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Watching his footing, Peteppo steps gingerly up to the edge of the pit and jabs his torch at the darkness to no avail. "Is everyone alright down there?" the gnome asks, his voice quavering. Janiven was the only member of their group who seemed to know her way around this maze of horrible tunnels - if she was gone, how would they ever find their way back to the surface? Would he ever see the sun again?
= success
"I think we might have made them angry...." Peteppo observes, perhaps unnecessarily as the ooze horde bears down on the party.
= failure
"Er.... Hello, little jelly monsters!" Peteppo greets his audience with a forced smile, You're looking very...er, thick and viscid today. We were hoping that you might see your way clear to letting us pass. We mean you no harm!" The gnome glances across at Rurisk, flailing at the critters still tenaciously clinging to his neck and shoulders. "Well... I don't anyway. I don't speak for him." Initiative: /
Logic: [failure] "Maybe you shouldn't be poking them like that..." Peteppo suggests, cringing as Elane prods one of the jelly-like creatures with a gloved hand, "You don't want to make them mad."
As the group moves through the sewers, Peteppo intermittently pauses to casts Illusion across the path they have taken, making passages appear as dead ends to the untrained eye and hopefully preventing the Hellknights from catching up to the group anytime soon. Spellcasting: [success]
Peteppo takes the offered cloth and knots it over his mouth and nose. The gnome has a delicate stomach at the best of times and is not looking forward to a journey through the dark/reeking tunnels below the city streets.
Spellcasting roll: Success! :D
"Is that not a little unethical?" Peteppo asks uncertainly, turning his watery gaze from the scarred woman who had just spoken back to Janiven, "I don't think we want to control the people, just liberate them from the oppressive yoke of our despotic government. Isn't that right?" He addresses this question to a wooden figure he has spent the last half hour carving. The puppet nods back enthusiastically and the gnome smiles. Although crude and unpainted, its likeness to Janiven is clear. Peteppo has a good memory for faces and in time, will have created puppets in the likeness of each member of this secretive gathering. Peteppo always had trouble making friends in the conventional sense, so he makes them himself, out of wood - and talks to them as though they were real people. It's a bit creepy, but he doesn't see it like that. Neither did his mentor, the great gnome puppet master Cosmo Allegretti. But then Cosmo put on a show that someone deemed to be of a rebellious nature and the wise old fellow was dragged off by the Hellknights, never to be seen again. Peteppo sighed. He had hoped that by attending this council, he might find some way of locating his old mentor and rescuing him from the Hellknights. That was not looking too likely at the moment.
I am also interested! I will stat up 'Lady' Rowan[a] de' Ruffeau, cross-dressing nobleman, exiled to the Stolen Lands before he brings any further dishonor upon his family (human fighter). |
