CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx considers the tower they're presently in, and the other three towers that now lay in ruin. The wheels and gearworks in the gnome's noggin begin to spin. Wondering to himself whether the towers guard something in the temple's front or if the towers were perhaps originally constructed to face outward to the rear of the temple, and whether perhaps some hidden unpleasantry awaits the group out back, Jinx falls silent a moment and scratches at his ear. "The best of the best, eh? So you lot were left to rot here in this broke down 'palace'? What is it the priests pay you to watch? Sommat to do with their temple, or sommat out here in the wild wood beyond?" Jinx flashes a look at Merrick. "Merrick, you're big. Get 'em to come down here so's we can have 'em sit by their fallen brethren. Makes it easier to shackle 'em thataways." Jinx keeps an eye on the door, hoping that Shoon will soon return with the aforementioned manacles and fervently but silently praying all the while that the archers don't decide to bolt for it...or worse.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

You forgot me - Post #795

Well, this is a sturdy door
Zirat says and kicks it again

 

[Dichotomy]

"Indeed. Let me help," Aeron offers to Zirat.
[sblock=OOC]Aeron was also waiting, as he left to follow Zirat.[/sblock]

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran narrows his eyes at the archer. "You must not be the best of the best, then. Nor must the captain be. Left here to be a nuisance? Your family is what it is, but where is your PRIDE?"

He winces slightly at his sudden anger. A storm brews inside him, the wise woman said, and nothing good can follow. The priests worship the elements. Somehow, he knew he had to enter the temple. He thought about the fire rising from camp, the stench of Old Wicked's fell troops, and the rain that washed it all away the day he left. If he were to end his curse, he must learn to understand the storm.

 

[Rhun]

The door to the captain's room is locked, and is indeed most sturdy. Zirat's first couple of kicks do little more than bounce off. The Last Prophet comes to aid the mighty champion, and between the two of them they manage to bash the door open after a few more attempts.

The archer becomes more and more agitated by Jinx' and Ciaran's questions. "The priests don't pay us to watch nothin'. They pay us to do their bidding. The power of the Temple is great. You'll see soon. You've challenged their power, and soon they'll crush you like a bug!"



Sorry about missing your post Strahd!

CB, the towers and walls once ringed the Temple. This tower is to the northeast of the Temple, the others would have been at the northwest, southwest and southeast corners.

 

[Rhun]

Zirat and Aeron enter the captain's private room. A comfortable bed heaped with quilts and pillows, a tablse and two chairs, a small desk and stool, a chest of drawers, and a locked iron box make up the furnishings. On the table are a few pewter dishes, a bottle of brandy, and a platter of slightly bruised apples. The captain himself, however, is nowhere to be found.

 

[Dichotomy]

"Deren," Aeron calls out. "We could use a hand. There must be a hidden door in here." The cleric proceeds to begin searching the room.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

... And several stuff that might worth some gold in Hommlet
The big man calls, takes the bottle of brandy and takes a long swig, that pass it to the priest.
Here, have some Aeron, once we in the temple you'll miss it.
he then place the apples in his pocket.

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren moves over to the room, pausing at the entrance with a slight frown. "I could have just unlocked this," he says, shakes his head, and steps through the threshold. He then proceeds to help with the searching.

OOC: Search +4. Wooh!

 

[InVinoVeritas]

The archer becomes more and more agitated by Jinx' and Ciaran's questions. "The priests don't pay us to watch nothin'. They pay us to do their bidding. The power of the Temple is great. You'll see soon. You've challenged their power, and soon they'll crush you like a bug!"

"We just walked in an the Temple's self-admitting dregs attacked us. We defended ourselves, barely knowing the existence of this place. If that is challenging their power, then the Temple is quite weak, indeed," Ciaran observes. "No, you are paid to do the Temple's bidding. The Temple wants you to stay out here and do nothing of import. The Temple wants you to rot. So, are you loyal lemmings of the Temple, ready to receive pay that you cannot use once you die as the Temple wishes, or are you men of free will, and ready to recognize the folly of marching to your senseless death? If you are no longer men of your own, then we are not challenging the Temple's power. By killing you, we are simply carrying out its wishes. Without pay."