seriously -- and they'd be right not to."

He stands and stretches, looking around. "Isn't that the Jenivere?" he asks pointing at the wreckage on the rocks some distance away. "She looks quite the sight. Are we the only survivors?"