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Gizmo tries to step through the wall.
Gizmo can't believe his eyes. "Spears don't just come out of the wall like that!"
”Should we knock?” Gizmo stands ready to follow in, not really expecting an answer.
”Kinda expect to run into someone soon, right?” Gizmo looks for any traps or alarms.
"What does 'tomorrow's humanity' mean?"
"Yikes!" Gizmoa backs up a step and tosses another bomb at the very close pile of metal marbles. He is careful not to splash it back on himself or any others nearby.
Assuming the bomb looks to be working, Gizmo gladly mixes some reagents and tosses another, careful to avoid splashing his friends.
Gizmo tosses a bomb at the golem. He takes care to avoid splashing it on his friends.
”That is fabulous! Except that it probably wants to kill us now. But really neat!”
”Man, I signed up for some adventure, but mind-controlling fish that have the power to bring down the heavens?!? How can we be up for this? But who else is there? Fine, ok... I’m in. But I would feel better if we could find a way to combat mind control.”
Gizmo might be interested in joining. Meanwhile, he is now level 4, added +1 to Int which upped his splash damage and skills.
"Very well. And thanks for this gift." Gizmo is leery about letting such creatures go free, but his is also not interested in keeping them here. Plus, an underwater hideout could prove handy later, perhaps. "So, shall we go check out this 'observatory'?"
"And how many of these slaves have you provided?" Gizmo has a clear sound of disgust in his voice.
If Gizmo can bomb one or more skum without damaging anyone else, he will.
Gizmo doesn't quite understand the relationship between these skum and the grindylow, but figures this is a mystery that can be solved after most of them are knocked out.
"We didn't expect to find your spies trying to hide among us."
Getting ready for bed, Gizmo downs one of the CLW extracts he had for the day. Feeling much better, he hands the other to Derathil. "Drink this... you'll feel better in the morning."
"Eww. Well, let's wrap them tight and drag them with a rope. I don't want to get caught in a fight underwater while wrestling with a body..." Preparing extracts for the day, Gizmo works quietly until the rest of the group is ready to go.
"And then some rest. Perhaps tomorrow morning, we talk to the watery tart again and see what was up with these impostors."
"Well, while we're here... a drink?" Gizmo could use a few drinks, but also thinks it is worth a tour around the tavern talking with the sailors to see who could remember what about the three impostors.
"Neat trick. What are you?"
Using his bombchucker, Gizmo lobs another bomb at the far one.
If miss: Should be directly behind him, so 6 splash damage
"Keep one alive... I have questons." Gizmo mixes up a concoction from his belt and tosses it at the back man.
If that missed (which is likely), it lands at the feet of the man to the left, giving each of them (and Diomedes and Bastien) splash damage of 6.
Gizmo waits for them to get onto the deck, then approaches them. "Having fun tonight, boys? Any of that drink left?"
Gizmo doesn't understand the language, but is a bit surprised that they don't speak aquan. Gizmo whispers back. "What are these shellcrackers? This appears to be their home. Not sure us just telling them to move out is going to get very far."
"Why did you take sailors? Surely they were not intruding on your area down here."
Gizmo heads to where Diomedes points, looking for dry land.
Watching Deranthil, Gizmo muses I gotta get one of those crossbows.
Gizmo shouts underwater, freaked out by the seemingly alien nature of this thing. Grappled, he tries stabbing at the thing.
Gizmo holds his dagger menacingly, but also doesn't really have much else to use underwater. He approaches the closest cautiously, and attacks.
Aquan:
"So, talking could be a better first option, no?"
Gismo grabs his dagger in case one gets close, but he clearly isn't prepared to battle underwater. Aquan: "We would rather not harm you!"
Gizmo drinks a monkey fish extract before entering the water, and has his crossbow wrapped.
I am afraid this week just got away from me with so much to do as I will be travelling until March 25. I don't plan to have much time or access during, so please feel free to bot Gizmo as you see fit. Once I am back, life should balance much more than it has been.
"Thanks... that thing hits like a ton of bricks." Gizmo picks himself up, and then retrieves hit crossbow.
If allowed a shot at the boar emerging:
Gizmo just stands ready, waiting to see if the creature escapes the net. If it does, he fires his crossbow.
Gizmo prepares his heavy crossbow and had a bomb standing by. "If the female has young ones, she will be very fierce. So let's make this quick."
As Gizmo watches pull up her pants , he jumps back and quickly mixes a few vials together and throws it at the plant thing.
"Not sure even I could miss hitting a target that big. You know, when I was a kid, I learned to use a trident... any of those available?"
"I'm gonna prepare a couple pick-me-ups too, just in case."
"I have never hunted dire boars before, are they big? Crossbow should work, though, right? But hunting for herbs to make potions, that's right in my wheelhouse!" Gizmo takes the offered potions and checks them out. "What have you got for us here?"
Then he takes the papers, looks them over, and hands them to the next person. "Bettre keep a guard watching the sides while we are gone."
"So, let's take all this back with us, shall we?" Gizmo is particularly interested in the poison bombs and the fireworks. "Now what?"
Gizmo steps back, not wanting to volunteer for lead position.
Gizmo checks out his wound, and then mixes a few ingredients and drinks it down.
"Well, I must say, I have never seen such critters before. They were certainly not friendly. Is everyone ok?"
As the thing appears even slightly, Gizmo takes the shot.
"It's on the run!" Gizmo aims hi crossbow at the darkness, and waits to follow the others in.
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