Now I am kind of rooting for the gnome bard duo.
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I'm convinced. We are completely different gnomes, why not try to get two gnome bards in the same group. Why, in my day you could have a whole party of bards... we called that a troupe. Going from town to town, putting on burlesque shows, those were the days. Jerehmiah is the name, Sept folks just call me the old man. What, the beard... don't pay no mind to that. I ain't bleached yet. Got too much of the world to see yet. Where am I from you ask, well I am from parts unknown.... unknown I said, meaning I ain't answering that. Oh, you want to know what I do? Well let me tell ya, I do a little of this, a bit of that, and I knows things. Knows. No not nose, knows. Been round and about from Mwangi to Minka I seen it all.... it's a far way.... no, like a very far way... just trust me, it is. Feh, I don't know why I bother, just show me the map and I can get you where you're going... Taldor? Yeah, I know how to get there, just give me a lift on that wagon and we can go when you are ready.
As funny as you being Costello to my Abbot would be...
One gnome bard, Still trying to get equipment together, but I wanted to get something in.
Jeremiah cocks his head and looks at the proffered hand for a second before reaching out to shake it. "Oh dear girl, your Taldan is not the best. No worries though, we will teach you proper diction given enough time." The tiny gnome pulls a small amount of short bread from his pocket and offers it to the strange elf. "Here you go. Stuff you can look at and eat at the same time."
The small gnome comes down from his perch and hooks his thumbs into the straps of his dungarees, rocking back on his heels he smiles up at the elven lass. "Roight, aint you a bit out a depths. Can't place your dialect, but anyone that wanders can't be all bad. Names Jeremiah, what brings you round these parts Miss Sunny?"
Jeremiah has taken up the relaxed position on a small stone wall along the road, chewing on a piece of sweet grass and watching the clouds roll by. "Right then, I'll bite. What ya doing on your lonesome little island lady? And this far from any aqueous local to boot?"
Fairy Tale Role: The Wise Fool Background: Jeremiah wandered down the road, joyously categorizing the butterflies as he bounced along. An overly large one came fluttering down to alight upon his hand and forced him to stop mid road, the best place for such a tiny man to stand it would seem. As he stood there the breeze rustled the leaves and the day continued to go as calm and serene as any rural day may go... save for the single noble rider who did pull up short at the sight of such a strange being. "Old man. Why stand you in my road so and block my way?" The noble man yelled down at young Schultz. Jeremiah craned his head to see the man atop his horse, confused at what might be happening. "Your road? Why I did not recognize you Lady Desna, what can I do for you now? I have not finished with the last task you gave me, if you want me to finish it you may want to leave me to just the one at a time." Taken aback, the nobleman stared down at young Jeremiah. "Are you daft old man, I am Swod Lord Corentin Aldori, and you are on my estates. What are you doing here?" Jeremiah smiled and shook his hand letting the butterfly flutter off. "Well you should avoid impersonating a deity, might find yourself in trouble some day for that." And with that Jeremiah made as if to continue on his way. Confused, and a bit annoyed, the noble lord pulled his blade as he dismounted. "Give me one good reason I should not slay you right here and now?" "Oh, you shouldn't do that young man. I would not like what I would have to do if you struck me. It would be most inconvenient. Just allow me back to my work and we will have no trouble this day." Jeremiah placed his finger on the man's blade and beamed a smile up at him. Another butterfly didst land that moment upon the noble's blade. The noble's nerve finally broke. Convinced something was up, and worried that he might be cursed by some vengeful deity, he stood aside and allowed the gnome to wander past. For his part, Jeremiah did cheerfully continue along as if nothing had happened. Once the noble was out of sight..."Good thing he did not strike me, I would not have enjoyed having to bleed to death this day." Appearance: Jeremiah was old even when he was young, and he has been that way ever since. Born the spitting image of leathery old farmer if shrunk to a gnomish size and given the features of a squirrel, at first look he would be assumed to be just another caretaker of the fields, most know not the scholarly mind that hides beneath the bumpkin exterior. Personality: Jeremiah is a knowledgeable sort having been around long enough to build up the basics of many a profession. He flits from this to that, whatever keeps a meal in his belly and a roof over his head while he collects bits of knowledge here and there. He dislikes those who are full of themselves, to big for their over large britches. Jeremiah delights in bringing the arrogant low with a well timed quip or caper, rubbing the wealthiest noses in their own stink. Goals: Jeremiah wants to collect more knowledge, be it linguistic or lore he will gain all he can. He also seeks a new home to live his life as his hijinks have worn out his welcome where he is now. The three NPCS:
Crunchy bits in profile. Working on background and equipment.
You knew what this was.: 1st Kat, 2nd Gorrum, 3rd Natalie, 4th Karlia
Two cents, I'm really liking the Goruum that has been placed in for consideration. As to the rest, the only other one I am liking so far is Natalie. She would have made a good match for the old grumpy Felix.
Completely forgot which alias I put here, guess that comes with the using a little used one. I will have initial impressions and concerns up tonight. I swear I mean it this time.
Dot, I will get my kobold behind in gear after work and check on all this.
If he is going to blow the lab I am going to try and wake the bound scientist. I need to find out if there are others in this lab complex. I can not let innocents die.
"Dinosaurs, they are making dinosaurs... and this one seems to be waking."
Jerehmiah is taken aback by what he sees. "What fresh Shiqquwts is this, they go against the will of God and remake a creature he saw fit to remove from this land. Terrible lizards men. This bodes ill for us. Mark me and my word." A look of sheer terror crosses the man's face, mixed with disgust and anger at this affront to the Lord's will. "These things could become responsible for much hardship."
DM EYES ONLY:
Jerehmiah prime is keeping a weary eye out for security or people entering the building, all stakeout style. "Allow me" Jerehmiah wipes away as much of the frost as he needs to view the inside.
It happens. Children are good at incapacitating adults.
The old man follows behind jet.
Jerehmiah will take the pistol and pocket it just in case. He will wait on the scientist to answerjet and Oscar.
Jerehmiah will move to assist in this fight coming from behind to nonlethal the back of this guys head.
GM: Removing the two pp per turn now that I am actually in combat.
Move to k12 and peek around the corner.
Spoiler: That is bloody well annoying.
In a heavily accented voice, loud and with some desperation in his voice. "Ach, nein. I just want mein grandson back. Give him back to me, he is ein Kind. Ein Kind. Why would you take a little boy."[b] Spoiler:
[Dice=Bluff]1d20[dice] Jerehmiah puts his hands up slowly trying to put the man at ease while distracting him from his compatriots. Jerehmiah crumples to the floor resting hard on his knee, arms and shoulders slump in a look of defeat. Voice quivering with sadness.[B]"He is just a boy. Why are you stealing children."
Spoiler:
Double move at half speed up 1 over 5.
Jerehmiah has taken the time to take a razor to his beard and thrown on a ski mask to hide his identity. Stepping out with the others he takes up a secondary position behind Leon. Spoiler: Unbeknownst to our dear readers, Primary Jerhmiah will stay in the vehicle and play look out. I am sure he can start the vehicle before jumping over to the passenger side if this goes all pear shaped. PP payed for this hour. Will start hemorrhaging the stuff as soon as we hit combat.
"Ahh yes, forgive me I forget we have lost the very mysterious and oft times esoteric techniques needed to formulate a mask and cowl..... Oh wait what is this, could our young friend Jet have mastered such an unknown power?" Jerehmiah chuckles as he jests with Oscar.
"My dear friends, this is where I come in I do believe. I happen to be impervious to the one thing that neither of you are, getting caught. You can talk me through the building and any computers and if a random person catches me I can just dissolve. A win win yes no?
Jerehmiah turns to Oscar. "Up to you sir, how do you want to run this?"
"This is about as loose as I get, any looser and I evaporate." The old man has all the look of seriousness on his face.
"Unfortunately not my friend, if I knew something I would have already said something. So the streets are the plan yes?" Jerehmiah smiles at the younger man.
Jerehmiah waits patiently for the call to end.
Jerehmiah smiles at Leon briefly and chuckles."When you get to be my age, your face tends to make looks all on its own. Never quite sure what it is doing but trust me when I say it ist the maven on the odd looking. But I hold us up with these looks and such, lead the way my friend." Jerehmiah makes a long sweeping motion towards the sewer."Far be it for me to give looks to a man who lives his life in a sewer retreat yes no.
Jerehmiah gives Leon a long weary look."Where to my friend?"
"Ready as I will ever be. Interesting home you have here. A lot of interesting toys." Jerehmiah takes a final look around before sighing and heading out with Leon."You know you have gotten too old when you can't recognize most of what is in another man's house." As Jerehmiah leaves the small apartment sized home he takes a slow look around. Old habits that had served him well, now done without even noticing he was still doing it.
Glad to have you back sir
Jerehmiah will take jet aside, trying to find a place where they can speak freely."Well my friend; I do not know how long this will take, but would you like to try and canvas what we can from other sources?"
The temporally misplaced man stares dumbfounded at the young lady. Oy gevalt, wa ist dies Fraulein tragen? He looks as if he wishes to say something, but propriety holds his tongue back. Lost in a world that is no longer his, Jerehmiah has no choice but to stoically accept the differences and try to politely ignore the outlandish appearance of this you Lady.
"I would be more than happy to come with my boy. Give me a chance to see technology in action."
The Old Man smirks at the thought of how much things had changed since his time.
[B]"Oh I am sure that would do just fine. If you gentlemen do not mind doing all of the computer work. I am still getting used to them. Wonderful machines yes."[b]
"Well my friends, it would seem we have a lizard man thing straight out of the penny dreadfuls. This seems to be a case right up our alley." Jerehmiah will continue to aid where he canwith the investigation.
Jeremiah will allow the other two to play good cop bad cop while he plays the lesser known role of quietly waiting for information cop.
"Not a problem." Jerehmiah will reach in to the bag and grab ties to cuff the lad."Maybe I should start carrying a set of these on myself as well."
My apologies, for some reason I thought we were waiting on the cops to bust in or something.
Jerehmiah will let the other double drop so as not to let the kid notice anything is amiss."Jet, can you not see this poor child is scared out of his wits. Whatever he saw must have been too much for the poor boy."
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