Endur's Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil


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Raner Bluestone, -11hp (of 40)

Raner looks over at Belaver, then down the shaft, then back at Belaver.

"Jus how long d'ya figure they're gonna wander 'roun down there 'fore coming back up?"
 

Kerwyn waves his hands around, like a bird trying to take flight for the first time. Then he tries standing on one foot and mumbling some total gibberish.
"And here I was hoping something nice would happen. I'm not going to say 'Kerwyn serves the Dark Lord', though, that'd be stupid."
Of course, Kerwyn just said it before he left the circle.

If nothing still happens, he'll walk over to Master Festrath.
"Master, I think the others are planning a rebel. Can you borrow me your superior weapons so I can subtly take care of the leader to smother their willingness?"
 

Festrath responds to Kerwyn, "They must be punished for their insolence.

"Do you like my new dagger?"
Festrath shows Kerwyn a curved Dagger, on one side of it is engraved the name Festrath.

"Acolyte, you can have a dagger just like this, you don't need mine. Go back and stand on the black obex again and wave your hands the way you did last time, only this time call out to mighty Tharzidun instead of calling out to the Dark Lord. Call him by name and he'll give you your own dagger."
 


The cultist draws out a curved short sword with a sharp edge. "Ahhh, yes, my sword. I'd had it for years. It is reliable and does good work. Young acolyte, you can borrow it to deal with the insolent slaves.

"You should get your own dagger from mighty Tharzidun. In the future, there is no other weapon that I would choose to wield.

"The blade is smaller, but more useful for sacrifices or for sticking in holes between armor plates.


Festrath hands the shortsword to Kerwyn.
 

"Thank you, Great Master," Kerwyn says and bows to the now-less-armed cultist. He goes to the others, waving his new toy and smiling like a child that got something really nice.
When he gets to the others, he whispers: "Craven, I'm going to pretend to stick the business end of this baby into you, so you pretend to die, okay? And when I call him over to sacrifice you in the honor of the Dark Lord, we gang on him and beat him senseless before has a chance to react. Neh?"
 

Lenya

“Very good, I knew you could convince him to part with it for a moment,” Lenya says approvingly. “I guess we can just attack him now, no need for the charade.”
 



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