Perception: 1d100 = 62: 62
vs 30% +25% vs Concealment, Camouflage, & Palming (skills) & vs non-magic/psionic illusions
JIC: 1d20 = 10: 10
and 1d100 = 32: 32
Tindish stands over the girl looking at her sweet calm face sleeping, thinking to himself, All alone in this wild world. You were quite lucky that Theron found you little one. I know a little about being alone with no family. I know a little about strangers coming to your rescue. We will find you some family to be with.
Tinidsh sighs and looks up in time to hear Trask's question.
Tolliver Trask wrote:"Tindish, are you a member of whatever Tribe, Thom asked about?" Trask asks bluntly.
Tinidsh looks Trask dead in the eyes, "No!, I am a proud kobold of the Algor Mountain Clan and the Kix Fief. So named for my father. I don't know of this clan specifically. I do know there are kobolds to our south that are of lesser character."
Tindish looks down toward his feet and kicks the grass, "I have met some of these lesser Kolbods."
The kobold sighs and looks back at Trask with a sadness in his eyes. "I would not call these kobold kin. They are savage and uncivilized. Even more so than the folks of Llorn. They would just as soon rob you and leave you for dead. I know first hand."
As he finishes speaking he sees Bonk walking back, "Were you able to talk with the grumpy little bugger?"
Bonk Boree wrote:He walks back to the cart where Tindish is trying to retrieve the little girl. "Please to leave little Trask Gang Mascot in peace until is fully rested, traveling buddy..." Bonk soothes. "She has been through rough time already and will need strength back to travel to Greenbough, even in cart, yes?" Once he's made sure she's still sound asleep he turns to the others.
Tinidsh looks at Bonk confused, "I wasn't, wait. You don't believe the gnome, do you?"
Tinidsh look around at Durak and Trask, "You all think I am a monster, don't you? This gnome has corrupted you?"
Bonk Boree wrote: "Bonk has had enlightening chat with Master Collector. Bonk wants to ensure job is still job. Bonk wants to ensure that friend Durak gets promised recommendation. Bonk wants to make sure little girl gets to Greenbough. But none of these can happen if we sit here for rest of day arguing..." he pauses and gives Durak and/or Trask a quick 'I'm-sorry-about-this' grimace where Tindish can't see. "So Bonk must apologize for saying ঘুমের মেঘ!
As Bonks speaks the words, a 20' x 20' cloud of sleep spell materializes centered on Tindish. If he doesn't immediately succumb, Bonk puts his hand on his shoulder. "Please relax and let it take you, traveling buddy. Trust Bonk just like when Bonk pulled you out of sewer ditch." Hopefully Bonk won't have to repeatedly cast the spell but will if it means putting the kobold out for a quick power nap.
Tindish's eyes start to get heavy and he quickly realizes what is going on. As he fades to sleep he manages one last word. Softly he asks, "Why?"
Bonk Boree wrote:Once Tindish is asleep, Bonk picks him up and quickly carries him to the gnome. "Master Collector wants proof? Here is proof..." he says as he pulls up Tindish's sleeves so the gnome can see his forearms. Once the gnome is satisfied Bonk carries Tindish back to the cart where the places him back down gently and cancels his sleep spell. He also helps anyone who fell over asleep back up and cast his healing spell on anyone who may have suffered bumps/bruises/etc as a result.
As Tindish drifts off he is transported to a place he never wished to be again....
Walking along the path Tindish was greeted by three Kobold. They seemed friendly enough. The three were joking and laughing to each as they glanced back at Tindish. ”Hello Friends!”
Tindish offered gleefully. The first Kobold sneered at him responding, ”What are you supposed to be?
Tinidshed smiled, confused at the question, thinking, well a kobold, just like you.
Tinidsh offered the group his name, ”I am Tinidsh, of the algor mountain kobold. I am travelling to meet with other kobold in hopes of expanding our trades routes. Would you good kobold, by chance, be so kind to show me the way to your community?”
The three broke out into a hearty laughter, patting each other and pointing at Tindish. His confusion grew slightly more, ”I love jokes and tails, might you share yours with me?”
The sneering Kobold immediately stopped laughing and turned to Tindish, ”You are the joke!”
With that the three savage kobold started to attack Tindish. Caught off guard and filled with utter surprise and confusion he wasn’t able to react quick enough. By the time he had even thought to fight back the trio had beaten him down and dragged him to a water filled ditch. Here they made haste in their attempt to drown the ill fated kobold.
Suddenly though, the pressure holding the kobold under the water ceased and Tinidsh was lifted from the water, in front of him stood a giant ogre...
As the spell wears off, Tindish starts to come to, awaking from his dream half aware with Bonk standing in front of him. ”Where did they…”
, he starts to ask but quickly realizes he is no longer in the ditch. He looks at Bonk with the deepest sadness in his eyes. His ears droop and the kobold seems defeated.
Bonk Boree wrote:"Bonk extends most sincerest apologies, friends..." he says with a sheepish expression. "Bonk and friend Theron were at impasse with Master Collector who would not be satisfied with anything short of visual proof. Bonk does not enjoy using sleep spell on friends and hopes that circumstances never necessitate it again."
He turns back to the gnome with a pained expression. "Is proof enough proof now? Can job please be job again? Can friend Durak please get recommendation again? Can Master Collector and traveling buddy please at least be civil to one another now?" he shoots a quick pleading glance to Tindish before returning his gaze to the gnome. "And most important question -- can Trask Gang plus Master Collector please resume journey?"
Tinidsh looks at Bonk then looks to the gnome. Turning back to the Bonk he says, ”He I understand, but you. You have always been so kind. You have always treated me with respect.”
Tinidsh drops his head and makes his way to his feet. Still feeling groggy, he Shakely walks to Zinn. He mounts his pony and tries to gain his composure. He looks around at the group with a mix of sadness, confusion, and anger. He asks, ”Are you all satisfied yet? Maybe you should cast again, strip me naked and beat me till I say what you want to hear. Better yet…”
Tinidsh trails off looking in the direction they were headed.
”Can we just get on with it. I have a sudden want to be done with this current adventure.”
Tindish heals his pony lightly and guides it in the direction they were going.