Yea, this is a pretty bad time of year for a lot of folks. Mellikim is 89635-1501. Thanks for running!
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Mellikim presses the attack against the zombie, hoping to bring it down as easily as LifengBOT brought down the other.
Mellikim gasps. "That must be him! The Rose Street Killer! Keep him busy, I'll take care of this one!" Drawing his rapier, the gnome bravely charges toward one of the zombies.
Mellikim moves to cut off the skeleton's escape, hoping his allies will help box it in.
Mellikim whips out his rapier, then hesitates for a brief second. A razor?
Mellikim, seeing just in time the sticky mud, hops out of harm's way; his half-orc companion isn't so lucky. "Hold on, we'll help you!"
Try as he might, however, the little gnome has neither the strength nor the leverage to make any difference.
Mellikim keeps an eye out for traps or dangers.
"Well this is certainly where the place used to be," Mellikim says, picking up the remains of the tavern sign.
Nimble as a monkey, the gnome easily climbs down to the bottom.
"We don't know who it was," Mellikim adds quickly, "but we have this." He holds up the hair sample from the club. "It was on the weapon, and it isn't Justerian's. Perhaps there's a spell out there that can identify it?"
Mellikim keeps trying to convince the bats to leave the group alone, with no better success than he had the last time.
Mellikim moves closer to the ooze, stabbing with his rapier.
"Ow! Ow, stop it! Cheet-chit cheet!" Mellikim tries convincing the bats to leave him alone as he draws his weapon, wary of the ooze.
"Why would anyone want to live here? The building doesn't want us here."
Gingerly, he tries to make it the rest of the way.
"Wow. I don't think I can do that, but I bet I can make it through."
"I see. Not good, not good at all. Can you tell me what he looks like? And where he lives?"
"Let's see, ummm... Rhee! Tsk-tsk Rhee! Tsk." If they have a burrow speed:
"Please get out, she'll hurt you!" "My Rattish might be rusty-- I haven't talked to any in a long time."
"Much appreciated, venture captain! I think you're right, but let's hope we don't have to use this." * * * * *
The gnome quickly closes the gap between himself and the remaining barber, stabbing out with his rapier.
Now badly wounded, Mellikim draws his rapier and darts between the barbers hoping to make short work of them.
It's hard to say whether the barber took their meaning or not. These kinds of intrigues make the gnome miss living in the wild; life may be harder there, but it sure is simpler.
Mellikim wanders about asking questions, but isn't able to turn up anything beyond what his allies learn for themselves. Fortunately, it's enough to give them a starting place. "The Docks it is!"
The gnome grins. "Happy to help!"
Mellikim jumps over the sewage and makes his way toward the kobolds, drawing his slender sword.
Knowing that the group is closing in on the enemy kobolds, Mellikim moved to the wall and makes sure to tread lightly.
Mellikim will be Searching.
"Oh, don't worry, my little friend," Mellikim assures TukTuk, while also standing up as straight as he can to try and seem the taller of the two. "I imagine it's just the name they gave themselves. They're probably just normal kobolds, and," he adds with a praising glance at Dragonspeaker Engashez, "not nearly as competent as the Sewer Dragons."
A slight gnome dressed in leather armor stands with the others, his movements showing an easy grace. He carries multiple weapons, most notably a rapier at his belt and a crossbow on his back. He loops his thumbs into his waistband. "Much as I don't like the idea of going to the sewers," he squeaks, "I'm with those two. Having more eyes and ears on our side can make a crucial difference."
Change of plans! Mellikim was once a druid, empowered by the magic of the forest. Then he found himself in Absalom, where his primal power was something of an oddity. His small size made him an adept sneak, and he became known as the Wild Shadow. As he stayed in the city his connection to the magic of the forest faded, but a part of him still belongs to the wild. Mellikim is a rogue, with a few druid-like tricks. |