Rhun's Greyhawk ALPHA Campaign (tToEE) - PART III

[Scotley]

Staring in annoyance at the second rip in his cloak made by brambles today, Verdis says to Trevor, "Perhaps we should make our way back to the road."

[Leif]

Much chagrined, Trevor will stay on the opposite side of the party from Ragnok, at least until the Dwarf cools down some. "Heh! Can't win 'em all, can you! Verdis, why don't you navigate for awhile?"

[Scotley]

"Hey there is a reason I stay at the back of the group. I just don't think I want to swim that river."

[Rhun]

You follow north along the banks of the Run, heading for Nulb. The going is slower than it would have been along the road, and the sun has set behind the Lortmil's before you reach Nulb. The old, rickety wooden bridge that crossed the river is before you, and beyond that it looks like the nightlife at the Waterside Hostel is just getting started. The front door is open, and light spills out into the yard where a group of tough looking men are smoking their pipes and talking over mugs of ale.

[Leif]

"I hate to say it, but these fellows look more like my sort than yours, Kurt and Coraine. Maybe I can put them at ease with some rough speech? But still, you guys had best put your hoods up and maybe put a little bit more mud over that shiny armor first. Or, then again, maybe somebody has a better idea, I hope?"

[Legildur]

Kurt likes the enthusiastic young soldier, but he mentally checks the location of his weapons of war at Trevor's offer to act at the diplomat.

[Leif]

"Do me a favor, Kurt. Keep that 'pig sticker' loose in its sheath and ready to spring out at a moment's notice."

[Rhun]

OOC: You don't need to talk to them. The road goes right past the Hostel and into the heart of Nulb.

[Boddynock]

"Bah!" says Ragnok, striding forward.

"Just ignore them. We're not staying here anyway, so let's keep on moving."

[Rhun]

Ranok leads the way across the bridge, it creaking and cracking under his heavy steps, and down the dirt road past the Waterside Hostel. Soon enough, you reach the rutted trail leading off into the woods toward the Temple. It is almost full dark now, and the constant oppresive feeling of the are grows as you again make your way to the edifice of evil.

[Leif]

Trevor's feeling pretty bad about his earlier screw-up that probably cost the group several hours at least, so he's not about to utter even a peep about 'darkness' or 'resting' or anything like that. He trudges dutifully onward, determined to maybe win the possibility of eventual forgiveness by his dogged attention to the group's goals above all else.

[Scotley]

The warlock yawns, "Do we really want to face that creepy place in the dark. I say we find a quiet spot off the trail and get a little rest. We should try to enter the Temple at first light."

[Legildur]

"Agreed," says Kurt to the Warlock's suggestion. "How about we overshoot the temple trail a little so that it appears we are heading elsewhere. Just in case someone might be trailing us," he adds.

[Thanee]

“Yeah, like those crows out here,” Dara says, “Let's just do that.”

[Leif]

Trevor still says not one word, but follows the rest of the group.

[Scotley]

"Very well, lets cross the trail and find a suitable spot."

[stonegod]

Coraine shrugs and follows. The sooner they got to the temple, the sooner evil would be stopped.

[Rhun]

You head back out into the thick and tangled trees of the Gnarley, and soon enough find a place to set up camp. You set your watches, and prepare to get some rest before your next assault upon the Temple.

I'll get a better IC post up soon.

[Rhun]

Your camp is not as far from the Temple as the last time around, and you can certainly sense it; The dense and tangled growth of the Gnarley presss in about you, and the oppressiveness of the area is ever present. It is a chill and dark night, a cool breeze blowing through the trees, and none of you sleep too well. You all hear strange sounds in the distance...odd animal calls, strange rustling and other sounds you cannot identify. You all toss and turn in your slumber, and none of you feel all that rested upon awakening.

Still, the night passes without incident, and you awaken to share a cold breakfast of rations and plot your next attack upon your evil foe.


OOC: Any special preparations? Or straight though the Temple Proper and back to the dungeons?

[Leif]

Trevor is even more disheartened after the terrible night's 'sleep.' This morning he seems downright glum, eating his cold biscuit and hardtack with a silent grimace. It is now that Trevor is beginning to regret his career choice, for it seems that Adventurers never get a day off!!