Inside the carriage. As the halfing took careful steps around to look inside, he could see the expected bits and pieces of all sorts of weapons,...
No touchy! The gnome grinned with satisfaction. "I call it the Hogswallop Multi-tubed stick of simoultaneous shooting, or HMS-TOSS. As for the...
"Mrm. Stick around kid, I want to here a verdict on what happens next from these three..." He says, gesturing to Feldon, the PRAT and the Halfling.
He nodded and took the bag from the boy, running a hand through it. He took about three fifths out and left the rest in, tossing the pouch back to...
"In here!" Came a familiar voice, resonating from inside a large black and white painted wagon parked to the side of Madame Toussade's. The...
The kite-powered wagon.. Pentalope grinned in delight and slapped the boy on the shoulder. "Good work old bean, good work!" He rummaged...
Children-Good for more then tasty ogre snacks! The gnome looked the boy up and down again and scratched his fuzzy white beard. Spinning a...
Oh, dear. Mister Bates had an unfortunate accident with my sword. But now, how do I find the black mountain clan? Aiie.
The gnome nodded to the mage-boy, but said little. "Sleep would be nice. But I must wait for these two to make their decision on where they are...
Oi, indeed. Guards were walking up with the dwarf, which was strange, since he did start the fight. In any case, Pentalope backed himself away...
Getting out of hand. The gnome backed away from the scrapping duo, now a trio as the halfling grabbed the gun away. His first inclination was to...
Pentalope resisted the urge to try and shoot the flying shiny coin out of the air. "Heads." He said, fidgeting with the trigger carefully.
"Ahh, yes! My friend from the sewers. Many greetings, Messire Cole. And, methinks we did enough damage between us all to not have to worry about...
"A pleasure good Dwarf and Messire Feldon, both." He handed a coin to the Sheep Mage, which was warm, but thankfully not gooey, though almost....
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