Encard agrees. "Yes, that would be best. Portals can lead to unexpected places." Encard follows Jett, keeping somewhat behind him.

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No traps are encountered, and the party reaches another widening. A large, black pool of stagnant water is in the center, which sends forth an occasional bubble, which pops, audibly. Areas of luminescent scum are scattered around the surface. A small, decrepit shack is standing at the water's edge, and a light is showing at one window.

JETT (He cautiously approaches the shack, still checking for traps.)

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Beorn

Follows behind Jett - ready to help if needed

thanks, skyecadrill [img]smile.gif[/img] !

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Khaz`Djir sees an enourmous bowl of soup flying towards him at a normal rate of speed. he looks at the bowl, it looks like its chicken soup or something and prepares to eat it. but he could not finish his important process for there was a very important instrument missising. after thinking what it is for about 10 seconds, Khaz`Djir says at a soft and spooky voice:"there is no spoon". the bowl vanishes and Khaz`Djir starts to think about more important things.

JETT (Carefully avoiding the water, he peeks in the window)

Encard stands back a bit, waiting motionlessly to see whether anything unpleasant will happen to Jett.

[ 05-23-2002, 08:46 PM: Message edited by: Encard ]

You see a small, bare room with a small, gnomelike man hastening about at some task. He looks about constantly and mutters to himself. There is a door to your left.

JETT (He carefully checks the door)

No traps are found. The door is unlocked.

ARUELLA (She reclines on a chaise lounge) "Darling Jett, are you going to be all day about this? For, if you are, I shall take my beauty rest."

OOC>> [img]tongue.gif[/img] IC>>
JETT(He opens the door. The old gnome turns to him, and he says, in the best PS: T fashion,) "Greetings."

The gnome says, "Good morrow, strangers. I trust that you have no bad intent, for old Groningle is defencelss. You see, I have nothing that a bandit might want, living frugally in this swamp. In fact, if you have any spare food, I could use it, for I have not eaten in days, that I can recall."

Beorn

looming over the shoulder of Jett

"If there's nothing to eat here, why do you stay - and how come you came to live here in the first place? It doesn't seem like a 'nice' place to call home"

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The gnome replies, eyes looking wildly around, "Why it was once nice, yes it was, it just recently became as it is, and I was just about to move, I was, when you nice humans came along and I thought maybe you could aid an old gnome." (He seems to be fiddling around with something under his rags.)

Khaz`Djir with a calm voice:"What kind of aid do you require, you stupid, fat gnome?" the old gnomes eyes turn into a strange golden colour and an aura of darkness sorrounds him:"do not tempt me, fallen elf! i have more power than you could ever imagine!" Khaz`Djir starts smiling "Dont you gnomes ever shut up! Get back to your cottage or whatever and invent something, you pathetic excuse for a gnome!" Gnome:"hahaha! if youre this ignorant to any powerful being you meet, then you are already dead. ah, but youre lucky im more kind than most would be." he casts a curse "know that from this day forward, you can never insult anyone, who is more merciful than you. now, do not interrupt! or you will get a more.. suitable curse."

You notice that, as he gestures, the outlines of some of the furniture grow indistinct.

JETT (Grabs the gnome by his shirt front) "Hey, this whole thing stinks of illusion. Can't one of our mages or clerics dispell the illusion? Before I spit this little guy on my dagger. I find that spoils most illusions."

Encard says, speaking quickly but still as precisely as ever, "What are you doing, gnome?" He raises his staff slightly, pointing it toward the gnome.

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the gnome writhes in Jetts grip, but cannot tear loose. He seems to grasp whatever he has been fiddling with under his gament more firmly and points behind you, saying, "Look out your worships, it's a demon!" You look behind you and a Balor stands there!

Beorn

looks at the suddently appeared demon

"Yeah - and I'm a dabus. It's another illusion"

He grabs the gnomes arm, and rips the item that the gnome have been using out of his hand.

"And what is this?"

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As you pull the amulet from his neck, the entire scene changes. You are in an opulent house with lovely furniture. The gnome's rags are revealed to really be silken robes. The amulet in your hand throbs with power. If you have an Identity spell or scroll, you could identify it.

*bowing low* I knew there was more to you than first appeared good gnome, I would apologize at my *glaring at some of his companions* "friends" ill manners, do you have any information that may aid us in our quest?

*Drawing his blade he looks at his companoins* I suggest you put the illusionist down, what you see cannot hurt you if you don't believe in it, I've heard of a clan of dwarves completely immune to magic, because none of them believe it exists. *stepping aside to the side to observe if his companions will identify the item, while still being at the forefront should the gnome address his inquiry*

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The gnome says:"ofcourse, i have some very valuable information about your quest but you cant have it! njaa njaa!" *runs around the room in a circle, starts singing* "i have the info! i have the info! you cant have it! you cant have it!"
Khazzy guy:"seems like someone or something made him a bit c-c-crazy!" casts dispel magic. it has no effect "ooh.. its immune to dispel. whoever did it must have amazing powers. my next idea is to kill and loot this place. we might find something useful.. or valuable"

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[img]smile.gif[/img] it was a gnome. ive mixed them up ALOT too :D

JETT "Here is a scroll of identity. What is the amulet?"

The amulet is an amulet of illusion. It allows the beared, if a wizard, to change the appearance of his surroundings for a 50 meter radius.

Beorn

"That should fetch a pretty tidy sum when I return to Sigil"

He puts the amulet in a pocket underneath his cloak.

"Now where was I? - oh yes - information."

Takes four quick strides, catches the gnome again and pull him level with his face.

"And now you're going to answer our questions - or you're going to eat whatever teeth you have left ..... for a start."

GNOME "I'll talk, I'll talk, what information do you seek, kind sir?"

ARUELLA We seek the whereabouts of a small. though perhaps not to you, human named Slatkin. Can you tell us of his whereabouts? Or, it may be the worse for you. My companions are growing restless."

Gnome:"yes, Slatkin is in -"
Khaz`Djir makes a suprise magical attack, killing the gnome.
"he would have lied anyway. im sure much more trustworthy people can be found as we proceed in our quest"

ARuELLA (Pats her eleganly shod foot as she fixes Khad Jin in a stern gaze) "There is to be no killing unless someone attacks us or if I give the word." (She gets out a resurrection scroll from a pocket that wan't there, before, reads it over the gnome's body. When he recovers, she questions him.) "See, I told you that they were getting antsy. Now, tell us."

GNOME (Looks about, panic-stricken) "All right, I shall tell you. Slatkin fled through the machine, through the purple portal. He is hiding on Mechanus."

JETT (Looks up from cleaning his fingernails with a greensteel knife)"You had better be right, Gnome, because you are going to be the first one through the portal. And, unless you are right, you will have a much less-merciful death than the one that you just had."

Beorn

Grabs hold of the gnome again

"I'll hang on to the runt - now which way do we go from here?"

He proceeds to tie a leather strip tightly around the gnomes neck.

He gives the leather strip a yank. "Just behave yourself gnome"

OOC: gnome on a leach ;)

Khaz`Djir:"bah, he is lying anyway, Aruella! he seeks to delay our journey! ah, seeing is beliving, so lets go."

ARUELLA(She leads the group back to the machine, and they enter the purple portal. We reappear in a bright world where the smell of oil is just perceptible. The sky is cloudless and yellow. A giant conveyor belt runs by at a moderate speed, flanked on either side by a slower belt to allow access to the faster belt. Modrons and droids are seen entering and leaving the belt. In the near distance, you can see another belt going in the opposite direction. Standing in front of you is a modron, apparently processing something.)

looking at his surroundings Kaz'erthimon looks at the leashed gnome, "which way now, guide"

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GNOME (Whines) "But all is as I told you, good sirs..." (jumps as Jett whacks him) "and Ladies, as I was about to say. Cannot you let me go now? I have many important things to attend to back at my home."

Khaz`Djir:"no, you pathetic gnome! i have had enough of you and your whining! your second death will be.. satisfactory."

GNOME "But, good sir," (here, he seems to be trying to force out words that he does not want to say; finally, after a struggle) "I have...a few coins...perhaps enough to be wort your while, to let me live."

Encard speaks. "Have the gnome walk before us to set off any traps there may be. Killing him now would be a waste."

[ 05-31-2002, 07:56 PM: Message edited by: Encard ]