Ellya
oi mate
Faynorae
Glancing out of the cave for a second, you do notice the shape of a large winged creature taking into the air. It is far, far away though, and seems to be traveling away from where you currently are, going northward.
QizPizza BarrenThin2 dr xenon Faynorae
As the gnome with the pipe walked ahead, he kept glancing over his shoulder to see the group following. With a grumpy mumble, he sped up his pace to almost a jog, but his legs were nowhere near long enough to really outrun any of them.
You were all led past a room with two long tables in it and a stout wooden cabinet against the east wall. Each table had five gnome-sized chairs on each long end, and one at the head of it, making for a total of 22 chairs. You continued into the next hallway however, and as Jean-Paul asked his question, the gnome pocketed his pipe and tied his apron more tightly around his waist. "Pfheh!" He scoffed. "'The king'... Good luck with that crazy fool. Anyway, I've taken you here since I do not wish to speak with any of you! Tervaround is the blabbermouth here, she's right over there..."
The first thing everyone notices in the kitchen is that it's definitely built with gnomes in mind. Everything is either close to the ground, or reachable by some overly complicated rope and pulley mechanism. A total of five gnomes are in this room, all busy doing their own things.
None of the gnomes seem to take particular notice of you just yet, until the gnome that was pointed out turns her head and offers a big smile. "Oh! Dimble's brought visitors! How wonderful!" her joyful, melodic voice calls out, after which every gnome except the one with the pipe, now introduced as Dimble, stops their work and looks toward you all.
Glancing out of the cave for a second, you do notice the shape of a large winged creature taking into the air. It is far, far away though, and seems to be traveling away from where you currently are, going northward.
QizPizza BarrenThin2 dr xenon Faynorae
As the gnome with the pipe walked ahead, he kept glancing over his shoulder to see the group following. With a grumpy mumble, he sped up his pace to almost a jog, but his legs were nowhere near long enough to really outrun any of them.
You were all led past a room with two long tables in it and a stout wooden cabinet against the east wall. Each table had five gnome-sized chairs on each long end, and one at the head of it, making for a total of 22 chairs. You continued into the next hallway however, and as Jean-Paul asked his question, the gnome pocketed his pipe and tied his apron more tightly around his waist. "Pfheh!" He scoffed. "'The king'... Good luck with that crazy fool. Anyway, I've taken you here since I do not wish to speak with any of you! Tervaround is the blabbermouth here, she's right over there..."
The first thing everyone notices in the kitchen is that it's definitely built with gnomes in mind. Everything is either close to the ground, or reachable by some overly complicated rope and pulley mechanism. A total of five gnomes are in this room, all busy doing their own things.
- At the east wall, a female gnome uses a poker to stoke the fire of a hot iron stove standing against the wall.
- Another female gnome stands atop a low table and uses a mechanical rolling pin contraption to knead green bread dough. The severed caps of several big green mushrooms are set around her.
- A male gnome forms said dough into loaves of green bread, his tongue sticking out as he carefully shapes each loaf ike a master sculptor.
- Where the gnome with the pipe pointed you though, a female gnome teeters on a stool as she stuffs a big purple mushroom into a barrel, wearing an apron of her own that's covered in various purple splotches.
- The gnome you first met says nothing more and walks over to a wheelbarrow where he lifts up a big red mushroom, carries it to a complicated looking press-like contraption in a corner, and starts to squeeze oil out of the mushroom, filtering the liquid into four oil flasks.
None of the gnomes seem to take particular notice of you just yet, until the gnome that was pointed out turns her head and offers a big smile. "Oh! Dimble's brought visitors! How wonderful!" her joyful, melodic voice calls out, after which every gnome except the one with the pipe, now introduced as Dimble, stops their work and looks toward you all.
(she looks kind of like this but with an apron, I'm sure you can imagine that)