CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon groans. He was the only one with nothing to gain from this expedition yet it seemed that he would end up losing the most. In any case, he immediately set off towards where they had left the wagon as fast as he could.

 

[Rhun]

I think you left the wagon at the cottage in the woods, right?

 

[Voadam]

"Keep moving." Sir Merrick keeps the group heading out, back to the cottage and the wagon. "Any more caltrops Deren?"

 

[Dichotomy]

Aeron hustles along. Though the cleric is stout and healthy, his armor is still quite the burden. He still remains near the rear of the group in case trouble follows them. All the while, Aeron mumbles prayers to Pelor as he follows back to the cottage.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

To the Cottage, The roof is still trapped over there.
Zirat breath heavily and says as he runs in his heavy armor

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx's eyes go wide at the thought of returning to the sabotaged cottage. Nodding his head nonetheless and grunting with exertion, the gnome picks up his robes and presses onward after the others. Fearful of finding himself at the rear of the retreating formation and thus all the closer to the pursuing brigands, Jinx hustles as fast as his stature allows, ignoring the littany of unhappy yowls and growling coming from the basket bobbing at his hip.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran heads on, counting his companions as they emerge. One, two... They are all there!

He leaps in the air as he runs, leading the way almost like a schoolboy, jubilant at having escaped. He runs for the cottage, hoping that his companions' belongings are still there.

 

[Rhun]

You charge through the trees and undergrowth, your knowledge of the area between the Temple and the clearing allowing you to easily outdistance your pursuers. You all reach the clearing without incident.

You pause to listen, but no sound of pursuing guards reaches your ears. Everything in the clearing remains as you left it.

 

[Voadam]

"We need a means to provide us with more healing as we go if we are to take on such superior numbers. A couple sets of caltrops to deter pursuit out would do us well too."

 

[Dichotomy]

Aeron looks over the group. "Who has Shoon's bag? Shoon, do you still have more healing potions? I hate to impose, especially since..." the cleric coughs, "since this was about our companion, whom you do not know..." Aeron awkwardly trails off.

The cleric's shoulders slump in dejection. Now that the group seems out of immediate danger, he feels the weight of their seeming failure.