Molds, mildews, and fungi-- oh my! Or is your cave safe?
Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 1:49 pm
A response to DM Paranoid's "Strictly business" Pt. 2
"So... fellow Cave Inspectors..."
Mot McGee says with mirth in his eyes, his words recalling their successful con as he flashes a wry grin at the group in the hopes of lightening the mood. It does not however. The journey back from the cave where they found the woman's corpse had been a somber one thus far.
They had failed in their two goals. They had not been successful in returning the human lad Peter's mother to him-- alive at any rate and they had also failed to take any of the men responsible for her senseless tragic death alive either. It really was very sad and for all their efforts they still had no understanding of why it had happened.
"...what do you all make of this stone Drem heard mentioned? It must to be of some importance."
The woman hadn't had it the man had said. Why kill this simple woman over it? Or was she a simple woman? Perhaps she was more than she appeared? How had she appeared? Mot had never seen her alive and now she was but a lifeless corpse. She didn't appear too well. What sort of stone was it? Was it a magic stone? Perhaps it was a rune stone or a gem stone? He really rather doubted that it would be a sling stone.
Mot's thoughts race. He himself kept a large pouch of many different gem stones. He loved to rub them and seem how the different kinds shone in different light. Sometimes alone he would dump them out into one big pile. Oh how they glittered and made his heart glad. Putting his hand into the pouch now he rubbed at one now wondering which it was that he held in his hand currently. It soothed him.
Glancing over at their auspicious group he could see furrows on the three councilors brows. Two Istari mages and two members of the Gnomish religious community all told together-- they would get to the bottom of this. He was sure they had magical means of augur available to them. Perhaps they would still be able to learn more and gain some guidance to what should be their next move. For his part, Mot was sure that this was not over yet. It just couldn't end like this.
Continuing to grin despite the group's sagging spirits his gaze moves from the councilors to the two other Gnomes crossing the whole group as he tries to lighten the mood once again...
"Okay.. okay. All right. Stop me if you heard this one... An Elf, a Dwarf, and a Half-Orc all walk into the Elfsong and sit at the bar. The Elf orders first-- a glass of Westgate Ruby. The Dwarf follows asking for a mug of Dragon's Breath. Lastly the Half- Orc requests a pint of Luskan Black. The Elf then turns to the..."
"So... fellow Cave Inspectors..."
Mot McGee says with mirth in his eyes, his words recalling their successful con as he flashes a wry grin at the group in the hopes of lightening the mood. It does not however. The journey back from the cave where they found the woman's corpse had been a somber one thus far.
They had failed in their two goals. They had not been successful in returning the human lad Peter's mother to him-- alive at any rate and they had also failed to take any of the men responsible for her senseless tragic death alive either. It really was very sad and for all their efforts they still had no understanding of why it had happened.
"...what do you all make of this stone Drem heard mentioned? It must to be of some importance."
The woman hadn't had it the man had said. Why kill this simple woman over it? Or was she a simple woman? Perhaps she was more than she appeared? How had she appeared? Mot had never seen her alive and now she was but a lifeless corpse. She didn't appear too well. What sort of stone was it? Was it a magic stone? Perhaps it was a rune stone or a gem stone? He really rather doubted that it would be a sling stone.
Mot's thoughts race. He himself kept a large pouch of many different gem stones. He loved to rub them and seem how the different kinds shone in different light. Sometimes alone he would dump them out into one big pile. Oh how they glittered and made his heart glad. Putting his hand into the pouch now he rubbed at one now wondering which it was that he held in his hand currently. It soothed him.
Glancing over at their auspicious group he could see furrows on the three councilors brows. Two Istari mages and two members of the Gnomish religious community all told together-- they would get to the bottom of this. He was sure they had magical means of augur available to them. Perhaps they would still be able to learn more and gain some guidance to what should be their next move. For his part, Mot was sure that this was not over yet. It just couldn't end like this.
Continuing to grin despite the group's sagging spirits his gaze moves from the councilors to the two other Gnomes crossing the whole group as he tries to lighten the mood once again...
"Okay.. okay. All right. Stop me if you heard this one... An Elf, a Dwarf, and a Half-Orc all walk into the Elfsong and sit at the bar. The Elf orders first-- a glass of Westgate Ruby. The Dwarf follows asking for a mug of Dragon's Breath. Lastly the Half- Orc requests a pint of Luskan Black. The Elf then turns to the..."