<div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzU45AV_odo/RgAf8O2pESI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n4vf9wra0Hc/s320/untitled_gimbler.bmp)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Nevin '<em>Ninefingers</em>' Neblin</span></span></strong>,<em>Gnomish 'Troubleshooter' and Inventor</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8737)<br/>HP:29 (Current: 29)  AC: 17,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 15<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><em>Hans</em></span> HP: 6 (Current: 6)   AC: 13/12/11</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><em>Feet</em></span> HP: 13 (Current: 13) AC: 13/12/11</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br/><strong>-Extracts</strong>:<br/><strong>-Mutagens</strong>:<br/><strong>-Potions</strong></span><br/><hr/><br/>Nevin opened an eye, from under his pile of 'bedwarmers'. The two dogs hadn't enjoyed the drop into the pit that led out to the pond anymore than he had, and had spent a good part of the night close to the fire to dry out after he used his own innate ability to dry out his own gear. Sure enough after they dried out they had come to lie on each side of him, like they did when he failed to tell them to not join him. Made a bloody mess occasionally at this or that Inn that he stayed at, but that was why he trained them to command.<br/><br/>Right now, he lay between the two sleeping dogs and tried to recall any detail on the automata that they had faced the day before. It was easy enough to admit that they had lost out to them, but to the tinkering gnome it was galling not to see some way to over come the horde before their drastic escape and ignoble 'arrival' at their current camp. Short of having more bombs and mutagens, he didn't see anyway he could have done anything different. He had enough materials and the basics of a kit to brew up things but he doubted he come make everything on the fly.<br/><br/><strong>"Right boys, up."</strong>He said as he sat up and looked at the two that were up and moving.<strong>"Anyone else got any ideas how we can get back to a civilized place from here?"</strong>He patted the dogs as he rolled up the sleeping bag he had been in and looked over the rest of the gear had left out to dry out from his backpack. Nodding with satisfaction he started repacking the gear with practiced ease.