Fun Gal Farmer Problems

Log Info

• Title: Fun Gal Farmer Problems
• Emitter: Jinks
• Characters: Galidor, Karasu, Knightmare, Lysos, Vaera
• Place: Kikniddledern Fungi Farm, Greater Alexandros
• Time: Tuesday, August 31, 2021, 5:30 PM
• Summary: An alchemist with a shop in Sage Orum's Plaza has noted the missed delivery of fungi from Eustangellabledine Kikniddledern, a longtime and reliable supplier. They place a contract with the adventurer's guild and send out five brave mercenaries to look in on the missing gnome. The quintet arrives at the time to find it seemingly deserted-- but only recently so. Several of the crew attempt to make contact with whoever might be in the house but only receive distant, muffled replies. The group is stymied by how to proceed but eventually muster a plan to breach the doors and look inside only after losing Karasu to fowl intervention. Galidor finds the home's side door to be unlocked and a nearly-comatose gnome just inside. Knightmare notes the gnome is coated is some manner of spore and Vaera observes Eustangellabledine has inhaled some manner of poison. They get the gnome outside into the sunlight while Vaera and Knightmare stay behind to explore the tiny house. Galidor manages to rouse the gnome enough to get a vague clue and Knightmare locates the indicated potion. Revivified (relatively speaker), Eustangellabledine offers half-mad rantings about her rivalry with the goddess Diana and reveals that one of her 'babies' is loose and likely to blame for her state. The mercenaries decide it's more important to get the gnome to a healer than engage in whatever an 'ascomoid' is for the moment and cart her away in a wheelbarrow.
• Encounter 1: CR Immeasurable
  • (2) Doors
• Encounter 2: CR5 XP1600
  • (1) CR5 Ascomoid (avoided)

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  Appearing, in Order  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Galidor      6'9"     265 Lb     Sith-Makar        Male      Sith-makar with golden claws.
Karasu       5'9"     125 Lb     Human             Male      Clearly a man of Xian decent with dark hair and eyes.
Knightmare   6'4"     294 Lb     War Golem         Female    A knightly construct on the hoof bearing heraldry of lost Dragonier.        
Lysos        5'6"     105 Lb     Human/Tsuran      Female    Dark eyed tsuran girl.
Vaera        7'0"     262 Lb     Sith-Makar        Female    A tall, dark red Makari with a wooden leg.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  Noteable NPCs  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 
Eustangellabledine Kikniddledern                  Gnome     A bushy-haired and bespectacled fungiculturist.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  As the GM  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 
Jinks        3'4"     39 Lb      Gnome             Male      A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry.
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It's simple enough, really; look in on Eustangellabledine Kikniddledern! The bushy-haired and bespectacled mushroom farmer was due to make a delivery the day-before-yesterday (Eliday, does nobody take a day off anymore?) and never showed. Never sent word. This apparently is a sufficient deviation from a characteristic adherence to appointment-keeping that an alchemist vendor based out of Sage Orum's Plaza has taken out a contract to investigate. Years (decades, even!) of timely deliveries and never a miss until the 29th of Callem, 1023.

They worry waiting the day to act on their concern may prove costly!

So, here you are! Half a day's ride outside of Alexandria at the head of a riding trail marked by a growth of crimson-and-alabaster mold clinging to the rooted base of some trees. A bit of a walk and you should find Eustangellabledine's farm home and (hopefully!) the gnomish lady.

You've traveled west into a refreshingly cool wind and the rain has been kind enough to leave its business behind to yesterday. It's afternoon but the wind has cleared the clouds and the sun has another few hours before it sets.

Lysos has gotten herself another horse. This one, like the last one, is no great catch... in fact, it has probably long since earned its place in the pastures to spend its last years... or months... in lazy idleness. It's likely that the merchant didn't want to risk any better stock on this particular tsuran. Either way, Lysos doesn't seem to notice.. or mind if she does.. how her ride won't be winning any prizes. She's content to just keep herself in the saddle, occasionally having to pull the horse's head away from the growth at the sides of the trail.

Karasu, is more than satisfied with his own two feet to convey him from one place to another. Given the rate at which Lysos' horse moves... that's probably for the best anyways. The xian man keeps to himself as is his wont, and his raven wheels freely through the sky for the moment though it stays fairly close at hand. In this manner, Karasu continues forward.

Galidor has all ready introduced himself to his party when they set out to go to his mushroom farmer's residence. It's been some time since he's gotten to go out adventuring. He doesn't have a horse as generally he's too big for one and he doesn't have a sharpclaw mount. He's more then happy to keep up on foot. "I wonder if we'll be fighting some giant mutated mushroom?" He asks aloud to try to get a bit of conversation started.

Vaera was around the guild, and so she caught the sudden posting, which seemed to require a fair bit of haste in dealing with. So it was that the red sith-makar was on the road with a swiftclaw, keeping it away from the horse, lest it got any ideas.

"Seems the place is certainly fitting for a mushroom farmer. Hopefully it is not an accident, and if it is, we are not too late. Be wary, some mushrooms release dangerous spores when disturbed. Do not poke at anything you are not one hundred percent certain on the identification of." She warns, turning back to the road, keeping an eye out, just in case.

Lysos lifts her nose up a bit, as if to smell the surrounding nature. "If we do fight something like that... I wonder if we'll be able to eat it?" she proposes. "Maybe fry it up. Make some gravy..." She pulls again on her reins as her horse starts to veer sideways off of the trail. Then she grins. "I think if I was the kind to not poke things I wasn't a hundred percent sure on, I wouldn't be out on this trail."

There's no shortage of fauna to spot on the way down the path; birds, rabbits, and squirrels seem to be in abundance and you even startle a drift of wild hogs. A few of the animals eye you curiously as you pass, others take a few cautious steps back from the trail, and the pigs become a streaking blur of mottled black, brown, and white fur in the underbrush.

The wind rustles through the trees quietly, adding an undercurrent to the idle animal sounds of the wilds. The path isn't exactly well-maintained but it's used often enough that it would be hard to lose in the light. There are a few low-hanging branches that have to be snapped or pushed back out of the way; everyone here is considerably taller than a gnome.

Karasu doesn't seem inclined to join in on the conversation going on between his comrades. He only introduced himself briefly and that had been after a length of breath that suggested he'd considered not introducing himself at all. So he moves gracefully, but quietly down the road, listening to the talk with half an ear and shaking his head mutely at it. It seems likely that he might have to rescue one of these people; as likely as that the gnome needs rescuing.

Galidor hmms as he continues along doing his best to duck under branches or hold them until his next companion has either passed or has them. "Considering that he sells his mushrooms to an alchemist you probably don't want to eat or touch any mushroom on the farmer's property." He looks over his shoulder at one of the wild pigs passes by. "I think we must be getting close I've heard that pigs love mushrooms."

"Do not poke them. Do you wish to pass out from your airway closing due to paralyzing spores?" Vaera continues to warn, looking over to Lysos. "It is possible the wild boar are here for the mushrooms. This one would consider hunting some, if time was not so pressing."

"Don't worry... with my luck, the spores would probably start eating my eyes and turn me into some kind of mold-zombie before they started closing my airway," Lysos assures Vaera, her voice full of confidence. Even so, she does pull her horse closer to the middle of the trail, making a visible effort to avoid even the branches reaching out from the nearest trees.

The trees thin quickly as the ground becomes more uneven and the grass breaks in spots under loose rocks and scree. The path bends as the earth gradually slopes up around it into hills.

And there it is! A dull, somewhat-run-down large-ish (but short!) home built into the mouth of a cave! The wood has faded with age and signs of a previous painting are little more than aqua-and-cantaloupe-colored flecks in sparse patches. A closed door (that might be large enough for a Khazad to enter comfortably) faces you. The path continues to the right of the house into the darkness of the hill's interior.

A well-tended garden sits outside of the cave surrounded by a low, wood-post-and-wire fence. At its center is a scare-gobber made out of old, rusted tools with a green-painted pony keg head and a ratty, threadbare black long coat. Thr crows like it so much there's a small murder decorating it further. One caws in protest as the quartet arrives.

Whatever the bird says, Wuya takes instant offense to it, cawing even more loudly and landing neatly on Karasu's shoulder. "Really?" Says the man, the first word he's uttered in some time and he looks at the crows as shortly as his raven does. The larger bird puffs up a bit, cawing again at the crows and Karasu shakes his head in some expression of emotion that doesn't show enough on his face to explain. He, not one to bother waiting about, heads to the door and knocks on it heavily.

<OOC> Vaera says, "I'd like to see if I can find any tracks outside."
<OOC> Galidor says, "Could I cast detect magic?"
GAME: Karasu rolls perception: (2)+6: 8
GAME: Galidor casts Detect Magic. Caster Level: 4 DC: 15
GAME: Galidor rolls perception: (16)+2: 18
GAME: Vaera rolls perception: (8)+8: 16
You paged Vaera with ‘Lots of little critter tracks from after the rains yesterday. Nothing that seems out of the ordinary! The pigs have grown more brazen recently.’
You paged Galidor with ‘No magic in the garden, the outside of the house, or the cave entrance.’

Lysos slides out of her saddle... having to dance on one foot for the moments it takes to untangle her other foot from the stirrup. A few undignified moments later, she's looping the reins around the fence near its gate and.. waiting there. Bright and enthusiastic leading to this point.. now the collection of crows seems somewhat forboding to her. "Bad omen, that," she points out. "Worse if we disturb them over much."

Galidor stops and he looks around for a bit. "I'll look to see if anything magical has happened." He casts a spell and his eyes light up with golden light as he starts to slowly look around for any signs of anything magical.

GAME: Vaera rolls survival: (2)+8: 10

"Well, there is some tracks here. Not too much, but animals have been around." Vaera notes as she takes a look around the grounds. Lot of pigs, which is a bit odd given how close it is to the house."

"It doesn't look too out of place at first glance. perhaps there is more in the home, or the cave."

Galidor finishes his look around the outside, "Nothing magical at least that I can see from out here, perhaps we should just go to the front door and knock to see if anyone is home. He could be ill and in need of assistance."

The crows are very interested in the individuals investigating the home and gardens. They shift when Lysos comes close to tether her horse and beat wings with cawing complaint shortly after, departing in a flurry of percussive flaps and loosed feathers. It's suspiciously close to when she mentions 'bad omens' but it's almost certainly a coincidence.

GAME: Vaera rolls perception: (11)+8: 19

Lysos clearly doesn't think it's a coincidence. Too slow off the draw to even duck, she watches the murder disappear into the sky and trees. "Maybe this isn't a good idea," she ventures. After all, the promise of fried mushroom was all but cut away already. "Oh well. What's the worst that can happen?" She gives her horse a pat on the neck, the old mare far too placid to even have reacted to the crows, before hiking her skirts up enough to head for the door.

GAME: Lysos rolls perception: (2)+6: 8
GAME: Galidor rolls perception: (20)+2: 22
GAME: Galidor rolls sense motive: (7)+2: 9
GAME: Vaera rolls sense motive: (1)+4: 5 (EPIC FAIL)
You paged (Galidor, Vaera) with ‘There is a second door on the side of the house inside the cave. There's also the sound of a voice coming from inside the house but it sounds very, very far away.’

Galidor moves up towards the door as he continues to look around. The crows are noticed but he's more interested in the house. He pauses and he leans in a bit to hear something, "I think someone is inside. I can hear a voice, but I can't make out what they are saying. There's also a second door on the side of the house." He says pointing it out.

Karasu disappears back down the path, pursuing Wuya as the raven chases the fleeing crows. He half-grumbles something about returning shortly and being careful in his absence.

The Xian fellow darts past Knightmare, who had been holding the path and surveying the house and farm the whole time.

"There is another door on the side. And voices. I cannot make out more at this distance, however." Vaera speaks to those nearby as she circles the building. "Someone is up here, whether it is the farmer we are looking for, remains to be seen. We should proceed carefully."

Lysos bobs her head a few times, very pointedly taking a step, two, further away from the door. "Well. Nobody expects the front door when there's a side door right?"

The cave, thankfully, is tall enough that no one has to squat (but the sith would do well to duck their heads). The entrance sits in deep shadows and smells strongly of multiple mingling, pungent odors. Both the cave wall and the side of the house are dotted with hooks from which hang bundles, bags, and the occasional potted specimen. A sort of store room.

The path ends at a narrow gate, closed for now. The wood construction is old and slapdash but seems sturdy-enough on an initial inspection.

Astride the massive destrier, the morbid countenance of the War Golem calling herself Dame Betrys (though some whispers around the guild hall refer to her as the Knightmare), swivels atop her neck as she watches the Xianese fellow move past her before she deigns to dismount. With a soft stroke of the charcoal neck she intones a hollow, "Hold, old friend, and be ready." and swings a leg over the armored beast to set her hooves, one after the other, to the path proper. She unhooks her shield from the saddle and clamps it to her arm before she starts to approach the house with the others, asking, "What have we thus far, friends?" in a low volume that only makes it sound slightly less like it's coming from inside of a cave.

Galidor looks over towards the War Golem, "Hello, so far we don't have a lot. No magic on the outside, we did hear a voice on the inside and were about to go in and investigate, at least I was I don't know about anyone else." He looks around to see what the others plan on doing.

"I will be right behind you," Lysos promises, taking another step back. Soley to make room for intimidating figure of Dame Betrys, of course.

Vaera dismounts her swiftclaw, gives them a pat on the flank and an offering of jerky which is snapped up quickly before she ties off the reins.

She looks to the newcomer, and nods. Interesting, digitigrade artifice legs were uncommon. She would have to ask another time. "Yes, we reached the building and farm. But have not found the owner yet, just voice further inside." They explain.

Hmmm... Doors, eh...?

Stalwart foes, they are...

Betrys draws up alongside her fellows and nods, "I can take this door, if one of you can cover the other. Perhaps any windows as well, if there is some perfidy here, the villains may rabbit or fight." She shifts slightly and pans her gaze across the team, "Have we tried makig contact with the inside, yet?" as she extends her hand toward the door.

"Yeah..." Lysos says, bobbing her head yet again, seeming to agree with the knightly figure, then putting a finger to her nose, looking at the others. "Maybe I'm not the best one for that," she suggest. "We haven't said anything yet because.. I think.. we're worried things aren't good inside, and we didn't want to let anyone know?" Not that there'd been much of an effort for stealth to this point.

Galidor starts to move around toward the side door. "We haven't tried to yet, we were just about to when you got here." He says as he stands far enough back to watch to wait for the others to go in the front door

"The owner has not missed a shipment in several years." Vaera adds to Lysos' comment. "So the concern was relatively swift. And it seems like there has been activity with boars enroaching on the land."

She looks to the doors, and nods. "We should be careful moving inside, I feel. If they did not answer the door, something may have happened, and the other inside may have something to do with it.

Just in case, she tries the front door, testing for any locks.

The front door has a simple handle but appears to be latched or barred from the inside. There's some wiggle in the old frame but it does not open.

Galidor sees Vaera trying the front door and he goes to try the side door.

Knightmare takes in the words of her comrades and nods, "As you say, then. Be ready, I would do this peacefully if we may, but we do not always get what we want."

The armoured hand presses it's fingers together as Betrys rap-rap-raps against the door with their tips with nearly the force of a human fist, "Master Kikniddledern, " she starts smoothly, her internal bellows pumping a little harder than normal for added volume, thankfully she has no tongue to get tangled on the moniker, "I am Dame Betrys of Dragonier, might we have a word, please?"

Very peacefully, her hand then lowers to unfasten the strap across her hilt.

While Vaera tests the door and Knightmare announces the assembled party's presence, Lysos pulls a slim wand from her belt, holding it with something of an unfamiliar air. She does not invoke its magics, not yet, but she's clearly nervous.

You try the side door and it opens easily. Ducking to look inside reveals a cramped home-cum-workshop crammed with living furniture, crates for storage, a bench and table busy with tools and all manner of glassware, and hanging bundles of fungus everywhere.

Fallen just out of reach beyond the door is a crumpled, gnome-sized body with a chaotic bush of copper-colored hair.

When the dame knocks on the front door Galidor notes the subtlest of movements and a distant, strained response. He's reminded of weak, mewling younglings.

GAME: Galidor rolls perception: (5)+2: 7

Galidor calls out, "Side door is open and I think I found our person." He says as he leans down a bit. He takes in a deep breath before he ducks his head inside and he hmms as he still hears the sound of mewling. He tries to reach in to grab the gnome's body to bring him out incase the poor gnome is still alive but just passed out.

GAME: Galidor rolls heal: (7)+2: 9
<OOC> Jinks says, "If Knight or Vaera want they can attempt to force the front door with a strength check. Or you can just come to the side and join Galidor there. Whatever's clever."

The prone gnome offers no resistance as Galidor pulls at her; she's limp as a rag, in fact. Her eyes are barely open under heavy lids and she issues a distant, wordless groan without moving her lips. Her clothing is worn-but-practical and she's likely been here awhile as she's covered in a thin layer of dust.

Galidor can at least recognize that the gnome woman is breathing. He doesn't have a healing potion, but he can call out, "I found who we are looking for, she's been hurt. Anyone have a healing potion?" He asks as he tries to do his best to make the gnome comfortable. He watches the side door incase whatever is making those mewling noises comes out.

Vaera tests the door more, but does not force it. "Front is locked. But it seems the side one is open fine." She states. And the comment from Galidor makes her look to where they entered and exited, and they help the gnome out. "They live, yes, but what lead to this, I wonder?"

Knightmare steps around the structure toward the call that they have their gnome, "Is she alive?"

With the Sith's question, she nods, "I do, here." as she closes the remaining distance, sinking to her haunches, tip of her kite shield sticking into the dirt for extra balance as her free hand plucks a small red filled vial from one of her belt pouches.

Off where she'd dismounted, there is a bored whicker from the russet maned monster she rides, and the irritable flick of a tail, probably smiting a fly.

GAME: Vaera rolls heal: (8)+6: 14
GAME: Knightmare rolls perception: (8)+9: 17
You paged Vaera with ‘The gnomish woman doesn't appear to be wounded. You'd guess poisoned. The skin around her mouth and nose is irritated. The poison has likely run its course considering the timeline of her missed appointment and she's just suffering the resulting effects. She'll require care in her current state but will likely recover.’

Lysos feels for one of her belt pouches briefly.. then drops her hand as Knightmare strides away from the door to move to Galidor and the mushroom farmer's assistance. She hesitates a moment, then follows.. a pace that's a mix between not wishing to be left behind, but not eager to rush into anything either.

GAME: Lysos rolls perception: (1)+6: 7 (EPIC FAIL)

Galidor nods his thanks to Dame Betrys, 'Thank you Dame Betrys." He says as he uncorks the healing option and he holds the gnome woman's nose as he tries to force feed her the healing potion.

"Well, she was not injured, is the good news. But something has happened to poison her, most likely." Vaera explains as she crouches down, wooden leg bent while her good leg was underneath her to look over the gnome. She gestures to her mouth and nose. "Both show signs of irritation. It is possible she inhaled something?"

She looks to the potion, and slides backwards. Healing potions worked differently from normal fluids, it should be alright. In the meantime, she ducks into the house, taking a look around to see if she could find anything that led to her current state.

Vaera looks back, and peers out of the house suddenly. "The potion is likely unnecessary, though. She should be helped into a position to keep her airway open, and care from proper healers in town, most likely, just to recover."

Galidor ohs as he's all ready half way through feeding the gnome the potion. He lets her finish it and hands the empty bottle back to Dame Betrys, "Sorry about that Dame Betrys. I didn't mean to waste your potion."

Knightmare's hand extends outward toward Galidor, "Wait! That isn't dust!"

She can't frown for lack of lips, though her tail lashes some as the situation perhaps escalates, "If the substance is causing difficulty breathing, perhaps I should explore inside? My bellows are simply for communication."

Lysos squints at the open door, recalling something Vaera said earlier. "Is it those spores you mentioned earlier?" she asks. "I may have some magic that might help clear it out." A pause. "Or it might make it worse."

Galidor looks at his own claws, "Well I've all ready touched her." He tries to be careful as he picks up the gnome to carefully move her towards a more secure and open spot so hopefully the fresh air will help.

GAME: Knightmare rolls perception: (19)+9: 28

Knightmare nods to Galidor, "Well thought. We should all probably cleanse ourselves once we've the chance."

There is a muffled clank of clamps unlocking from her arm, leaving the kite shield standing from the soil as the Knight of Dragonier starts to make her way inside the structure as soon as the way is clear.

"If it is spores, best for myself not to investigate, lest this one becomes another liability." Vaera replies as she quickly exits the small home. And she gives Galidor a curious look. "If you feel lightheaded or any strange sensations Galidor, then let us know. You may need to rest as well."

At the offer from Lysos, she shakes her head. "She should recover without it, and better not to risk it, in that case. Thank you for the offer however."

Galidor doesn't notice anything immediately alarming as he moves the gnomish woman. Perhaps the dusting has done what damage it can or the remaining coat isn't of sufficient quantity to harm the larger sith. As she's taken from the dark cave interior into the bright afternoon sun lightly her eyes squint close and she begins to move her mouth.

Galidor does his best to get the gnome comfortable and he nods as he moves to sit next to her. He watches over the gnomish woman as he nods to Vaera's suggestion. "I'll let you know if I start to feel ill." As it looks like the woman is saying something he leans in closer trying to hear.

Knightmare is an awful lot of polished steel trying to occupy not a lot of space and the result is not exactly sweet harmony. There are some bumps and scrapes and tinks and thuds as she war machine tries to carefully enter the tightly packed space without breaking anything and it's some time before she feels she has enough of a survey to remark, "It seems she was in the middle of her harvesting when she succumbed, but... none of these plants look like they produced the residue afflicting her." with some hint of uncertainty in her tone. She fidgets a little further inside, then, "There are two red Phials, and a round bottle with some sort of... milky substance within. Does any of this sound familiar?"

Lysos shrugs her shoulders and nods, remaining outside and back from the door, close to Galidor and the mushroom farmer. Probably just in case the gnomish woman takes a turn for the worse, but her gaze locked on the open door where Knightmare stepped through suggests there may be more to the reason.

It takes Galidor a moment as he has to listen really closely to the gnome woman's mumbled words. He hears Dame Betrys, "The gnome woman is saying something along the lines of desk and white. That's all I can make out from what's she's saying. It could be the antidote."

"I do not know the alchemy of this land well. It could be something she was working on." Vaera suggests. "As to if it's the antidote? It is hard to tell, but seems not worth guessing, if she will be alright."

Vaera finished her writings at the door and stepped over to where the gnome was. "White? Desk?" Vaera asks. "Did you have something on your desk?"

Lysos opens her mouth, raising her finger for a moment... then she eyes Vaera, listens.. then closes her mouth, moving her finger to tap her lips instead. She considers a moment further, then puts forward, "I don't think she'd be struggling to ask for it if she didn't want it.."

The gnomish woman might be nodding or it might be a shiver. It's hard to tell. Her right arm shakes as she attempts to lift it.

Knightmare can't exactly shift enough to look back out at the team, but she does nod for her own benefit at the word from outside, "I will see if I can pass it back out to you." she calls back. She plants a knee for stability's sake and, with as much care as possible, reaches out for the milk bottle...

GAME: Vaera rolls spellcraft: (20)+5: 25

"The white vial is not natural. It is magical." Vaera offers once the vial is passed out. "Restoration magic, it seems. I do not think it would harm them to take it. It may counteract the lingering effects of the poison."

GAME: Vaera rolls 1d4: (1): 1

It takes time for the gnomish woman the quaff the entirety of the potion but near the end she manages to weakly lift her arm and help steady the bottle. A soft cough and then a deep, billowing breath has her eyes open most of the way. She still doesn't sit up but she manages to tilt her head and squint at each of the adventurers standing over her. Finally, she gives the faintest, tiniest of victorious smiles.

"ha haha green lady, giver of fruits, and mother of nature another battle and i'm still not compost yet you can turn my babies against me and try to drown me in my own genius but you can't finish the job properly and a band of sell swords who take a suspiciously long time debating the merits of feeding me the weakest restorative i've ever sampled will make sure I'm carried away and put into the care of a competent goddess haha ha hahaha." She has to be stopping for air but it's hard to tell. And she's quiet at least so you can always walk away if you don't want to listen to her rantings.

Knightmare, while hardly at an optimized position in the cramped confines of the homemaker's lab, waits patiently for indication if she should come out of not. With the new voice sounding out, she wonders, "What's that?"

Galidor watches as the gnome starts to come around, "Hello, sorry for taking so long are you Eustangellabledine Kikniddledern? What happened to you?" He asks and then looks towards the door, "It's the gnome woman, we just fed the potion too. She's starting to come around. I think you can come out. Oh do you hear any mewling?" He asks as he could have sworn he had heard some before.

Vaera was by the door with journal in hand, and she looks up to see Knightmare looking out and speaking. She chuffs and steps away from the door, looking to the gnome.

"You are welcome for the concern about whether or not we may be poisoning you. It was a potion you yourself had in home, so apologies if it was not particularly potent." She states.

"She still sounds delirious," comments Lysos, eyes shifting away from the house to the surrounding wilderness instead when the small woman makes mention of 'babies.'

"That hack tsura witch alchemist makes the potions i provide properly potent raw materials for her potables haha ha" Her rantings are interrupted by a wet coughing fit producing dark phlegm she makes an effort to wipe away. "i need my glasses you can put me in the wheelbarrow behind the house just grab the comfy blankie off my bed and wheel me to the infirmary but don't go inside the cave farm the ascomoid is loose ha and the strongest i've ever encountered hahahaha rue the day i became your rival green lady you are bested."

Knightmare does a little clippy-cloppy crabwalk of her hooves against the floorboards as she tries to turn a little in the tiny place, "As you say, then, I"m coming out!" she advises. She sets her palms against the floor and starts to back her way out, facilitated some by the format of her leg joints, though still impeded by her sheer size and armoured shell.

"There was no sign of a place for children in the house." Vaera notes with another look inside. Mostly out of curiosity to see how Knightmare would navigate out of the building. She looks to the cave, and sighs. "Our first concern should be getting her somewhere safe. It would be dangerous if there is a threat of some sort inside, and those investigating should be prepared to deal with it."

Lysos takes a step away from the gnome, looking at her sideways, absolutely sure the little lady has been.. experimenting. In more ways than one. "I'll... go get the wheelbarrow," she offers, then heads in the direction of the back of the house.

"And my blankie i can't ride in that awful thing without my blankie and my glasses i can hardly see." Knightmare may've noticed the tangled brass remains and crushed, sparkly powder path her construct frame smeared into the floor of the house. That might've been a pair of glasses in another, less-compressed life. "i'm also very thirsty and need water if i die of thirst on the way back to the city you won't be paid haha but you'll have succeeded where the mother of nature has failed so many times ha hahaha."

That was Eustangellabledine, obviously.

GAME: Vaera rolls knowledge/nature: (3)+5: 8

"You will likely not die of dehydration on the way back." Vaera says with a glance to where the wheelbarrow was. "Your blanket may be covered in spores, it would be unwise to use it right now."

Vaera turns to her swiftclaw who was waiting patiently. She pulls a bedroll out of a bag, and sets that in, instead. "Perhaps on the way back, you could tell me more about how your limbs work, Dame Betrys? If that is alright."

Knightmare is a little bit of rockin' and shifting her hooves out before easing onto the, while her hands provide stability and extra motive force, like a horse backing out of a stall, only even less graceful for the limited play of her joints. Once her peripheral vision registers open sky over her head, the construct knight rises to the full from her hooves and draws her shield from the dirt, though the woman's words give her pause, "I... believe I might have accidentally crushed them, madame...." she replies in a rueful tone.

"But don't worry," Lysos adds on the tail of Knightmare's unfortunate admission. "Where we're going, you don't need eyes. I mean, you don't need to see. Because you can sleep. While we get you back to town."

"Dana sends an interesting agent to hinder my studies" The gnome narrows her eyes at Knightmare's strange form, committing her to memory as one of her rival's minions. She then twists awkwardly to consider the bedroom as Galidor lifts her towards the wheelbarrow. "yes, yes, up and onto the padded roll that looks sufficiently comfortable the asconoid will keep for now and if i am satisfied with my return perhaps you can be contracted to recapture my rogue baby."

-End