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"I dare say I think we've seen some machines that would fit your description!" Zot would explain excitedly. He would notice his excitement and the woman's reservation of our lot, and realizing this he'd try to calm down and add, "Given the urgency and your timely help, I'd like to match the donation of my friend here. If you have any other information that would help us in resolving what could be a dire situation, we would welcome it. Thank you greatly!"
Zot follows along with Chalmers, knowing that sometimes in the pursuit of living the life of a Pathfinder one can get in over their head. He ponders a moment after the rite has been finished before turning towards Nigel. "It would seem we are on stricter time than we anticipated. Chalmers here discovered something about someone coming soon, someone our poor Anumet may have stumbled into and summoned? Are you familiar with who or what it could be?"
Zot finds his way into the room, unsure of what had just happened as he attempted to bring in the rear. Seeing their fellow pathfinder upon the floor he quickly runs over, a mournful look upon their face. "Poor lad, stripped of his dignity as well. I'll drink in your honor when all of this is done." Zot would then regard the room around him, soaking in everything. "Odd choice of decoration, heh?"
Zot followed in behind Chalmers as best he could, his shield strapped across his back and his heavy mace and drink stein clanking as he went along with him. Once up and on his footing, he took a quick glance around and did his best to assist the others up. "Well... it is clear this place has seen better days. Needs some good love and affection, make it as good as new." Zot mused quietly.
"Their change is a bit of a strange lot alright. Your words are wise and worth pursuing. After we right this wrong we can celebrate with a good hearty meal and rounds for all." Zot would start before turning to the others. "What say you all, start from the top and head out way down? Nigel's plight concerns us all no doubt. Best get started quickly if we are to see what happened with our troubled pathfinder. And anyone else know of this book? I know my way around recipe books, wizardry on the other hand..." he would trail off with a shrug.
Zot regards Nigel with a bit of curiosity and hopes to soften some of the concern. He attempts to take a quick read on the individual before leading in to great them. [dice=Sense Motive(U)]1d20+3 "Well, if one Pathfinder won't do the trick I assure you the lot of us can! And luckily for you, I can pair a good drink with a fine meal. You are in good hands, certainly!" the Gnome attempted to greet playfully, hoping to help soften the clearly dark circumstances laid out before them. [dice=Diplomacy]1d20+7
Zot reflects on some of the rumors he heard from the previous few weeks...
Zot leans in to the rest of the group and chimes in with a bit of excitement, "Heh, yeah I heard of these folks! Wealthy family they are, and not just with a wealth of coin and artifacts of legend. A lot of other wealthy families covet their daughters, who also aren't afraid to seek out artifacts on their own." He leans back a moment, pushing his glasses a back up his nose just a tad, reflecting on some of the dives and kitchens he recently frequented. He made a nod towards the Venture Captain, "Besides, comes to no surprise our Society has an eye on an allegiance with the family. Would prove quite the additional to the Chronicle, it would." He would look to the rest of the party, "No doubt our agent got in over their head. If word is to be believed, there is no telling how many cursed artifacts one could stumble upon that has been stuffed away and forgotten. I for one would relish in the opportunity to bring them back home. May even find a good drink or recipe along the way. What do you all say?"
"Luckily it seems your faith endured and you lived to see it through the day, well done! And bringing some bather's in with the mix? Such a glorious time, I wish I could have been there to help share in the fun." Zot chuckled, "It is good to be back in such good company. I can't wait to see who all else has been summoned and see what the Venture Captain has in store for us all next."
The portly vibrant orange-haired gnome Zot enters the room, the familiar smell of cinnamon, ginger, and citrus following into the room from behind him. "Hello everyone!" Zot greets joyfully. He picks up on the tone from the others, a bit concerned. "I... feel perhaps I have missed something. Assassination? Arrows? Did the last assignment not go well for you all?" he asked as he slowly moved over to one of the open seats by the table, clearly oblivious the the Venture Captain not being present.
Zot shakes his head, "They may have attempted to kill us, but this came of another Goblin clan trying to kill people close to them. I say we let this settle down. Subdue them, yes, but it need not need to make it worse for you all." Zot attempts to try to find a decent middle ground after the whole encounter, "Besides, let us scout the area and find a good hearth to warm up to. If anything I can get us a good warm meal to carry us through the rest of the evening. What say you all?" Zot offers, eager to get the rest of this mission wrapped up.
"A well placed hit Evanora!" Zot gleefully cheered as he made a number of swings at his adversary, hoping to help open up a clean hit for Talion. "When are you all going to take a clue!? This is over!" Zot attempted to push, though his attempts were predicted this time around, leaving the rest to Talion's skill alone.
"No wonder you all are bitter, ruling over all... sheesh!" Zot proclaims disgustedly, still waiving his dagger about threateningly. "Look at you all, you are all so pitiful, even the gods have forsaken you! Can't we just put our differences aside with a warm meal and a good drink?" Zot pleaded, hoping to capitalize on their clear advantage and give his allies another opening.
Zot looks on in bewilderment, glancing back at the goblins and then back towards the attackers, "Well now there is no need to be rude about it!" he proclaims, "Why don't we talk this over a drink, heh?" the gnome insisted as he ran over towards Talion. "Blessings upon you, now let's teach these fools a lesson in hospitality!" Zot quipped as he quickly attempted to mend his ally's wounds! Sadly the wand's power seems to fizzle a tad. "Well... that was underwhelming..."
Zot reflects on the encounter before them and the Goblins behind him. "Storage is no place for our companions. We have had a long journey together and they deserve a warm respite just like the rest of us. If need be I can provide what extra provisions and a good meal for them if your supplies are limited." the gnome offered, shaking his head like what the man was offering was of great offense. "Nay my friend, perhaps we can come to some other arrangement. Surely you have other options available for us all." Zot pressed, curious what the hold up was.
Zot was all prepared to attempt bartering with the Troll, though instead finds himself very impressed with his elven ally's smooth words. Once past the bridge he leans in and offers them their choice of the feast he cooks in the coming nights as a token of gratitude. As the group travels onward he attempts to keep note of what their agent had told them many times before. He didn't feel all too comfortable about the place and was otherwise untrusting.
Aside from the warnings given, he wasn't fully aware of this area and didn't know what to do, defaulting to the others for their wisdom and guidance. "Best we stay on foot, though we may very well may wish to keep a silent foot about us. What say you all?" Zot would question quietly.
Zot, having finally found their way to civilization, takes no pause before heading towards the local place of social gathering. He attempts to familiarize himself with the locals, using his familiarity with food to help break the ice towards more information.
"Oh goodness! A Troll no less, any idea of what kind of things make Troll stomach's happy? Humanoid flesh can't be the only thing, perhaps I could figure something out to help keep this troll peaceful to our passing?" Zot pondered...
Zot looks upon the spectacle before him, contemplating on what to do. It was a fun mix of goofiness and tumble fun from the look of it. The blessing from his divine patron definitely manifests itself in strange ways. He would reach into his belt and take hold of his light mace, but otherwise remained defensive, unsure of what was to happen next...
Zot regarded Evanora with curiosity. "I hope it serves you well, having a boon to any of the witches here would be very welcome." Zot whispered pleasantly. He would then return his attention back towards the camp. Having learned something new he paired up with Aurax and inquired further about what food was like in their travels or even in their home as he personally fantasized of returning to a warm hearth and a good brew to help relax the senses. Hopefully the storm would pass soon and we could all get back to finding these snow goblins a new home...
Zot would look at the plant with wonder, glancing around at his surroundings before looking once again at the plant. Despite the area and the surroundings it seemed a miracle indeed to see such a thing. He pondered waking the others, but was reserved at disturbing them. Hearing Aurax's inquire the Gnome would cautiously walk towards the odd plant and motion Aurax's senses towards the peculiarity. "What kind of plant is this you think?" Zot would ponder curiously.
Zot assists with the first night of the watch, preparing enough food to last the night to at least help assist in pacifying the goblins. Zot then turns his attention to assisting Aurux for the initial watch, providing gental responses to any conversation that would come up, but nothing to jeapordize their watch or awaken any of their allies.
Zot nods with the others, hoping to provide some level of support. "I could take the first watch, at least help prepare warm meals for those who need it for the long night ahead?" the gnome would offer, hoping the offering of prepared food would also provide some level of distraction for the goblins.
Zot shakes his head, the ominous darkness before them not settling well with his own nerves. He quickly assesses his surroundings and attempts to provide input where he can. "To be fair, I'm a bit out of my element here. Get me to a campfire and I can help soothe both body and spirit. Hopefully we can find much needed shelter before it gets too overbearing?"
Zot quickly glances around, seeing the beacon starting to pick up steam. "We need to put that signal out with haste!" Zot quickly looks over his wares easily accessible on himself, he had his water skin but would it be enough? Zot did his best to move over to Evanora's side next to the beacon and attempts to empty his water skin to hopefully put out the flames. "This may not yet be enough, be ready!" Zot admits, hopeful that his efforts would help diminish any further complications. If needed, he knew he had a bottle of holy water, but he was hoping to hold off on that if need be.
Zot looks about, concerned as to these goblins attempting to attack their own allies. "Well, the arrow doesn't seem like a good sign." Zot would then take up his drinking horn and take a swig, casting about a prayer and blessing upon him and his allies. "Cayden Cailean be praised this should prove for a rowdy time then!"
Zot looks towards Chalmers with mild curiosity, "I have no idea what my boneyard would look like, let alone how to get there."[b] the Gnome reflected. He would then turn his attention to the map and then back to the others, [b]"Shall we be off then? With map in hand and our pathfinder ways I'm sure this ought to be quite the adventure indeed!" And with that Zot secured his wares, making a mix of clinks and clanks as he did so as various pots, spoons, and cooking gear bounced against each other and his armor. Once secure he gave an affirmative nod and awaited to take follow behind on Chalmers' lead!
Zot made a point to jot down each of the six goblin's names. Nodding to himself he placed the journal back into his cold weather jacket. Zot frowned, realizing the sacrifice these people had to make to insure this all went according to plan. "Thank you for your help! Hopefully when we do meet again we can share in boasting of our accomplishments, yes?" Zot then turned towards the others, eager to get the journey started. "What do you say everyone, shall we get moving? Adventure awaits!"
Zot pondered the offer of coin, "I may have some rare spices laying around, as well as a few coin if it comes down to it. I'm really good at being persuasive though and I could offer to assist in trying to barter our way though silence? the gnome offered. Zot then pulled out a small journal book and made a few notes: Avoid Ravens. Ask Evanora about goblin food. He then regarded the other Ulfen around them and pondered if they would be joining. "What of you all, will you be joining us or be taking your leave? If you are to join us, perhaps we can share your stories over some drink and food! I'm sure the goblins wouldn't mind." Zot reflected, hopeful of having a few more moments with the Ulfen before taking their leave.
Zot still attempts to wrap his mind around everything. Given that the immediate chaos had mellowed out, he began to ponder the possibilities and opportunities. He would turn towards Evanora as they spoke in goblin, clearly acting as the only translator among the group. "What kind of meal have they had? Perhaps I can help enhance their meals if they cooperate?" The gnome then opened his coat and began taking an inventory of each of the spices and herbs in his possession. Zot would then look over towards Aurax and Shirin, "I dare say, I don't think what kind of foods you all would like. I don't think I came prepared for dragon..." Zot admitted clearly at a loss.
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