Game Posts

After the bear greets her old friend Ulfren, she then patters slowly over to her friends Darion, Hannibal, and Albiofer, and waves at them with her arms, urging them to follow her.

She’s still in bear form, but she is trying to prompt some conversation through paw gestures and bear faces.

God to se ya, Frigga. But I ask'd tis drow a question

Ulfren pulls the drow's head up by the hair. "He seems kinda tight-lipped, though he wasn't very helpful even before his mouth could move."

Rubbing his stiff neck and shoulder, Hannibal addresses the bear in the room. "Oi stop that Frigga you know we can't understand what yer sayin' when ya look like that."

Finally getting his wits about him, Hannibal realizes that a) he is not in the same place as the last thing he remembers, b) only a few of his companions are stirring the rest are statues, and c) there is are strangers in his midst. At least strangers to him. Still a dwarf is always a friend to Hannibal, unless he owes them money. Gnomes are hit-or-miss, but it doesn't seem to be bothering Darion, Frigga, and Albiofer so he doesn't assume he's a threat.

He stands idle, waiting in case Darion needs "help" with their captive.

"If the drow needs some encouragement ta talk, I'd be more than willing to help. I'm not so sure his head can take much more encouragement by the looks of it, but I'm sure I can start someplace a little lower and work my way up." With a crazed grin Albiofer starts rubbing the two blades together looking at the drow. "So drow, how many toes do ya really need? I think it'll take at least 2 to get ya to start talking so do ya want one from each foot or just start on the left and work my way right?"

Frigga walks up, pushes her friends out of the way, pins the drow’s arms down, and then bellows a very loud, guttural beat roars in its face.

Why, should we be in de minds?
Darion grunts
Now lass, count the sharp objects around your elf neck and start ANSWERING questions instead of putting them. What did you do to us?

"Near as much as what we gathered," Ulfren begins, including Wuknit in his statement of we, "the drow took over and all our kin are slaves in the mines. A lot of the young seem weak in the head, believing that the drow queen is their ruler, while the elders all disappear somewhere. Wuknit and I have been trying to figure out how to get around, looking for a means to free these dwarves and make 'em remember that they're dwarves.

"Seems like that bottle the elf threw is one of the keys."

Listening to the words of the drow and what’s left of the potion, Albiofer tries to think through his knowledge of the arcane for anything that may be useful to understanding what happened or what’s needed to return the others.

What bottle? Darion might be a man of the wilds, but he has a keep interest in the properties of nature's elements.
Once the remains have been found, he examines the glass and residue.

Frigga bites the drow’s shoulder, enough to help him find out how dire his situation is.

Frigga looks around, hoping one of the others will continue the interrogation, or instruct her to put this drow out of his misery.

"Anything you ask, you gotta know that his answers come from a place where the dwarves lost and the drow won," adds Ulfren.

He tests the wall the drow was pushing against, to see if there's a secret panel or something.

Albiofer takes the empty potion bottle and walks over to the drow. "If we can't trust him, then he's no use to us. Why don't we just find a nice full bottle of the potion and turn him to stone. If we need more questions, we turn him back. No need to kill him, and as long as nobody accidently knocks him over he'll be fine." Albiofer bends down next to the drow and points to the broken dwarf statue.