Gnomes Part III

Journey to Tyr

  Archie Explores

 

I asked Grimble if there was anything he could do to stop the T800.

 

“Well Mr. Archie, since you’re askin’ maybe there is something YOU could do!”

 

I let out a sigh and wondered why I asked. “Okay, what do need me to do Grimble?”

 

He harrumphed and said it’s “Mister Grimble!” and gave me that raised eyebrow look.

 

“But you told me it’s just “Grimble” no “Mister” on it… so which is it?”

 

“Right now, it’s Mister Grimble ‘cause I’m wearing me battle hood now, ‘cause that infernal robot somebody sent out after me and my folk!”

 

 Battle hood? It looked like the same hood he always had on to me.

 

“Hey, well I sure didn’t make that machine, Mister Grimble.” but I realized right then he wasn’t upset with me, he was only trying to muster his determination, en force.

 

According to Gnome Legend:

 

We set off to the Dark Isle of Tyr to accomplish two things. One, to see if the Great Gnome spirit of Denver Bluecap was really locked in the great crystal (and if he was, to seek his advice on what to do), and (Second) to see if those infernal T800s were being manufactured somewhere in Tyr, as rumor had it, and who was responsible for it. “Let’s get to the bottom of this!” I said. I was ready to help. “Let’s go!”

 

‘DOH!

 

Turns out gnomes do not teleport. We had to take the rowboat all the way to Tyr, and that took like, a week. The more tired and frustrated I got, the more wisecracks Mister Grimble made.

 

But we finally made it. Tyr is dark and spooky. This place is not “gnome friendly”. Plus, we weren’t sure if danger was lurking around the very next rock or canyon. We hiked.

 

Finally the Crystal Tower was in sight.

 

“How are we gonna get up there, ‘Grim’?” I asked.

 

“Don’t worry about me Mr. Archie, I can scramble any hill, better than you, but I want to know how you will do it without making a ton of racket and waking up all the evil robots waitin’ inside that forsaken heap of rock!”

 

“Okay, Grimble, don’t worry, I’ll meet you up there, In fact I’ll be waiting inside the crystal.”

 

Grimble folded his arms and looked at me in disbelief. “Now how is an avie such as yourself going to get himself inside that crystal?”

 

“Grimble, - Shhhh!” I whispered, let’s get moving, “…and stay low, don’t get caught, okay?”

 

“Mr. Archie, ‘staying low’ is what I do best, and I’ll be waitin' for you up top”

 

 

Grimble went left, and went right, and grabbed my hoverpack. I got to the top, and there was a gnome inside there! I got closer, I was sure it was Denver Bluecap.  It wasn’t. But even more shocking, it was Grimble! “How did you get up here so fast?”

 

Grimble only gave a  “hmmmpf” like he does whenever I ask a dumb question.

 

“Read the Scroll, Archie.”

 

Apparently, Denver Bluecap already had the insight of our arrival, and that the “T800’s would definitely stop us and zap us in the crystal’s ray until ‘we be rendered useless’, and the best advice for us would be to turn back now, while we can.”

 

That doesn’t really sound like how a gnome would talk.

 

Grimble knew something had gotten to Denver Bluecap, and that he would never talk like that unless something had him under some kind of evil spell.

 

Grimble decided to try a trick of his own. He had been keeping a little secret under his hat.

 

“You had a cheeseburger with you since we left the Tiki Islands?” I couldn’t believe it. Here I am, half starved, and Grimble is toting a yummy cheeseburger all this time.

 

“Well, Mr. Archie, us gnomes are no dummies, ya know -? We actually can think past our stomachs, were not your kind, ya know? - Self indulgin’ aviaters!”

 

Ouch.

 “Grimble, it’s avies.” I just wanted him to say it right.

 

“Whatever, Mr. Archie, … whatever.”

 

“Okay, plant the burger, and let’s get going!”

 

We left a cheeseburger there as bait. No gnome could resist a yummy cheeseburger, although I’m sure no T800 could resist one either!

 

We hid around the corner to see if someone or something would sniff out the bait.

We didn’t see Denver Bluecap, not yet, anyways.

 

But we did see a particularly nasty T800 come lurking, and he probably knew we were nearby. Yes, we were getting a little scared.

 

Stay tuned…

 

Archie