"Kibbo...A dwarf and his ale... You not know? Leave him be or he get you."
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Kibbo and Jarrdreg cautiously enter the tavern looking about for something. They find it. It is you. They scurry to your table taking care not to be stepped on or trip a patron who does not look down as they walk. Jarrdreg says "Great mastuhs! Great mastuhs! It so good to see you. We have message from Great Liberator Lady Cirthana of Iomedae. She say to be in her study room after your breakfast in the morning. She have important news for you. She such a good mastuh. She make a minnow fountain and teach us how to make our own ale and then we do anything she say. She good, she is."
Kibbo covers Jarrdreg's mouth. Jarrdreg pushes Kibbo away and quickly says "Okay, Lady...Cut-em-up."
"Does Lady Touchy-Feely needs assisties with armor?"
Kibbo and Jarrdreg pick the valuables off the bugbears. They return to camp with 9 javelins, 3 morning stars, 3 leather armors, an axe, 3 light wooden shields and 4 days of trail rations. They offer the treasure to anyone who wants it. Cirthana takes 3 javelins. Kimi takes a light wooden shield. Edgrin takes 3 javelins.
"No Kibbo, he have absen seizies. What we do Kibbo?" They giggle all the while as they tie his boot laces together and then run back to the room with the others.
"Kibbo, look at Great Arrowstickie. He be like statue."
"Forgie spurned just outside that door, Grand Whipem-up."
"Jekkajak be shaman. He sacrifice the tiny pink skins for Merlokrep. Kerrdremak say sacrifice is Jekkajak ideas."
"Maybes, Grand Whipem-up. Meybes. Jarrdreg not know for sure. Jarrdreg know Kerrdremak very very unhappy with Merlokrep. Me listens for you." Draconic:
Growing trepidation over the slew of hardships faced after Merlokrep ascended the throne finally jarred the memory of the tribe’s elderly shaman, the ever absentminded Jekkajak, called by many “He Who Forgets More Than You or He Knows.” At a tribal dinner of stewed goatherd, Jekkajak suddenly lurched to his feet and babbled forth a dread prophecy long tucked in some cobwebbed corner of his crusty mind: “When the Doomed King sits the Throne, our great tribe merk-merks its last! To save our people, wash our troubles from the crown with the blood of pink-skin-spawn!” As the last word left his mouth accompanied by a dribble of stew, Jekkajak slumped face-first into his bowl and Merlokrep’s path became instantly clear. The only way to save his tribe from annihilation lay in the blood of the pink skins’ squishy children. In the dark of night, he sent forth his sneakiest to steal the pink-skinned babes from their strange fluffy beds. Before the kidnappers even reached the town, though, destiny intervened on their behalf." "He say he is so sad Kibbo and Jarrdreg no longer gets live minnows and ales everys day. He say Jekkajak no good either. He say Jakkajak cause the tiny pink skins to be sacrificed. He say Merlokrep be stupid."
They lead you east to a closed unlocked door. Jarrdreg say "Shhh...that be Kerrdremak. He no likes King Merlokrep. He speaksies to hes mens. You no speaks Kobold. I twanslate." Draconic:
"Even when a third of his subjects perished in a haphazard mining excavation to retrieve more “shiny good-good” for his demanding consort, Merlokrep remained undaunted. When the foul “creeping shadows” rose from the dark caves below and withered his finest warriors to skeletal husks, the Dragon King finally took the hint. He gathered his most sycophantic followers and, taking only what they could carry (mostly shiny good-good), they fled up and away from the spreading darkness. Exiled from their comfortable warren on the lower levels, the kobolds now live directly beneath Droskar’s Crucible. Merlokrep’s tribe continued to shrink with each passing week as accidents, attacks by their new monstrous neighbors, and the king’s own homicidal outbursts of rage over both, claimed more and more of his beloved people." "He say 'Me miss when Kibbo and Jarrdreg were my slaves. I enjoyed giving them live minnows throughout the day and a pint of ale in the evenings. Oh, those were the days. Then Merlokrep took them from me and uses them to find shiny shiny for his queen. Me no like Merlokrep.' "
"Forgie spunned thisis way. Jarrdreg and Kibbo show you"
Draconic: "Good plan Kibbo."
Draconic: "Kibbo ready to flee?"
Draconic: "You notice these tiny pinkskins smell funny Kibbo?"
" Grand Whipem-up, slaves always do whats they mastuhs says."
Jarrdreg see that Kibbo is having a hard time. He takes each vial and gives it to Great Arrowstickie. "Hes you go, mastah."
"Show them way, Kibbo." As Kibbo and Jarrdreg get close to the next room they run back to you "Fightings! Fightings!" pointing at the room to the north. They run past you.
"Grand Whipem-Up, we go that way. The tiny pink skins is way way away and down below." He points to the north.
Not to be outdone by Kibbo, Jarrdreg loads his sling.
The stone buzzes by Rhen and Reinar by a few inches but hits Glintaxe dealing 1HP nonlethal. The two congratulate each other on their battlefield successes and skill with the sling.
Kibbo swings the sling about his head taking aim at Glintaxe. "What you do Kibbo? Great Arrowstickie say he want to kill you. If you miss and hit him he will mudduh you."
"Grand Whipem-up, we just know to run when we sees him."
"Grand dwarfie-swordcut gonna die."
"No Grand Whipem-up, Jarrdreg speaks at Kibbo. All kobolds talk that way."
Draconic: "Kibbo, you so sure? What when the pink blood bags get killed? Then what we do?"
"Grand dwarfie-swordcut"
"Great Arrowstickie!"
"Great Animuh-Man!!!"
"Grand dwarfie-swordcut. Weeee!"
"Grand dwarfie-swordcut. Weeee! |