The gnomes quickly retreat into the trees, peering at you from the shadows until you leave. You refuse, and the gnomes attack! A collection of sharp sticks and rocks fly in your direction. The gnomes retreat to the forest with their prize and soon begin fighting over it. If the player traded a Ring:Ĥ Encounters on the map are revealed. You surrender the equipment to the gnomes. The player must choose an Equipment Card to discard. "I'll share the secrets of this land for a ring!" one of the small folk cries."I'll give you some food for a helmet!" one of the small folk exclaims.A few hold spears but most have only a rock or sharpened stick. It takes a moment to realize they are gnomes - dirty, poorly armed gnomes. "Goblins are much larger - and far more fearsome - than whatever THIS is." "You travel with a detestable goblin!" The creatures swarm around smiling Hubie, holding up his limbs and examining his attire. "Beware, human!" a voice calls out as a dozen small creatures leap from the trees. 2) Leave the bear alone and continue upwards. You hurry to the stairs, away from the gas cloud. The player draws 2 Life / Max Life Pain Cards. You cough wetly into your hand - it's blood. Not quick enough, you breathe a little in. The gnomes retreat to the forest with their prize and soon begin fighting over it. Grey gas pours out of the statue's eye holes, flooding the room. "Goblins are on the march, human! They hunt us, whether for food or sport, we know not. The toothless gnome and his brother turn the daggers over in their hands and nod approvingly before disappearing into the bushes, dragging the blades behind them.Īs the gnomes retreat into the forest, they offer a dire warning. The player does not gain this card´s Token. The toothless gnome looks perplexed, "A mighty war machine to be sure, but however will we wield it?" He turns to his brother, and together with the other gnomes they heave the weapon in to the bushes and out of sight. The gnomes all loudly shout their own offers, trying to drown each other out. "Give me a weapon I can wield and one for my brother, we've got gold!" a toothless gnome calls out. "I'll share the secrets of this land for a ring!" another chimes in. "I'll give you some food for a helmet!" one of the small folk exclaims. "Hand over some of your equipment and we'll release you. "We seek arms to defend ourselves!" a gnome declares, loudly. The penalty for this transgression is no longer death. The battered gnomes pick themselves up from the battlefield and approach you, cautiously. "The penalty for this transgression is death! Make peace with your gods!" "You trespass on gnomish ground, humans!" a voice calls out as a dozen small creatures leap from the trees around you.
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