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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 2095847" data-attributes="member: 2885">Our Good nameFiddle made a stop at the Temple of Gond. He bought a strange new weapon for throwing flasks. A gnome calculus. He also bought holy water, acid, and the chemical fire. All they had.Fiddle remembered Fextor's curiosity about the defense of the Dales and the pact with the elves. He suggested Sully take them to Peldan's Helm to speak with Eliar. Vlad begged off.Sully, Fiddle, Alya, and Fextor arrived just outside Eliar's door in the Inner Bailey of Peldan's Helm. They were quickly surrounded by armed guards."Hiya," Fiddle chirped. "Is Eliar home?"The elf popped out to see about all the commotion. "You should not be here. You are accused of many horrible things. Not the least of which is theft and murder.""Who us?" Sully exclaimed. "Who would make these accusations and why?"Not the welcome the party expected. Well Fiddle did, but he knew it wouldn't come to a bad end. The Band of the Burning Brand. Himool and Company had darkened the party's name in Peldan's Helm. Before they betrayed the party to Nightscale, Himool slandered the Stormslayers. A guard went to fetch Father Abercrombie. The priest of Tyr arrived soon afterwards."Will you submit to Tyr's judgement?" Father Abercrombie asked."Sure," Fiddle smiled. "We have nothing to hide."The priest mumbled a prayer. Another spell of truth. The magic washed over them without taking hold. Sully and Fiddle both told the truth as they knew it. Or at least the truth they were willing to admit. Alya and Fextor stood by and nodded. The party avenged the Band of the Burning Brand by slaying the Dragon, Nightscale, after it killed them. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />"It seems we owe you an apology," Eliar broke the silence. "Next time don't pop in here. Come thru the gate."The party talked about rumors. About the defense of the Dale. About the elves and the drow. And the war in the ruins of Maerimydra. About a Dragon.. Dragon did you say? Venom the great green Wyrm in the Vale of Lost Voices. About the elven temple. Afterwards, Fiddle visited Mouse.He was to take the package to Jarwain's Import Export Business in Ashabenford. No problemo. Fextor and Sully were planning on using a scroll to read Erik's mind to find a good place to arrive near the Spiral of Manzessine. Ashabenford was the party's next stop. Sully deposited them at the White Hart. Grishelm gave no response. Erik just shrugged. Fiddle stopped in on Jarwain. They exchanged goods. Fiddle now possessed two egg sized emeralds.Sully went back for Valgrim, Vlad, and Valorean.. the bodyguard.</blockquote>

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