“Well, well, well. It seems you have me at a disadvantage good sir. That is indeed a long sword. I quite get your point, but perhaps not as close to my throat? Yes, yes. I apologise for the joke. What? Come now, how was I supposed to know you were allergic to bees? You didn’t die, did you? No. I don’t want to die. You want to know about gnomes instead of killing me? Whyever for? Oh. To understand why I threw the hive into the middle of the wedding ceremony? You won’t accept terminal boredom?
“I see. Well, then. You hear the storm coming? Good. Oh, just polite conversation. You ask to know what gnomes are. If you were Blood, I’d kill myself rather than let you know but you are not. And you could have died from my joke so a debt is owed. I have a cousin you know, Nipc by name, who had to give information about our race to another. He died before he could be killed, which is a pity. No, I won’t get killed for telling you this. It’s nothing you can’t find out from listening to stories.
“Gnomes come from the far south, from beyond the jungles of the lizard folk and into the world entire. Of our homeland I can tell you little, save that we have been there a long time and our royal line can command the very sky to aid them. Bit like a druid, I think. It’s an old power and a costly one. Most gnomes don’t have royal blood, or haven’t been gifted with the power at all, but it remains as a memory of what could have been. Even before we had that, there was magic in our people. We can do things others can’t, simple wizardries we’re born with, like others hold the Blood. Ah, the rain falls down. Beautiful, isn’t it?
“Oh, you want to know whether we are the true blood or some such? Rumours, my friend. Rumours of rumours. Careful with that sword! You really do need to lighten up .... more? I’m afraid that’s all I can say. You know of gnomes now. So. Typical human, it seems. As a point of fact, I am backing away because I’m not going to let you just kill me. I gave you information. Hsst, that hurt! So, blood hidden you were. Very clever, human. Perhaps the rumours about why the Blood exist are true. Oh, you want to know of those stories, little unblooded one? I think not.
“You back up? Oh, the eyes? That’s just the storm, coming home. And this, my friend, is lightning called from the storm. Stay still, it will only hurt for a moment .... ”
Racial: Knowledge(predict storms) +3, Royal Blood (40% chance)
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