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This orc was one of the most vile and evil Owain has crossed blades with. He could almost feel the hate and corruption seeping off the Nurgalite and settling into the world like rot and mold. This necromancer was an enemy of all life and Owain would fight him with every last ounce of strength he could muster. He could see the orc start to slow and turn to magic again.

The floating green sword hissed like a serpent with venomous intent but Tambovsky is quick with his shield. None of the three would relent, for that would mean death. Owain wasn't entirely sure how many they'd lost but, even one of their number was a price too steep.

The Welshman roared as Tombovsky moved to disarm the orc. Owain wanted to cut him completely from the cloth of reality. He feigned a vicious head-butt to the Nergalite's chest before he pulled back and planted his feet to focus the red madness of his rage into one ferocious lunge. His sword began to shine with the golden light of the sun's first morning rays before 26 to hit for 19 damage (13 slashing + 6 radiant)Owain thrust it into the orc and laughed when its glow pulsed before it flashed out.

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AllTension filled the room, thickened by foul magics and the smell of blood and sweat and death. The cries of pain coming from Lady Danicea mingled with the scent of Father's Keth burnt flesh and his last sighing breath. Tambovsky didn't have to turn to know the good father was gone. His quiet laughter and confidence never again would sound out in this Middle Earth. This enemy they faced was more than any they had met before, except maybe the troll. Tambovsky cast that memory aside as he focused on the Orc mage and how, so far, it had managed to fluster both Owain and himself. That too was a first.
That thought fled at the scent of halfling feet. The smell of that roused Tambovsky into remembering how Sylana resourcefully freed them that long ago night. How she had figured out how to set them free without their jailers knowing. Knowing that, and knowing they needed to change the direction, the tone of this fight, which had fallen out of their favor, Tambovsky feinted, drawing the enemy close. His plan succeeded, until it didn't. Up close, so close he could see the sweat glistening off the Orc's cheeks, Tambovsky watched as his ploy was turned against him. The Orc had known his plan and allowed it to a point of the Orc's choosing. As Tambovsky thrust and pulled, grunting with effort, the Orc Mage followed his moves, almost mimicking him, allowing Tambovsky to get close and almost, almost hook the Orc's weapon and disarm the Mage. Not until the last push, the last twinge of muscle did the orc turn the tide against him, slipping his hilt over Tambovsky's own blade and slamming down!
Tambovsky's sword hit the stone floor with such force the bones in his clenched hand rattled and stung. The Orc mage stepped on his blade, preventing Tambovsky from lifting his blade, from defending himself. The Orc mage smiled down in such malicious triumph, Tambovsky almost lost his grip on the his sword. He watched the Orc mage in a strange sense as Tambovsky seemed to leave his body and look down from afar. The Orc Mage shifted, avoiding a shot from the kitchen door as he swung his blade up and down, down on Tambovsky's expose neck!

Sylana's voice croaked in the stilted air of the kitchen. Sylana gulped and looked trying to make certain she had heard Lady Danicea correctly. Sylana couldn't believe what she had just heard. Yet, she had heard it and Lady Danicea's determined eyes bore into her, bore down on Sylana letting Sylana know the all too truth of what she had heard. Gritting her teeth, Sylana peered at the arrow jutting from Lady Danicea's side. The skin puckered blue and black and blood seeped out, spilling down Lady Danicea's hip and staining her fine silvered armor. Sylana shook her head away from the swollen, bloody flesh and instead focused on an image of a lock, of tumblers clacking together and falling, of a snap or click of opening rather than Lady Danicea's swollen and ruined flesh.
Sylana started whistling to calm herself, to center her thoughts, focus her hands on what must be done, what Lady Danicea was imploring her to do. Sylana reached up, hesitated, then grabbed the arrow, and turned it like a screw, just like she was fastening a cabinet together. She heard a plopping sound followed by a groan of relief from Lady Danicea. Sylana stood there holding an arrow. Her fingers started to tingle and burn as the arrow, slicked with blood and some kind of oil, crusted onto her skin. Sylana flung the arrow down, took a moment to stare at her fingers, now lightly smoking. Without thinking, before she did anything else, she grabbed a potion and forced Lady Danicea to drink the healing liquid all the way down.
Once Lady Danicea had swallowed the whole thing, Sylana slipped out of the kitchen. She barely kept from wretching as she slipped into a bit of shelter behind the half open kitchen door. As she turned, she saw gnomes! Gnomes, five of them crouched around Pippa and Lauria Ambermantle. Two of the gnomes were looking right at her. The moment their eyes met, both of those gnomes hunkered down, scrunching their ears to their shoulders. These gnomes were terrified! Terrified of her!
The other three gnomes clustered protectively around Pippa. They busied themselves with washing and bandaging Pippa as best they could. Lauria, got up from where she had been kneeling and started towards the kitchen. Lauria's face colored white, whiter than bone as the elf mustered her courage to enter the kitchen. The delicate planes of her bones, her cheeks and nose, stood out in stark relief. Even creased by such fear, Lauria Ambermantle was beautiful.
The elf moved up next to Sylana, a gnome at her side. Lauria patted Sylana on the shoulder and took a deep breath before entering the kitchen.

Owain felt the vileness of this foe in his very bones. The anger of his gods lurched through him, frustrated at not closing and finishing this foe. He watched as Tambovsky parried and moved to disarm this foe. Owain watched the Orc, watched Tambovsky and saw the Orc draw his friend in to a well disguised feint. Tambovsky's sword slammed hard into the stone floor, the blow echoing through the kitchen even as Lady Danicea let out a scream sounding like a hundred alley cats in pain. Glancing over his shoulder, Owain couldn't see Lady Danicea or Father Keth, both had dropped below the table beyond his sight. Tambovsky knelt on the floor, grasping his sword as the Orc stepped on it. Owain saw the orc smile, spittle forming around his fangs as he lifted his blade over his head and brought it down, down onto Tambovsky's exposed neck.
Owain wasn't fast enough, smart enough, to prevent that blow. He watched as the Orc Mage rammed his sword down into Tambovsky's neck.

A loud, cracking sound filled the room as the Orc Mage's blade hit the forged steel, steel forged true by gnomes for the honor of his brother. The blade hit Tambovsky's gnome forged armor and slid aside. The Orc mage couldn't halt his blade as it slid off and slammed hard into the floor, jarring the Orc Mage's shoulder and hips.
Owain, roaring with anger and exhilaration, feinted a head butt that the Orc Mage wholly reacted to, exposing himself to Owain's ferocious lunging attack. Owain's blade shined with the brilliant glow of the Dawn as he plunged hilt deep into the Orc Mage's black heart. The golden light flickered once, flickered again before catching like well struck flint starting a fire. Gold and silver flames erupted from Owain's blade, sliding down and up over the Orc Mage. Owain twisted the blade in the Orc Mage black heart, heating the fire and enlarging it.
Even as the golden flame burned the Orc Mage, the hideous green blade, smoking and hateful, floated above the mayhem, waiting for it's moment. Owain twisted his blade once more and went to pull it out when the green blade slashed down, cutting through his collarbone and stabbing through his lung. Owain felt an intense cold and for a moment couldn't breathe, much like jumping into the Mountian Lakes of his home that would steal away your breath. Only the lakes were a clean cold. This sword cut and coated him with a pig **** like slick and the green flame flickered and waxed over him, like skunk spray.
For a moment Owain and the Orc Mage stood together, green and black flame clothing Owain, Gold and Silver flames blanketing the Orc Mage, the two clasped together, their blades deeply embedded in the other. Owain started laughing then. The Orc Mage let out a painful grunt in response. The gold and silver flames burned higher and more intense, drowing out and then snuffing the black and green altogether. The Orc Mage dropped to his knees, his hands falling listless to his sides as his conjured blade disappeared. Moments later, only seconds and the gold and silver flames from Owain consumed the Orc, burning him down, skin, muscle, bone and all until all that remained was a small pile of black ash.
Owain collapsed, the Green blade gone, leaving a gaping hole in his body. Tambovsky reached out and caught him before he could hit the floor. Owain gasped, spitting some blood, but mostly air as he strained to breathe through only one lung. An elf touched him then. Tambovsky looked, seeing Lauria Ambermantle smiling at him, a gnome stood next to her, smelling of cherry blossoms and honey, the scent of Cherry blossoms filled the room and there were gnomes. They had found the gnomes!

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"By all the saints, Owain, what did you name that orc?" Tambovsky asks as he takes off his helm and collapses on the floor, the universal right of soldiers after a battle--to sit and do nothing. "You'sDaUglyFaeck or something? What's that mean in Welsh ... and who knew the orc understood it, but it really pissed him off!"

He could see that Owain was hurt, bleeding badly, but alive.

Not the same for their good priest, who gave his life to save Danicea.

Tambovsky nods to the Lady, acknowledging her crucial contribution to the battle, and then calls out across the room to Sylana.

"You're here! And ... look immediately you go stealing arrows right from the bodies of the nobility, you thief!" he jokes, wishing he knew some healing craft so he could do something, anything, other than make light of the situation.

"Pippa?" he calls out, hoping the gnome survived. They've lost too many already in the past two days, and besides ... if Pippa doesn't begin some gnome diplomacy right away, then their entire mission might have been in vain.

"Funny looking rat-men," Tambovsky says to no one in particular as he looks at the gnomes scurrying about the room.



 




 


 
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She slid down the wall once the battle ended, landing on her bottom harder than she'd intended. Still, the pain was a welcome reminder that she was alive. Once the adrenaline subsided, she'd probably start feeling a lot more than she was feeling now. She let the last remaining potion in her hand slide onto the floor where it rolled a short distance on the uneven floor before stopping in a groove in the flagstone. Sylana looked at her hands. What is it with this place and nasty arrows? It wasn't lost on her that she'd got involved in this business in the first place because of arrows. Once she was satisfied that her hands weren't in any permanent danger, she noticed the gnomish stares coming from across the room. "What did I ever do to you?" she muttered to herself, but paid no further notice. Pippa appeared to be in good hands and the elven mage was coming her way. She looked up curiously as Lauria passed, but didn't say anything. That lady has some serious inner demons.

She grimaced suddenly at Tambovsky's voice calling her a thief. Despite the fact that she knew that was probably what big and important people like to call her, she'd didn't like the word herself. It had all sorts of connotations associated with it, and Sylana was not one to be stereotyped and put in a box. Some part of her was a little irked. "It's a little know fact that I never steal," she grumbled back, "My father couldn't get that idea into his head either, but he was an important person. And important people just don't understand the ways and needs of those smaller than them." She maintained a calm and level voice without giving away what she was really feeling. "Besides, what's the point in taking an arrow that would burn holes in my hands? A rather silly person I'd be to try and liberate useless junk." She peered around the corner to see what was really going on and grimaced again.

Always work, work, work. I always told my father that work was for the birds, but here I am... She reluctantly stood up, taking the potion with her and reached a couple of feet of stature. "Got a potion to fix people. Supposedly works based on what I've seen so far with the other two, but one never knows." She walked into the room. "Glad I don't have to clean this place." she said as she blocked her nose with her little fingers at the smell. "It occurs to me that we should've just let those snake people handle this kind of crazy. Crazy against crazy seems about right. I'm more a mop up kinda person that trying to stop magic. But, enough, talk, seems we found Pippa's people. Someone remind me again why we were looking for them? Rat people, was it?"


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While everything was burning in that cold, oily green flame the howling and barking hounds in Owain's blood reached a deafening frenzy. For what seemed like an eternity trapped in a few sparse seconds there existed nothing but the Welshman, his sword, and the Orc upon it. His own wounds, numerous as they were, faded from his knowledge as he twisted the blade and laughed. Finally, this cruel mage would no longer defile the world with his very existence.

The roar of madness thrumming through Owain receded then and faded to the soft rustle of dark wings as it left him. He collapsed to the floor more than it could be called sitting. Falling would've been a better description had it not been for Tambovsky there to lean on. The Welshman tried to catch his breath and found that, challenging.

When Tambovsky spoke, Owain laughed, winced, and coughed up some blood. Then, he answered, "I named him as prey. The rabbit to my hounds. Something to chase, catch, and to kill. I reckon he thought himself the predator." There was a certain wildness to Owain's eyes as his chest heaved from the effort of breathing and he sat bleeding but victorious.

He smiled back at Lauria and then at the gnomes. It smelled clean and delicately sweet now even amongst all the death and rubble of the kitchen. Owain spoke up, answering Sylana's question and addressing the gnomes, "I think the crazies may have been working together in this instance, that is until we two were added to the mix." He turned to the gnomes and spoke, "I am Owain ap Gwalchmei of Snowdonia, any and all who are free, living, and mostly good will need to band together if we are to take this town back or maybe even get out alive. The Chancellery we hold is safe and secure at least." He couldn't exactly remember why they sought out these people other than the fact that they might exist, was it tunnels maybe?

It mattered not to Owain. All he knew was that he was tired and in need of some brandy before the pain caught up to him.

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AllOwain and Tambovsky sit, side by side, their backs resting against the heated stove. As the frenzy left him and the baying of the hounds subsided within him, Owain felt the familiar chill of after battle coming over him. He wheezed and coughed, the pain wracking his body. He shivered and then the heat of the stove helped warm him and eased some of his pain.
Tambovsky sat next to Owain, hardly hurt himself, relative to Owain. He saw Lauria coming right at them, eerily focused on them. Behind her came a small troop of gnomes. All of them wore green stocking caps with silver moons decorating them. Along with the moons were foxes, jumping over the moons using various styles. Two of the gnomes held up red candles that burned without smoking. The candles emitted a cherry smell that burned and ate away the stench of the Orc Mage and his dark enchantments. The small pile of ash the Orc had become began to wither and grow smaller and smaller until completely disappeared under the cherry candles magic.
Not a single gnome came near them. They all hung back in their green hats, yellow smocks, and blueberry colored boots. Several of the gnomes held fingers up to the mouths, calling for quiet.
Owain and Tambovsy only heard the rustling and movement of the gnomes and little else. The gnomes swirled about the room in such a manner it was hard to count them all. Most of them hovered around Father Keth and Lady Danicea, who was crying as she washed Father Keths face and neck. One of the gnomes started washing the Cleric's hand and two more took off boots and then held their noses as they looked disdainfully at Father Keth's bruised looking feet.
Laurian dropped to one knee next to Owain and without saying anything, lifted his chin and gently poured a potion slowly enough to allow Owain to take sips and get it all in. Drop by drop he drank the potion, each sip strengthening him and easing his breathing until he felt almost no pain at all. Owain felt a bit lightheaded, the rush of healing giving him a heady feeling.
Lauria stepped over Owain and took Tambovsky's wrist in her hand, her slim fingers finding his wrist and checking his pulse. She whispered to him, How are you feeling Tam? Do you feel poisoned? Or hexed? I don't sense any of that, but I am tired and almost spent myself. That is when Tambovsky noticed Lauria's voice was hoarse. She wasn't whispering, she had simply lost her voice to harsh use. We found the gnomes though. You were right, they were here. They have been hiding, terribly scared of what happened. They say the "Marquis," caused it. Whoever that is. The gnomes won't say his name. Please, move slowly and gently around them, they are quite frightened and don't trust "Big Folk," like us all that well. They save Pippa's life. The halfling ghoul almost killed her. If not for Sylana and the gnomes, Pippa would have died. Sylana acted with exceptional courage and calm. I have never seen the like. Here, she reaches up with a blue silk kerchief decorated with silver stars and dabs a spot of blood off Tambovsky's chin.
Tambovsky sees Sylana sitting against the wall and calls out to her and she responds, the two of them joking about "Rat Men," and whatever had she done to 'deserve' Tambovsky's company. The gnomes found it all amusing, but tried not to show it by holding their hands over their mouths. A few covered their ears and one covered his eyes as he grinned.
Sylana took that moment to gaze into the common room. For a moment she saw Pippa on a stretcher with eight gnomes carrying her. They all walked into the wall and disappeared! She squinted, seeing nothing, but still hearing the gnomes and Pippa, awake and alive, asking what sounded like questions. Sylana glanced back at Tambovsky for a moment and Pippa's voice disappeared. Sylana quickly looked back but couldn't see Pippa, or hear her now. The illusion had swallowed Pippa and the gnomes whole. Sylana was certain it was an illusion. She could find the secret door later, when she had time and hopefully fewer or no people were around to see her.
Pippa stood up, startling two of the gnomes and causing two others to scuttle quickly away from her. None of the gnomes had gone near Lady Danicea and Father Keth. One gnome looked at Sylana, then at Father Keth and whispered, Scarewy, that is very scarewy before moving away and out of the kitchen.

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All the gnomes stopped what they were doing. Complete silence descended on the Kitchen and the Common room. Two of the gnomes immediately bowed, several lowered their heads in respect. The others looked a bit dumbfounded, the way a peasant might act if suddenly dropped at the King's table.
The silence lasted several seemingly long moments before a stout shouldered gnome walked close to Owain and Tambovsky and knelt before Owain, offering him a piece of light yellow colored cheese. A second gnome came up, knelt and offered Owain a skin of mushroom ale, something only gnomes brewed and shared with others, except dwarves. Mushroom ale was famous for it's flavor and strength. Owain himself had never tasted it before.
A third gnome walked up and offered a piece of oat bread with honey. She offered a second, smaller piece to Tambovsky, before blushing and realizing she had forgotten to kneel.

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Without rising, Tambovsky nods thanks to the gnome then breaks the oat bread with honey in two, and places half in the hands of Father Keth.

"We--or at least those of the faith, Lady Danicea and I--have prayers to perform for the Father. Perhaps, though, we could perform those quickly and request of the gnomes that they send an ambassador or two with us into the Chancellery?" he says quietly so as not to offend the gnomes but loud enough so that everyone will hear that he is not plotting with his allies. "But maybe we should ask the gnomes how we can help them? They seem to have a better understanding of this place than those of us who have arrived only two days ago."


 




 


 
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Scarewy. The word echoed in her mind for a moment as the gnome moved off. "Ain't that the truth," she whispered to herself, but she wasn't sure if the gnome meant she was scary of what had happened to Father Keth. She suspected the latter. Like many little folk, facing danger was not in their blood. It was more about making merry, eating, and drinking. Sylana, though, was built differently. Some would say wrong. She sighed to herself, and then gathered where Owain, Tambovsky and Lauria were talking, taking in the whole scene as it unfolded around her. Two things were very clear to her after the gnomes brought the bigger folk food and drink - first, she wasn't in the good books of the gnomes, and two, the reason why was probably because she couldn't keep her eyes from roaming around the rest of the butcher's paradise. If they were so crafty with their illusions, what had they seen?

"I'm going to look around," she grumbled. "Might as well see if we can find anything useful in this place and on those bodies. Which reminds me. We have some snakes upstairs that were looking for something and we still don't know what. Perhaps the gnomes know. There might be something on the priestess body, but I can't get close enough. Nasty snake still on that body." She was rambling again and she could see it in the eyes of those listening to her. "I'll just get on it, shall I?" she said, hiding the anticipation of actually looking around and finding something. She'd start with the quick scan of the surfaces and finish with the bodies. She wanted to know what was going on here, and the gnomes weren't talking. "Hey. Lauria!" she yelled from a distance away before catching herself. Rude. "Uhm. Yeah. Lady Lauria. Sorry." Poor lady had been through enough to loosen all those screws. "Mind asking the gnomes if they know what the snake people were looking for? Uhm. Please." I think. Can't seem to stay on top of myself these days, but I am feeling a Level 5. Woo-hoo!lot better than when I woke up.

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The potion warmed him from the inside and softened the edges of all Owain could see, giving the ruined kitchen full of gnomes in odd hats a rather dream-like quality. He still wasn't sure what happened to him, the details were just now beginning to catch up to him, but whatever it was felt good and right. It was like a connection to something (or somewhere) ancient and beyond. The thought made him smile.

When the gnomes fell still and silent, Owain feared he might have confused or spooked them. Maybe they struggled to understand his accent, it happens sometimes. But when some of them lowered their heads or even bowed, he waas the one confused. But, his brain did feel like it was wrapped in thistle and wool still so he just shrugged and focused on breathing while his wounds rapidly healed from the potion.

Owain smiled and then, when he started to think he understood what was happening, he softly laughed and said, "There is no need to kneel friends,I'm no duke or lord, just a man skilled in sword and spear. But," his smile spread, "I will gladly eat and drink with you." He thanked each as he took what they offered. The mushroom wine was earthy and rich, the sharp cheese cut nicely through it and the honeyed bread was the best thing he'd tasted. Something about facing death and nearly succumbing made your tastebuds more receptive and simple fare becaame a grand feast.

"I agree we need to bring Father keth back to the Chancellery as soon as possible and if they are willing, the gnomes should come with us. It's safe there and I think maybe the ones we killed were looking for them too. Wasn't it said the tunnels beneath Blaud Hill, and perhaps even the Chancellery, were gnomish made? Some sort of map like that would no doubt help us and, in turn, help them if we can use that to get rid of all the orcs, goblins, and undead." Owain's head was starting to clear and he felt like he could stand if he wanted but, for the moment, he remained with his back to the warm stove and breathed.

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AllOwain laughs, the sound of it soft and welcoming, bringing smiles to all the gnomes. An older looking gnome solemnly looks at Owain before bowing again, You are the son of the Falcon, of the bright hawk that bloods the foe. You are Owain ap Gwalchmei. Gwalchmei who slew the Fomorian Hag and stilled her curses for evermore. Gwalchmei, Kaivra's Bane will always be honored by us. He bowed then and kissed Owain just above his ankle. Right after that, two gnomes step up to Tambovsky, one one each side of him, and they kiss his ankles before stepping back and letting other gnomes come up and do the same.
Owain and Tambovsky aren't sure just how many gnomes kiss their ankles and how many gnomes broke bread to share with them. They do know they have eaten and drank their fill before the gnomes finish.
The first gnome, the older one who spoke, stays next to Owain the whole time, overseeing what is definitely a ritual for the gnomes. We will help you take your fallen friend to the Chancellery. The majority of us will stay here, where we are safe from the Marquis and Plomfleet and the Black Bones. The Sorrow is also near. It is best to stay quiet and not attract her notice. She kills and maims with spiteful delight and has no love for us. You any here with you are welcome to stay with us. We will do our best to keep any you wish, safe and comfortable. A small, delightful grin lights of the gnome's face when Owain mentions maps and streets and the Underground. The gnome nods pleased to be able to help in a less dangerous way than actually confronting the foe. Yes, Owain, Tambovsky, we can help with buildings and maps and the Under Road that leads all the way North, almost to Eindhoven. My people helped build that road in the time of The Sorrow's Sire. There is a whole smaller city below. Not much used these days except for evil purposes by the drow of the House of Bones and the Sons of Loricato and their Duergar allies. The gnome grits his face like he wants to spit, but is too polite to do so. I am Glim Bristle Lip, it is an honor to meet you both.

Sylana picks herself up and looks to see most of the gnomes are roughly her same height and size with slightly bigger bellies. They still look at her with unanswered questions in their eyes and not a single one has offered her anything to eat or drink. Sylana can smell the mushroom ale Owain and Tambovsky are drinking and see the honey dripping off the oat cakes they are eating.
Grumbling to herself, she looks the place over and it looks like a tidy, warm tavern, except for the bodies and the gore. She also notices that most of the gnomes are focused on Owain and Tambovksy and lining up to kiss their ankles or their feet. She is not sure because she can't see. This does give her an opportunity to look around. She sees the dead bodies of course, but with them are several large sacks bulging with stuff and two backpacks that are obviously human size.
Sylana is moving towards one of the packs when she sees Laura wave at her before the elf bends down and whispers to a gnome. The gnome pales as he looks at Sylana. He is clearly afraid of her. She watches him touch another gnome and whisper to him, who looks at her and then does the same to another gnome.
Fourteen gnomes later, the last gnome in line looks at her, looks behind him, seeing no one else, he reaches up fitting his cap tightly to his head and walks over towards her. He is not slow or hesitant, but definitely doesn't look happy, even though he smiles when he reaches her. The gnome has walnut brown hair, sun gold eyes and a ruddy complexion. He is also shorter than her, Hi, I am Turley Silversteen. Would you like some ale or an oatcake? he shyly asks, while holding out an aleskin and two of the cakes.

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"Why would we return to the Chancellery?" Tambovsky asks BristleLip. "We came for a purpose, and in the process a brave gnome was injured and a good priest gave his life. Were those sacrifices made so that we who survived could now return to exactly where we commenced the day?"

He looks at Owain and Sylana to see if they are in accord. If they are, he will continue.

"You say there are roads under the earth and known to you. You say they stretch across this town and into the hills and valleys that surround it. Lead us on these subterranean roads then ... lead us to the position underneath the camp of the grim-grinning goblins. We will rise through the dirt like black pudding and emerge to kill a Plomfleet."


 




 


 
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Sylana blinked slowly as the gnome introduced himself, but at first didn't say anything. She slung her own pack off her small shoulders, allowing it to land heavily on the floor. She propped it up against a nearby vertical surface and then took a seat against it, resting her back against the firm surface of the pack. A few things jiggled and moved at first as she settled against it, but after that she appeared quite snug. Her waist pouches, bulging with all sorts of intricacies, including her liberated spoils from the Yuan-Ti flopped to the side of her waist and rested on the floor. She put one hand on the pouches and then motioned for the gnome to take a seat. "Sit, Turley," she motioned, "Let me tell you a story." She waited for the gnome to respond before she continued.

"My father and mother were decent folk. I like to think they raised my brothers and sisters decent too. Most would call them that, at least." She leaned to her side and removed a waterskin which was strung to the outside of her backpack. She quietly too a sip. "You can imagine, then, the commotion that was caused, the sheer ruckus, when the daughter of such an upstanding family was found wanting. And the impact it had on them and the businesses. The details are not important. People just felt I was wrong. That's life, in many ways." She took another pause, waiting to see if Turley was intently listening or not. "They dragged me before the Mayor's Council, of which was father was a member, had all sorts of public verbal floggings and private discussions. And, of course, the stares. From everybody. The quiet whispers. The secret looks. The pulled faces that screamed what people wouldn't say to your face." She sighed a little.

"You can imagine the impact something like this could have on a little girl. Ostracised. Hated. Jeered at. Not an easy thing to be a part of." She sat upright for a moment, undid one strap of her pack, and removed some biscuits from her pack. Not too dissimilar to what her mother used to make. "You could ask yourself what's worse, you know. The impact on the little girl, or the impact on her family. My father, my mother, the family at large. Names were called, punches thrown between the siblings. The little ones were crying because they couldn't understand." She took a bite of the biscuit and quietly chewed it so that Turley could see the quiet answer to his questions. Then she took another drink of water, just make sure the point sank in.

"The thing is, I'm not a monster. It affected me." She glared at Turley, a little more steely-eyed that she had before. "You've heard the expression that a leopard cannot change its spots. It means, in short, that you can't change who you are. Who you were born to be, who you were made, if you believe that sort of thing. No doubt you gnomes have all sorts of preconceived or contrive notions and this, that, or even halfling girls." A little faster this time, she ate some more of her biscuit as she felt her stomach rumbling a little. All the activity meant that she'd not really eaten since a hasty bit of food from the kitchen of the Chancellery. She needed to keep her strength up after being down for so long. Those tunnels that people were talking about sounded interesting.

"Where was I? she mused. "Right, the impact on little girls and family. See. I cared, but I didn't care. I cared because they were family and they were affected, but I didn't care because I hadn't done anything wrong. Is it that hard to understand? I no longer argue the point. I'd lamented enough to my Uncle in the early days when I was forced to leave the family. Such is life." Having now finished her biscuit she took pains to strap the waterskin back to her pack. Then she stood up, flung the pack over one shoulder and nodded to Turley. "Turley. It's been a pleasure. Thank you for the offer of food and drink. Thank you for listening. Never, ever, change who you are. For anyone." Then she smiled and went about her business again. There were packs and sacks that needed her keen eyes.


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This was the second time someone mentioned his father today. That normally wouldn't be so odd, the man traveled and taught falconry to the nobles, but given the sources and the vision earlier, it seemed a little too coincidental. More mysteries to toss into the bag for later. "You know my Da? Everyone used to say I had his smile," Owain flashed one at Glim. "I saw it in a vision earlier, him and the hag. So it's true."

Owain sat and quietly endured all the fussing of the gnomes as he thought about what that meant. Was this Fomorian hag slaying recent? Was his Da near? They hadn't seen each other in a fair bit, it would be nice to see him. Owain was never one to linger at home, he was almost always out running or riding, but something about being away from home made its absence all the more noticeable.

Tambovsky was the first to speak and pull Owain from his quiet reverie. The Welshman nodded, it made sense. They'd accomplished something here today by removing a handful of wickedness from the world but there was still plenty to step in and fill the empty spots. If they could take out another of the leaders, they should.

"Well," Owain said as he stretched his back and rolled his shoulders, "we should make sure Father Keth gets back to the Chancellery so they can perform his rites but, aye. Today is a fine day to fix one of my mistakes and kill Plomfleet. Knowing the hidden ways would be a boon to be sure. We've already met some of those drow and their evil friends, clearing that rubbish out would be a bonus."

Owain stood and brushed himself off, stretched once more, and cracked his neck. He hadn't missed that bit about The Sorrow either. Just what exactly was it about Blaud Hill that attracted evil like a fly to dungfel pryf i dom?

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Owain & TambovskyOwain rest his head back against the wall. The stone is cool and welcoming, soothing his bruises and quieting the drums in his head. He remembers seeing a figure with horns, antlers sprouting from the side of his head, just above the ears. The creature had the head of a deer, but it was the size of an elk and the horns spiraled almost straight up, rather than out and away. Owain knew for certainty he had seen the Master of the Hunt.
That thought slowly settled in him and he realized his father, who taught hawking and hunting, and loved his mother and he and his sister with unwavering affection, was somehow connected to the Mythical Hunter of Evil. He too was now touched by that same thing, that same power. Of this, he was certain. What it meant for him, he didnt' know. Tambovsky's voice breaks into his thoughts and brings him back to the moment and the gnomes offering them food and kissing his ankles.

Glim winces a bit as he listens to Tambovsky and the warrior mentions Plomfleet. That little goblin is obviously known to Glim and the gnomes. Plomfleet lives in the forests and hills of the East Downs. We have no roads to him. The Black Bones, Plomfleet's tribe, once tried to dig tunnels to attack us but we collapsed them, burying many goblins making the beetles and worms happy with such a feast. Besides, attacking Plomfleet is so very dangerous. Dwurg guards him and Dwurg fears none but the Sorrow and Broad Bones.
Glim smiles when he mentions 'Broad Bones.' The smile passes quickly as he moves on to say, We can take you to where Gomflur gathers the Gloom Drudes. Gomflur was once Plomfleet's apprentice but surpassed Plomfleet among the Sons of Loricato when Plomfleet refused to do their bidding and capture Lady NightFall and kill Lady Danicea of Vivar.
Both Owain and Tambovsky look at each other as they realize Glim Bristlelips doesn't realize that the "Lady of Vivar is only a few feet away, preparing Father Keth's body for transport and burial. Not seeing their look, Glim continues, Gomflur is something else entirely. Plomfleet is mean spirited but Gomflur is evil, more so than Plomfleet could ever stomach. Which is why Plomfleet left the Gloom Druids and is now hunted by them. That is why Plomfleet is hiding in the East Downs.
Glim turns when Owain flashes his eyes and asks about his "Da." Glim's eyes widen at the thought of meeting Gwalchmie before he says,I have never met your father, I only know of his deeds and the slaying of the Hag Kaivra, the half blood Fomorian who has plagued the Far Wood for decades. Many a foe has faced her and fell, many a good heart, stout of courage has fallen before her dark heart. She advised and led the Glood Drudes in the Far Wood. She taught Plomfleet and Glomfur necromany, even summoning a Barghest to aid them. Lady Nightfall and Dame Almira destroyed the Barghest. A wonderous day indeed was that. As for your father, he now rests in Niela's care in Montpensier's Glade. He is recovering from the Hag's foul breath and poisoned talons.

Lauria, who had been kneeling quietly the whole time, listening and nodding, says in her hoarse voice, Tam, if you wish to hunt the Gloom Drudes, you should. I can accompany Father Keth's body back to the Chancellery and see to his care. She pauses, hanging her head almost in shame, I am spent, I have no spells left and will not without rest. I need to steep myself in reverie or sleep before I can be of any use to you. I am sorry for my shortfall

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SylanaSylana slings her pack to the floor, the movement and noise startling Turley and the other gnomes. They acted like they expected it to explode or do something horrible. Two of the gnomes standing back by the wall actually winced. Turely recovered quickly and gave her a nervous smile before following her directions and sitting down. Once he settled on the floor, he looked up at her like a small child waiting for ‘story time’ to begin. She started telling the story and the more she spoke, the more comfortable Turley became. He listened intently to what she was saying. She was certain he didn’t miss anything. A couple of times he looked like he wanted to ask a question, but kept silent and still out of respect. He was really quite well behaved.
As she is talking, two more gnomes join Turley and then two more and another and another so by the time she finishes there are fifteen gnomes sitting around her, intently listening to her story. They seem to understand and empathize with her. Two of them offer her a honey oat cake and one brings her a small mug of mushroom ale, very politely holding it out for her to take. Someone, a gnome more than likely also left her a pair of lavender colored mittens with rabbit fur lining.
When she finishes, Turley shushes the others and says, We are not monsters either, but there was a time many thought so. We were called ‘capricious’ and ‘spiteful’ and ‘unruly.’ Unruly is a distressing thing to say to a person. That is why the first Faerie Queen and our “Mother,” sung the Fey Wilde into the song of Creation. She made a home for us, away from the other children like elves and men and goblins’. The other gnomes are looking at Turley now and nodding and encouraging him to tell more though Sylana is certain the gnomes had heard this story a hundred times if not more already.
Then the Shadow came and the Fomor started hunting us and our Queen Mother was betrayed and captured and sent away. That is when the Fox came and jumped over the moon and brought us to Middle Earth. Several of the gnomes start clapping at that, then they all get up and pass back through the illusion. The same place where they took Pippen. Only Turley remains, his face soft and thoughtful. I will be back in a bit. Do you want anything?
Sylana watches Turley move into the kitchen and then looks to the packs and pouches and sacks just laying on the floor, practically inviting her to look at them.
Owain and Tambovsky and Lauria attracted most of the attention of the gnomes and the others were now helping Lady Danicia with Father Keth. As far as she could tell, no one was watching her. She snuck quickly over to the closet pack and quickly noticed the musty smell coming from it. The dark green leather was quite worn and scratched, but it had been oiled and recently sewn on one side. Jostling it a bit, she heard the distinct clink of copper coins mingling together. This pack was a bit heavy and opening it, she saw it was half full of copper pieces, odd bits of cheap jewelry and gold pins in the shape of toads and salamanders. She also spied two clover leaf green candles, half burned down.
She moved to the next pack and stopped just before she touched it. Something felt wrong here. She looked over the pack and lifted the back flap that closed over the top and covered the back portion of the pack. She uncovered a strange looking symbol. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it felt wrong, like a fevered face. When she brought her hand close, her skin tightened and starting shrinking! She pulled her hand back before her fingers became more skeletal than real.
The symbol reminded her of a melted candle only it was a dagger shape that had melted. A melted dagger? She had not seen or heard about anything like that. She gingerly opened the pack and saw several scrolls tightly rolled and bound with silk ties. She recognized the cursive lettering on two of the scrolls as Byzantine or Latin. She wasn’t sure which. She was certain this pack had belonged to a Cleric of some kind. She didn’t reach inside, not yet anyway.
She set that pack aside and opened a pouch of soft linen with a velvet soft string tying it close. She smelled lavender coming from the pouch. Looking inside, she saw two bars of wheat colored soap and another bar that was white with streaks of light green running through it. She sensed the soap bars were magical. They also smelled wonderful. As the scents wafted up and around her, she felt like she was taking a bath. She set that pouch aside and picked up another that jingled. Opening it she found two small belts with bells attached, a pair of green slippers with small silver bells on the end of the toes and a green jester’s cap with tassels and more little silver bells attached to them.
She picked up another sack and found a jewelry casket made of rich brown teak. The casket smelled of leather and linseed oil and was smooth as ice. She could find no decorations or symbols on the casket and it made no noise when she gently shook it. The clasp was locked and in the shape of some kind of Water Nymph or faery. She could see recent scratches in the gold where someone tried to pry the clasp open with a dagger or something similar. She pulled her tools out and quickly opened the casket. She heard a soft ‘pop’ and the casket lid rose slowly, opening on its own. Inside the casket was a velvet covering and laying in the casket was a slim, sharply pointed dagger with a hilt in the shape of a toad. The blade was blued steel and she saw her reflection in the dagger’s blade. She touched the blade and then gingerly picked it up. As she held it, she felt and saw the dagger shifting, changing shape in length and weight to fit her hand and her size. She saw an image of herself throwing the dagger far farther than she had thrown anything before. She saw the dagger fly through the air and then it was in her hand again! She blinked, the dagger was still in her hand, almost nestling in her palm like a kitten curling up to sleep. Before she could do more, she saw Turley out of the corner of her eye. He was coming over with another, older gnome.

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With Glim's last words, everything changed for Tambovsky.

"You are telling us that the father of Owain ap Gwalchmei of Snowdonia lies somewhere near--this Montpensier's Galde--recovering from a Hag's attack?"

He looks to Owain and Sylvana and then back to Glim.

"Do your underground roads lead to this place? If so, those of you who can deliver Father Keth to the Chancellery will receive the Saints' blessings ... but the Saints also wish for us to protect our own while we occupy these bodies and live on this land. Take us there, to this Montpensier's Galde!"


 




 


 
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