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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1424126" data-attributes="member: 6294">"The Hallowed Hills" by Miguel Duran (WotC Cliffhanger) - Part 2Sirdros leans forward, keeping his voice low.  Because that won't attract attention."Word has come from the Risen Star: a monastery of my faith.  There has been an earth tremor there, causing some damage to the building.  We have been asked to travel to the monastery and make sure that all the brethren are safe and well, and to render any assistance that might be needed."Ordinarily, the Padre and Mantreus might be suspicious of such a vague proposal.  But the priest is distracted by his nocturnal visitation.  Mantreus also has his mind on the events of the previous night, though in his case it was an encounter of a far different kind."We've even been given some healing potions to help us out." Sirdros adds.Free potions seems to seal the deal, and the three men quickly head out, each with a brief to find at least one of the other Company members, and recruit them for the task at hand.The Padre returns with Briar in tow.  The young female rogue looks a little bleary-eyed: apparently she and Macwood spent the night toasting the Padre's divine recognition.  The priest rather sourly suggests that this was just a useful excuse."But a very good one." is Briar's shameless response.  The priest grunts as he pushes open the door of the inn."It's the Padre!" Twinkle leaps onto the table where she and Mantreus are awaiting the other's return, "Did you see it?  You must because it came for you!  Wow, wasn't it great?  All swoopy and glowy and -" she strikes a dramatic pose, "- 'Padre Wolfgang Priem, you have done well.'  That was so great.  Does St Cuthbert always do that?""No." the Padre says, shortly. "Now, please get off the table.  People have to eat off that.""You sound just like my uncle." Twinkle rolls her eyes, "He's always saying that at home."The Padre sighs and starts to gently rub the dull ache at his temples.As he does so, the door swings open once more, and Anastria steps inside, closely followed by her brother.  She stomps over to the table."Right, I'm here.  Let's go help the cultists."The Padre begins to wish that the pain in his temples had remained just a dull ache."I'm going to prepare the wagon." He mutters, "Someone tell the others where we're going, and the rest of you come help me."Mantreus volunteers to avoid manual labour, leaving the other five to hitch the wagon and make sure all their belongings are aboard.  The process is slowed somewhat by the small crowd that gathers to watch.  Several times, the Padre is stopped from his work, and asked to treat a sick child, or bless a young couple's romance.  The third time this occurs, he catches a smirk on Twinkle's face."Do you know anything about what happened last night?" he demands, eyes narrowed."Me?" Twinkle is the very picture of innocence, "Why would I know anything?  I only saw the same things everyone else did.""Right.  Of course." The priest clearly isn't convinced, but he also can't be sure the gnome is lying.  He turns away to resume working, and Twinkle's smirk returns in full."Tweedlefinkle Dessandri Rhowyn!"The smirk fades.Tallyhoop pushes his way between the legs of the crowd, waving a small bundle of white cloth over his head."Did you put on fresh undergarments like I told you?" the older gnome demands, gesticulating wildly with the bundle in his hand, "It's bad enough that you go crawling into all these sewers and caves all the time, without doing it in a second-day loincloth."  The bundle begins to unravel, one of Twinkle's more personal clothing items fluttering out to land on the mud road.Scarlet-faced and speechless, the young gnome snatches the bundle from her uncle's hand and scrambles into the back of the wagon, burrowing out of sight under a pile of sacks.The Padre, after checking the horses's harness, walks over to pick up the fallen 'delicate'."You missed one." He waves the scrap of white cloth over the side of the wagon.  After a moment, a small hand appears to grab the garment, though no other part of Twinkle emerges.With the priest whistling cheerfully, the group sets out.</blockquote>

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