CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick nods "Send him." The knight then turns back to Lord Krane "The village infiltrator is holding tight to his knowledge. He should be able to tell us at least who sent him, whether he knows of any others in the village, or in this Nulb which we might have to stage from if we are to investigate the full temple after dealing with Lareth. If there are more agents in Hommlette we need to wring it out of him. This is your area of expertise Lord Krane, we put our trust in you to pry out the hidden evils we must address. For now the path for the rest of us is clear, we must carve a path to the Master and stop his cult."

 

[Rhun]

"Indeed, I will stay in the village and see if I can ferret out more servants of evil here. I believe my talents are well suited to this task. Plus," Lord Krane offers an embarrassed smile, "I'd rather not run into anymore bugbears..." Krane turns to Lord Burne and bows deeply. "Please provide my companions here with any assistance that they might need. I'm going to retire back to the Wench to comtemplate my next move."

"Good luck my friends," offers Jeb in parting, and then he and Thomas leave the tower of Burne and Rufus.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran nods. Another whistle later, and his hawk flies off his shoulder and off to the moathouse.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

The sorrow of losing the poor gnome still echoes in the gladiator's mind, finally he breaks his silence and say with a low voice.
They need to pay … but even the champion will not burst into the pits and swords of the bandits, we found a secret passage, we'll use it to our advantage and strike hard.

 

[Rhun]

The hawk is not gone long. Although it is some three miles to the moathouse, the raptor flies swiftly and is back within half an hour.

[sblock=IVV]
How does Ciaran communicate with the bird?

At any rate, Galliard spotted nothing of interest at the Moathouse. The place looked completely deserted. The hawk didn't see anything moving (besides rates and other local fauna) in or near the ruins. Either the place has been abandoned, or the defenses have been set in the dungeons beneath the place.
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[InVinoVeritas]

[sblock=Rhun]Empathic link is all I have right now, but it's enough to realize there's nothing of interest... I suppose the details will have to come in a couple levels [/sblock]

"There does not appear to be anything of interest by the moathouse. Were there tunnels and secret passages? Where do they lead?"

 

[Dichotomy]

"Indeed, there were secret tunnels. It is a shame that our architect has fallen." Aeron quickly changes the subject.

"While there is a need to get back to the moathouse quickly, at the very least I must advise that we wait until the morrow. I am nearly out of healing magic. In fact," the cleric looks at the wounds on himself and Zirat, "my healing magic for the day is as good as spent."

Praying to Pelor, Aeron places his hands on both himself and Zirat, using the last of his energies to heal them.

[sblock=OOC]Cure light wounds on self. Two cure minors wounds to Zirat. If I'm not fully healed, I'll use a cure minor wounds on myself. Save the last orison in case of emergency.[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Dichotomy, it is already the next day. You went back to the Wench when you got back into the village...we are now at the next morning. See post #423.

 

[Dichotomy]

OOC: Dichotomy, it is already the next day. You went back to the Wench when you got back into the village...we are now at the next morning. See post #423.

[size=-2]OOC: Wow... Not sure how I missed/forgot that. Nevermind.[/size]

 

[Rhun]

Through the use of Aeron's divinely granted powers, his skillful tending of wounds and a good's night rest, you are all fully healed and ready to continue. With Ciaran added tot he group, you all feel stronger and in better spirits then the day before. Although the loss of your companion Jinx Marblestopp still haunts you, you know that the best way to honor his memory is to complete the job you have before you.

Thus, you find yourselves on the rugged trail back to the ruins of the Moathouse, a trail that you are beginning to become quite a accustomed to traveling. Within two hours, you find yourselves in view of the place...all seems normal; the cattails and other growth sway in a gentle western breeze, and the calls of birds and croaking of toads echo about.