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Sorry, I made an error. The starting XP on my 2001 is 10 XP (I had overlooked a quest that I had run). Otherwise, the Chronicle looks good.
@ GM Tyranius - Thanks for stepping in and running an exciting finale! Very much appreciated! @ All - Thanks for a fun game. I look forward to sharing a table with each of you in the future. Player Name: Lysle
Upon spying the creature, Quecksworth moves forward, a song on is lips.
"Aft a night of long travel and toil,
The gnome then retrieves his sling.
"We must hurry along and stop the alchemist's monstrosity, no matter how exhausted we may be." notes Quecksworth.
"As for how best to stop it..." the gnome ponders aloud, "I suspect it is likely better to follow the creature's trail rather than head directly to town. If we could beat it to town, we could give a warning to the townsfolk and, perhaps, have a modicum of time for preparation." "However," concludes the Pathfinder, "I suspect the creature is likely to take the shortest route and, thus, would arrive before us if we were to trace our path to this place. Yet, if we follow it, we could perhaps stop it before it can do any harm in town, or at least slow it down." "I say we follow it, Masters." urges Quecksworth with an assertiveness and fervency that he has not before displayed. "And, if there be someway to get a warning to the townsfolk in advance, then all the better."
Quecksworth follows his fellow agents into the chamber, seeking some cover behind his allies.
He then sings: "Declaring victory, 'fore the deed is done
Quecksworth remained in place as he allowed the magic to take hold.
Quecksworth commences singing.
He then casts mirror image on himself.
"The gesture is appreciated, Master Lizzo." replies Quecksworth as he too takes up a position with the party.
"A giant bat, de-winged, 'tis a splendid thing
The gnome tries to consider how best to utilize a ghost sound spell, wondering whether the bat swarm is more likely to chase the sounds of food or flee the sound of a predator.
Sorry for the delay. Thanks for botting me.
"Oh. Oh, my. says Quecksworth as he spies the bats. "We should get going to someplace safe." declares the gnome as he heads for what he hopes is a safer area.
"Come, Masters." he urges before he then sings. "Flitter flap, the air is thick
Keeping a grip on his lute strings, Quecksworth follows behind the others.
"Well done, Masters." says Quecksworth when the creature falls. As Mandoo opens the door, the gnome follows close behind.
Quecksworth urges his comrades on with song, "Bow and blade, staff and shock,
The gnome then let's loose a rock toward the creature before taking up a more defensive position.
With the creature approaching and the others retreating, Quecksworth follows to a place of apparent, relative safety.
He plays his lute as he does so. "Crawling upward from the pit
The gnome then draws his sling.
Noting the activity, Quecksworth swallows hard. "Oh my! What is it, Masters?" The gnome rushes over to see what has provoked the others' attention.
Spying the creature, he considers it.
Quecksworth prepares his lute and plays. "Frightening horror?
Seeing the others tense up, Quecksworth waits with anticipation, ready to compose a song on the spot.
"Please, allow me, Master Mansoor." suggests Quecksworth as he prepared his tools to tend to the monk.
"Fight and strike, bite and burn.
Quecksworth sings before slinging a stone at the nearest foe.
"A fiery rat with breath of flame?
Quecksworth plays a song to rouse his fellows.
As he does so, he loads his sling and moves closer to the door.
"Monsters belch, acids spew
Quecksworth sings as he draws his sling and moves into position.
Quecksworth ones again strums his lute and follows the others.
"Fountain of tears, spring acts of hate.
"Of course, Master Tyrion." Quecksworth says. He casts detect magic and examines the statue and the room.
The gnome joins in the search of the room.
He hands the mistform elixir to Queck with a "Play music. Stay hidden." "Yes, of course, Master Mandoo." replies Quecksworth as he receives the elixir and stows it away. The gnome ponders for a moment, then asks aloud, "So, Masters. Have you any idea just who 'Mother' is or, more likely I suppose, was? Vilree's parent, I would think. But, more importantly, how one might go about avenging her?"
"All we had to do was take care of the master! For goodness sake gentlme... (sighs) men, it was only cooking. If raised right it could have been a do-gooder for the Society." "Ever since our caravan arrived here in Etran's Folly, I'm afraid that it has all been one long and bloody affair, Master Darr." laments Quecksworth as he finishes cleaning and then follows the others.
Quecksworth casts prestidigitation to tidy up the mess, hoping he has enough time
Quecksworth watches the others at "work", ready to play his instrument should the creature retaliate or summon its allies.
Following Mandoo's urging, Quecksworth attempts to quietly close the door.
He then attempts to discern just what this creature may be.
Quecksworth eagerly reads over the halfling's shoulders as the diary is reviewed, though he wishes the contents were more lyrical--perhaps a project for him to undertake when this is all through? The clang and commotion gets his attention and he quietly follows the others.
Quecksworth follows the others further into the room. He casts detect magic and joins in the search of the bookshelf.
When the others continue on, he does the same. With lute in hand, he slowly and quietly takes up a position between the two doors as the others make the decision of where to head.
Hearing the sounds of battle, Quecksworth moves toward the others, lute in hand.
"Fight on! Fight on!
[ooc]Inspire courage The gnome then retrieves his sling.
Turning to Quecksworth, "As always, your music was glorious, my friend." "You are far too kind, Master Tyrion," replies the humble gnome as he reaches for his healer's tools only to look up and see that the halfling is already tending to his own wounds. "Mandoo good for now. Maybe no time for more," he replies glancing up the ladder to indicate the source of his concern. "Mandoo make sure us safe for time being." "Be safe yourself, Master Mandoo." Quecksworth replies as he casts guidance on the monk.
Quecksworth climbs the steps again, singing as he goes.
"Up and down, down and up.
"Master Tyrion?" questions Quecksworth as he sees the halfling pierced with arrows. He is relieved when his ally gives up ground on the stairs.
"With step and parry, fight as we go.
Quecksworth rushes to the steps and begins to climb them.
He then begins to sing.
Quecksworth nods and follows behind the others with lute in hand.
"May I suggest the steps, Master Tyrion?" Quecksworth replies. "That way, as I can best tell, is free and gives us the benefit of the high ground."
"The orcs offer no more than cuts and scrapes.
He then casts forbidding ward on Darr.
After being rushed by a gaggle of orcs...I believe it's called a murder of orcs. :) I prefer using the contraction for more orcs, which (I presume) is m'orcs. Thus, "After being rushed by gaggle of orcs..." would become: "After being rushed by m'orcs..."
"When one orc falls, in rush more.
Quecksworth strums a song as he seeks a protective spot behind Darr.
Mandoo says to Quecksworth, "That is bad place for Quecksworth. Better if you with Darr outside," and indicates the entrance from the yard. "Better go now," he adds in case there is still some doubt about what he means. "My apologies, Master Mandoo. I--" Quecksworth stumbles with his words, but upon seeing the look in the monk's eye, he relents. "I will, of course, go at once." The gnome deferentially exits the structure and casts sanctuary upon himself.
Seeing that things have not quite gone as planned, Quecksworth begins to sing. "Orc surrounded, one in number.
Unsure if the orc still lives, Quecksworth draws his dagger and enters the room.
"Ready, Master Mandoo." Quecksworth whispers.
Once the two charred orcs cease moving, Quecksworth ceases his singing. Place a firm hand over the strings of his lute, to keep them from vibrating, he cautiously follows the others toward the structure. When Mandoo pulls back the strap, Quecksworth maneuvers into position to get a good look within from behind the monk. "It seems that the business outside was so swift and soft, that it did not cause this one to stir." remarks the gnome before he casts detect magic.
"So, the cliff was climbed.
If Quecksworth is at the clifftop with party:
Then he draws his sling and strides next to Darr. If Quecksworth still not at clifftop:
"Many thanks, Master Lizzo, Master Tyrion. Many thanks, indeed." Quecksworth says appreciatively. "Many thanks, Master Lizzo, Master Tyrion. Many thanks, indeed." "Oh, Master Darr!" cries the gnome upon seeing that the half-orc is still bleeding. The gnome rushes to the scene. "Please, allow me."
Quecksworth grabs his healer's tools and attempts to staunch the bleeding.
"My movement is limited, so I must head West. But you might be better off if you move to Lizzo. It's safer there, and he has potions for you. Good luck, my friend." With that, Tyrion pats the gnome on the shoulder and moves into the western alcove. "I am reluctant to leave your side, Master Tyrion." Quecksworth replies, turning an eye toward the looming ooze. "But, I shall do my best not to disappoint you." He then makes a break towards the reptilian Pathfinder.
Upon reaching Lizzo, he says as places one hand upon the Pathfinder while holding attempting to staunch his bleeding with the other. "Please, Master Lizzo, allow me to help you." he says as he attempts to raise his voice in song. "Time in this world is short.
"Of course, Master Tyrion." Quecksworth responds as he follows the halfling. Gathering some of the remains of his strength, the gnome draws his own set of healing tools from his bandolier and attempts to staunch the bleeding.
"It would seem that I am better leaving such matters to you, Master Tyrion." Quecksworth sighs as he punctures a vein.
"Please Quecksworth, follow me if you're able. I'll try again over here." "As you wish, Master Tyrion."" Quecksworth replies weakly as he follows the halfling and gets into, what he hopes, is a more defensible position.
"Though sputtering, bleeding.
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