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Ghanim's Post:

"Leon, yes, quite a nice name, not striking what-so-ever." Beezlebum said to himself. "It sounds so very human though. Not at all fun to say." Looking up from his musing he caught the last of the bald man's question. "Ah, you are interested in alchemy, are you? Quite nice to hear, not very many humans are interrested, it's a gnomish invention you see, and really I think gnomes are the only race that know of or practice it. But alchemy is a gift from Grumble-knob, god of Science, science being a new religion, the belief that everything in our world can be explained with numbers and logical thinking, which explains why it's a gnome's philosophy and not a human's, no offense of course. Basically, though, magic is a combination of energies, spiritual, mental, or supernatural, but alchemy can find those same energies through different combinations of different objects. For instance, that potion I gave you was the equivilant of a Clerical Cure Serious Wounds, but it was just a mixture of rosepetals and squished-up grub-worms." Beezlebum smiled, "My own recipe of course. Great in soups, too, you should know."
By the time Beezlebum had finished the young monk had already stood and was beginning to walk into the woods. Beezlebum, having nothing better to do and enjoying having somone to listen to him, followed close behind. "So you didn't seem at all interrested in Jejery, why is that? I suppose that monks don't particularly care for talking gems, though most humans I know would kill for one, humans being as greedy as they are, almost as bad as dwarves I should say, but maybe the fact that it talks is enough to make you think twice? Don't worry, it's only spoken to me once, it said something about "go to sticks" and now it doesn't talk anymore, so if that would make you any more interrested I can show you again. The Amzing, Talked-Once-But-Now-Remains-Mostly-Silent Ruby! I say that is catchy...
"But while we are on the subject do you know anything about sticks? I am most curious as to why a ruby would want a stick, though I suppose it would be rather uncooth for a ruby to want to horde other gems, which brings up a rather interresting thought, what is wealth to a gem? Gold to a ruby might be like an Elf to a Gnome, good for a conversation, but far to large to carry around in your purse. I suppose that sense it wanted sticks that twigs and trees must be the currency for a gems and gold. How wonderful that we are in a forest! Leon, will you help me to collect the nicest looking sticks for my dear friend Jejery?" And at once Beezlebum began running around, picking up any stick he came across and studying it, trying to analyze it's worth.

As they continued to walk, the sun set and a darkness spread over the land.

Twiggy's post:

It was night time already and it seemed like the day went by so quickly. He felt like his travels to Stics was a huge waste of his time, rather that he didn't even know why he went there in the first place. What a true waste of a monk's time he thought. The attire of the gnome was rather odd, but it was good to have someone to talk to for a change during travel. Perhaps it would make a rather interesting companion in his search for more knowledge in the arts of ancient history.

"Bartle, the gems had a spell cast upon them. Whatever or whoever cast the spell on them specifically wished them to be given to us. How else would we have obtained such unique treasure?" Leon didn't wish to talk about it further while he felt something deep inside. Stopping for a moment, he stood and turned around to look down the path they were taking. The human eyes couldn't see much detail in the dark forest with moon light luminating over them through the canopy of tree branches. "Do you feel that? An omnious power...a demonic one at that. I don't think there will be much time to run from this creature."

The clouds seemed to shroud the skies in a veil of darkness as they begun to roar with thunder and rain slowly began to pour down upon them. Leon was getting into a defensive position for the up coming creature of whatever it happens to be. "Hey, you wanted to see my attacks more closely correct? Then you'll get a chance too. Besides, your alchemist abilities sound rather interesting..." Leons words left a grin on his face as he looked up at the full moon through the dark clouds for a moment. Such a curse, such a powerful weapon, and he's paid for his destructive lycanthrope side; which he still is doing.

Eyes were turning into a sickening dark red while Leon's physical appearance began enlarging in size. White hair slowly was growing from his moist bald head as the fingers began exhibiting slight growth into small claws for the time being. Even the clothing was getting tight and was starting to rip a part. His fatigued heavy breathing turned into deep snarling with a newly formed tail thrashing about. The demonic creature was approaching and Leon already formed an animal's appearance of a werewolf with the clothing ripped from his body and he stood at his full height of ten feet and a flush of white short hair all over his body. Silvery fangs dripped salvia and he sniffed the air.

His head turned directly towards the gnome. His curse, his weapon, and his life. Hopefully the gnome would get away in time, however, that wasn't very needed as the demonic creature dropped from the sky and landed on the ground in front of him. This action redirected Leon's snarling and gaze at the creature. This should prove to be rather interesting to the talkive gnome.

Twiggy's post:

Eyes narrowed from the claw as it came and the body whipped close to the ground and lunged from the position at the demon as it threw itself into the sky. A ravaging roar came ripped through upwards into the air where the demon seemed to escape into the clouds. It wasn't like his prey was going to be let lost for very long. A lingering stinch of the demon filled the air and consumed the insides of Leon's nose. The legs and arms pushed him a long the ground into the forest where a hunt would emerge into a sporty event of demon verses werewolf.

As quickly as he was passing through the forest, he quickly picked up a rather odd scent and it perked his interest while he was on the way towards the demon. The site of the drow was up a head and he approached her location with in seconds of his scavenging-like prowling behavior for the demon. He approached her on all fours and sniffed her slightly. It wasn't very long until his ears perked up from the noice of fire being thrown at him. He jumped straight up and preformed a rolling flip in the air (looking similar like a beach ball for his size) and landed on his hind legs with snarling echoing out and tail thrashing. At this point he extended his claws fulling and was waiting. He was standing directly in front of the drow in a defensive stance, yet had his simple animal mind drawn to something else.

Ghanim's post:

The edges of Beezlebum's daylight globe were starting to fade, which ment that all the light would soon be extinguished and the gnome once again lost in the dark. But the gnome had thought ahead in his potion preparation. It'd only taken him a few minutes to mix his potions, though he didn't think he had enough to vanquish an unknown beast and a werewolf. But with time running out he would have to make due with what he had, and hopefully he wouldn't die. "If I live to see another day, I'm definatly eating a gnomish pie."
The gnome packed the few potions he had made into his belt pockets, kept one in his left hand, and his sword in his right. With a deep breathe to calm his nerves, Beezlebum went over his plan again.
"Walk out of the circle, throw a daylight potion, search the new circle and repeat. Eventually I will find my friend, and I hope by then he will have turned back to normal. But if he hasn't," the gnome smiled, "I have a recipe for a potion that will vanquish, most entirely, any fleas."
Smiling at his resourcefulness Beezlebum walked out of his daylight globe. He had to fight his panic down -he couldn't see a thing- but he could hear the deep growling of two huge beasts. He began singing a gnomish drinking song to calm himself down, and continued walking from the safety of the light, so that his new globe wouldn't overlap the old.
"A bottle of rum and mug for me
a pinch on the butt and a squeeze for thee,
A nice tavern hall,
A nice drunken brawl,
And a kick from the waitress' husband-to-be."
The song cheered him up greatly, and he started the next verse louder and even began dancing a bit.
"Lads take your glasses and raise them in toast,
then start the game, who can drink the most,
the hours will pass us,
we'll fall on our asses,
and throw up so much we can boast."
The next verse never came because the gnome, caught up in his dancing, stumbled over a shaggy rug that had been ruffled and skewed, so that it was more lumpy than rugg-ie. Standing and brushing himself off, the gnome realized that a rug doesn't belong on a forest floor. He quickly threw down his daylight potion, scolding himself for having forgotten his plan because of a song. Daylight washed over the forest and the gnome saw clearly that he was standing in a clearing with a huge and hardly wounded killer-beast towering over him, a pile of bloody fur next to him, and no one to come to the rescue.
Beezlebum raised his gnome-sized longsword, and gulped, preparing for the worst.

Ghanim's post:

When you stare death in it's face and see your time is coming to its end, but then see death turn and run with it's tail between it's legs, all you can do is cheer.
And that is exactly what Beezlebum did. Seeing the huge beast flee at the sight of a gnome was enough to make him feel as big as a giant. He began running in circles, kartwheeling around, and tearing with the joy that this beast was afraid of gnomes.
But when the first fireball flew through the woods, Beezlebum realized that the creature was not done yet. It was simply hiding, and throwing flames at him. And if the gnome were killed, there would be nothing gnomish enough to scare away the beast and protect his friend.
That thought reminded him that Leon was still lost. Beezlebum looked around and realized that the insidious rug that had tripped him was indeed a rug-like version of his friend. Beezlebum quickly ran to the wolf's side and took out one of three red potions. He leaned the wolf-head back and poured the liquid down it's throat. Once the liquid disappeared down the gullet, Beezlebum looked to make a shield from the fireballs that were still flying through the trees [but luckily the huge beast didn't aim quite low enough].
Beezlebum then remembered he still had the stics for his ruby, and a tent he was no good a pitching [gnomes don't like baseball anyway]. He spent the next few moments digging a hole, something any gnome is quite good at, and setting up a makshift blind out of a tent flap and a few sticks. He then tried to drag Leon's unconscious body to safety, but the small gnome was not strong enough; he silently scolded himself for not building the shield around his friend.
Sitting down to pout he heard a small whimper. Standing up, Beezlebum scanned the clearing more carefully, and spotted another huddled up figure. He ran over to it, noticed it was a drow, and quickly ran away from it. In his mind he pondered whether it was justice or not to let the evil drow die.
As yet another fireball flew overhead, this one a bit closer, and exploded against a tree at the far end of the clearing Beezlebum decided he would chance it. Maybe the drow would help fight the beast. Knowing that all drow hate light, he riped off the sleeve of his shirt [an expensive shirt he would be sure to make the drow replace] and approached the drow again saying in the deepest most dwarven voice he could muster, "Now see here, ye dern drow, I aint ta wantin' ta kill ya, nor is me friend here, are ya ...friend?'
Then switching voices he said, "Nah, ain't no need. But she luks hert, so lets jus help her and be dun."
Switching back, after a cough to clear the itch that speaking so low creates he said, "Righ'. Now drow, we got a blindfol for ye, and a drink thet'll help ye heal. And don ye try no funny buisness or me an me friend'll call our other friends and ye'll have a whole tdwarven army down yer throat. So jes you," another fit of coughing "jes you tie this about you and drink up."
"I hope that worked," Beezlebum thought. "It sounded awfully dwarven to me, but hopefull it wasn't too awfully dwarven, I need her to move Leon for me." Beezlebum stood over the huddled figure of a drow, the shirt sleeve dangling from his shaking hand.

Ghanim's post:

The gnome was standing over the form of a drow, waiting for her to reach up and take his sleeve. After a long time the drow hadn't moved at all, and the gnome felt bad; his dwarvin voices must have convinced her that she was surrouded and now she was scarred. But, better a scared and hubbled drow than a feriocious , unhuddled one.
Hearing a howl, Beezlebum turned around in time to see his friend Leon rush into the woods. "Plus side," he thought, "he isn't dead. Down side, he will be soon. Stupid brute, maybe the itch from all his flees drove him mad, cause he would most deffinetly have to be insane to charge solo against the beast again."
But Beezlebum had no time to have his thoughts wonder. He dropped the sleeve on the drows head, set a potion on the ground by her, and made ready his sword. Taking a deep breathe to steady himself (and humming a tune in his head) Beezlebum charged into the darkness after his new friend. "It took me a good five minutes to find him, and then he doesn't even thank me, but runs off again so that I have to find him again. I say, this dog deffinatly has obediance issues, it can't sit and stay in safety. I'll be sure to tell him this, as soon as we aren't in mortal peril."
Beezlebum had little trouble tracking his friend who left an ominous white fire behind him. The gnome noted the lack of heat, and remembering the destruction of the building in town, decided not to touch the fire. "Never can tell about magical things. It's all so unpredicatble and mysterious and such, unlike science which is just plainly cut logic. You never see any heatless flames in alchemy, that's for sure. You see fire, you know it burns, the end, but with magic you can have hot fires, cold fires, fires that burn but don't consume, fires that spread fast as a running gnome, and fires that won't catch anything! How crazy is it to have that many different types of fires? Why can't it be simple, fire burns. The end."
Shaking his head in frustrations of all the useless, illogical inventions of wizards, Beezlebum continued to follow the trail of white fire. It didn't take long for beezle to spot his friend and the evil assailant, trapped in a ring of white flames. There was enough light from the fires that the gnome didn't need to use a daylight potion, but remembering his encounter with the beast earlier, he cried out, "Hey you beast! Remember me? I'm the terrifying little gnome that scarred you off earlier! Ooga booga booga! I'm terrifying, so run again! And leave us alone!"
When the beast didn't flee, Beezlebum thought either it didn't hear him, it couldn't flee because of the fires, or it wasn't really scarred of gnomes. Straining with all his might, Beezlebum tried to think of what he could do... and he had an idea. Taking out one of two remaining daylight potions, he threw it as high as he could, so as to fly over the flames and his friend's huge form, and it crashed on the ground at the beasts feet. The daylight that issued was bright, but when coupled with the white-hot glow of the magical white flames, the effect was nearly blinding.
Beezlebum hid his eyes from the sudden glare and smiled, "I think I've covered all the variables. Either it's scared of gnomes or it's scarred of light, and now that I've thrown my potion it will know I am hear and it'll be scarred out of it's mind, of one or the other. And, being surrounded by the flames it'll either run through them and find out their magical effect, or it'll stay put and be so scarred it'll wet itself. Hopefully while it's thusly engaged my friend can get the upper hand."
Congratulating himself for being so clever as to set such a trap, with a bit of help of course, the gnome looked up to watch the one-sided battle that would spell the end of the meniacle killing beast. As his eyes began to focus, Beezlebum saw one variable he hadn't thought to consider, wings.