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Gilbere regards the tall Ulfen holy warrior of Torag, "Naw notta this time, something's got me o'bit perplexed." Looking down at his finely groomed beard smirking a little, "Besides, curlz not really somethin a dwarf be wantin in his beard." he finishes brightened by the thot, as if he seems to recall a funny story related to a dwarf who had that problem.
Priyya listens very carefully to all that Shalelu has said. So much of this seems to surround the Old Light. Priyya taps Gilbere with her foot to draw his attention and stop him from gawking at the Elf. "Gilbere, what do you know of the Thassolian deities and worship practices? Was ritual sacrifice part of their rites?" Gilbere attempts to remember any information of the Ancient Thassolian worship practices from history, stroking his finely braided beard contemplatively.
Gilbere grabs his cup protectively, to ensure it does not spill it's precious liquid inside. He eyes the half-elf like a Orc barbarian for a second, then happy nothing is spilt drinks his ale forgeting the whole matter. Popping another grilled skewer into his mouth he closes his eyes and dreams whatever prissy dwarf wizards dream of while listening to what the others have to say.
Putting down a skewer and gulping some ale, he gingerly wipes his mouth. Gilbere then regales and recounts his brilliant plan, (if he does say, oh so humbly) in epic story form, to charm on of the lil green bugger. How he used his considerable knowledge of the arcane fire powers to save all the other members of the group single handedly (sweeping his hand about, using prestidigitation for effect).
With a playful wink to his comrades, he continues on, with the good fortune of creature survived fighting against his fellows, how he blabbed on about a 'long-shanks' character which is a humanoid, possibly a human like us who ordered the attack on the town. Finally Gilbere caught in his own words, begins to digress on how dirty and smelly the little creatures are and their horrible eating habits, (shivering to himself), how uncivilized the little green blighters where...etc
"Priyya, bet yer a fine cache both on the battlefield, as a comrade, and in the hearth!"With amusement, Priyya marks how Gilbere's compliment (which she appreciates) is about her utilitarian skills. She waits until his mouth is stuffed with rice and meat before responding sweetly, "Oh, yes. I'm quite handy: good on the battlefield, good at the hearth... and we haven't even touched my skills in the bedchamber." Gilbere cheeks bursting with food, turns bright red, at the candor of the warrior priestess. Nearly choking on his dinner he sputters and guffaws. Eventually drinking some ale to compose himself.
Excited as if he had seen a beautiful naked female, Gilbere closes his eyes inhaling the differing aromas in turn savoring every experience with moans of ecstasy (food and ale being his greatest weakness). With a wide crazed smile of glee like a child at a holiday, Gilbere rubs his hands together expectedly awaiting a heaping plate of food he will dish up. "This looks and smells great Priyya, bet yer a fine cache both on the battlefield, as a comrade, and in the hearth!" Gilbere finishes making the old dwarven complement. Saying a fast prayer of thanks to Torag, Gilbere tries each dish but seems to favor the Samosas, Skewers and Grilled Tomatoes trying dollops of all four kinds of curries with almost a food connoisseur or alchemical excitement to try the varying dishes experiencing each savory spicy bite.
** spoiler omitted ** The Leaky Lizzard: Gilbere smiles at Kord, "nuttin wrong with me ears boyo, just listening in a bit" he finishes with a sly wink, turning to the bar he orders a fresh ale for Kord and himself he sits the tankards down and props his feat up pondering the information gathered thus far. He muses to Kord, "Barring any other news of more portent I might take me a stroll along the cliffs tamarra", gulping his ale.
The corroded Wyrm: Priyya hip-checks the dwarf away from her when it becomes clear that Ameiko is coming back into the kitchen. She waves a knife at him and says "Off with you! You can try the curry at dinner, not before, Master Gilbere." Gilbere nearly flies across the room when he is hip checked, your not certain if he does this on purpose for some effect. "Aye, fine pick on me in me weakened state, all this talking makes a dwarf hungry" he finishes with a sly wink. However he stays with in earshot of the two women concerned for the kind inn keeper. Looking to Kord he whispers, "Oy lad, frum what I overheard, her Dah takes walks by the cliffs or the old light? So where be these walks, hmm?" nudging the Varisian. "Perhaps we might find him or some answers about the town's attack there if he disappeared near there." he finishes picking up Kords cup and sipping his ale.
Manor: Gilbere obvious to Anneke's frustration, grips the boat sides tightly never have been on a boat before. His stomach retches as he can't decide what is worse, the boat or the tainted blooded orc rowing it.
Still trying to keep his breakfast down, Gibere is distracted by some dirt he has found on his robes unaware of the others suspicions. "Nice luukin home" He muses.
The Manor Group: Gilbere follows the group Anneke goes with as she and he have allot to talk about along the way and her devotion to Torag endears her to him.
Gilbere grumbles at spending any money but will do it. Although he is not afraid to walk it, as long as he does not get too dirty. In which case he will bemoan and use his prestidigitation spell. If the group passes near the "Old Light" Gilbere will be come increasingly interested making a rough sketch or notes of the place.
Noticing that Gilbere is following them, Anneke asks him, "Gill Beer learn anything about that thing?" Looking at Anneke with a smile, "Well it's of Thassilon design, but now tha I have really taken a good look, something else occurs to me. In me studies, I had read tha symbol like this was tied to the civilization's arcane-related idealogies. Beyond this assumption, I be not too sure but, there be rumors that the "Old Light" in this town may have some ties to the Dead Thassilon civilization and that symbol.", Shrugging, "if that's true we'll have to go see fer ourselves lass."
Gilbere's eyes bulging out from the capacity of items the warrior woman holds in her bosom, he shakes his head wondering 'how the eggs didn't crack in the fight', but quickly shakes the idea from his still shocked mind. With two fingers in a handkerchief, he pulls out, he looks at the artifact, trying not to touch the sweaty amulet with his bare hands, but deeply interested in the item.
After a draining a couple of tankards of ale Gibere seems to cheer up, "I like dis town, tis excitin" looking more solemn after regarding the large holy warrior or Torag, "Annarke, lets see that bit of history you got" referring to the ancient symbol of the Thassolian. Gilbere examines the object if Anneke ...
"Gill Beer," she asks, "did spell go away and gobo want revenge for killing friends? Someone charm Anneke still not sure I hurt real friends... not unless puppet. Hmm..." Over a drink or two Gilbere answers Anneke feeling a servant of Torag deserved an answer, "Tha lil green curr's nature was chaotic and vicious at best lass, tha enchantment soon wearin off, he would have turned on ye quicker than a viper", looking into this mug. "Gave the lil bugger a warriors death, quick, better than a hanging." he finishes getting up for another ale.
After Gilbere ends the little goblins life he sighs long, looking down at his former thralls corpse. Sense Motive DC 10:
Gilbere is sad that his spell did not last longer but is also relieved that the goblin was not able to hurt any more towns folk or his companions. Suddenly and furiously begins scrubbing a dirty spot on his robes as if he had a bee in them. In part due to that he noticed some real or imaginary grime or dirt on them. Gilbere becomes so distracted and flustered he walks away drawing upon his prestidigitation spell to clean himself for the third time. Bemoaning that the smell of dead goblins is still in his clothes. Leaving all questions as to the 'morality' of his decision behind, Gilbere heads for the nearest strong drink he can find at the Rusty Dragon.
Noticing and sharing Priyya's concern about the goblin he attempts to talk about it with her in a round about way. "These kinds of arcane enchantments be limited to the power of a caster." looking her in the eyes, he continues "I would estimate we have less tha half an hour before it wears off." conflicted now, "I am not certain what shoulda be dun". He finishes looking for her advice.
Patting his thrall soothingly he shrugs to the others not sure weather to kill the goblin and save the group the trouble later.
"Lemme see that vile Paehz, I might be able to tell ye what it'll do". Gilbere calls upon his minor magic to determine if the vile or any of the goblns equipment is actually magical Detect Magic
Gilbere says to his lil buddy, "They are gonna try and kill me." Motioning to the other goblins, "Dunna let that happen my friend, kill dem ferst." Moving up toward the Goblins on Anneke being careful not to get Anneke with his spell. Gilbere calls upon his arcane lore for to get as many goblin with his cone shaped spell. Damage: Due to my feats and traits spell does to each goblin to fails to save and half if they do save |
