Endur's Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil

[Endur]

Drinks at the Welcome Wench

In addition to locally brewed beer and wines imported from Celene, the following imported liquors are available.

Slivovitz: The hardy natives of Geoff and Sterich produce this plum brandy of 80 to 100 proof. The drink is popular over the border in Keoland in Flen, Cryllor and even Longspear. Slivovitz is sweet when first drawn off but grows sour with age. Drinkers commonly argue over which taste is better.

Steinhager: From the slopes of Perrenland comes Steinhager, a variety of gin between 60 and 70 proof made from extremely concentrated juniper berries. The gin's taste is so distinct that even the olvenfolk of the Vesve and Highfolk Valley enjoy it. Steinhager is also popular throughout northwestern Furyondy. Perrenlander merchants export Steinhager, but local varieties exist wherever juniper trees can be found.

 

[Endur]

At another table higher on the hill ...

The tall man with red hair and the deep red beard seated next to his wife Madonna, a younger blonde haired woman, laughed out loud.
"This is excellent food! How many of these did you say survived the trip?", exclaimed Lord Burne, foremost Wizard of Hommlet.

The old gray haired woman, Canoness Y'Dey, replied to Lord Burne, , "Only enough for one meal. Most of the crabs died in the wagon."

The dark haired and dark bearded man, Lord Rufus, scowled to his brown haired wife Laurel seated next to him.

The gray haired woman continued, "There has been a prophesy. The news is both good and bad, for it concerns Fragarach."

Lord Burne stares and focuses his powerful gaze on the Canoness while his wife ignores the conversation and focuses on the meal. Lord Rufus continues to scowl and focuses on his meal, while his wife claps her hand together and urges the Canonness to say more about the prophesy.

The Canoness, after a long pause, continues, "If Fragarach returns, it will return in only one of three ways. In the hand of a hero true. In the hand of Prince Thrommel. Or with a doom too terrible to speak of."

Lord Rufus laughs and speaks in a sarcastic manner, "And that is the problem with prophesy. It makes no sense, or it is useless. Prince Thrommel is a hero true and the wielder of the blade, so how could the first two options be different? As for the third option, 'too terrible to speak of' tells us nothing."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Craven nodded in thanks to Vesta, and took Xaod with him. He took Marley's honeycakes and dashed off to his house. With a quick kiss to his sister and a promise that he would be back later, he jogged to the Temple. Xaod to bed first, then to Canoness Y'Dey, hoping she would see him on such short notice...*

 

[Endur]

Craven supports and guides the drunken Xaod through the village.

Marley thanks Craven for the honeycakes.

As they are walking, Xaod mumbles something about snakes that are there and then not there. Craven does not see any snakes.

Arriving at the Church of St. Cuthburt, Craven puts Xaod into his bed with no difficulties.

In the church, Calmer, a tall well-built man of mixed Flan-Oeridian heritage, greets Craven with a smile. "So Xaod has been backsliding again. Discipline is what seperates you and me from him. Discipline. Never Forget Discipline, Craven."

After hearing that Craven wants to talk to the Canoness, Calmer tells Craven, "Canoness Y'Dey went up the hill to eat dinner with the Lords. I can give her a message when she returns. Perhaps I myself can assist you with what you need? Or we could wake Terjon?"

 

[Thanee]

Lenya

“Vesta,” the young Rhennee adventuress asks her employer, her voice filled with excitement, “my friends and I, we plan to make a visit to the old Moathouse and maybe even the Temple itself. Will you be able to get along here without me for a few days? It surely can't take long...”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Craven supports and guides the drunken Xaod through the village.

Marley thanks Craven for the honeycakes.

As they are walking, Xaod mumbles something about snakes that are there and then not there. Craven does not see any snakes.

Arriving at the Church of St. Cuthburt, Craven puts Xaod into his bed with no difficulties.

In the church, Calmer, a tall well-built man of mixed Flan-Oeridian heritage, greets Craven with a smile. "So Xaod has been backsliding again. Discipline is what seperates you and me from him. Discipline. Never Forget Discipline, Craven."

After hearing that Craven wants to talk to the Canoness, Calmer tells Craven, "Canoness Y'Dey went up the hill to eat dinner with the Lords. I can give her a message when she returns. Perhaps I myself can assist you with what you need? Or we could wake Terjon?"

"Perhaps you can. There have been some disturbing tales in the inn. A man went to the moathouse and said he was chased away by undead! There were other able people at the inn who expressed interest in helping to clear the moathouse of such abominations. I request permission to go and assist them," Craven says clearly.

 

[Endur]

In the Tavern
Vesta sighs and responds to Lenya, "Of course, I understand the call of adventure and danger. Many adventurers have passed through this tavern on the way to the Moathouse over the years. Many of those I grew up with have been infected with adventurelust.
"Be careful. We would miss you terribly if you did not come back."


In the Temple of St. Cuthbert
Calmer nods to Craven, "Yes, there have been rumors of ghouls lurking in the Moathouse for several years. Elmo claims to have cleared them out several times. I suppose its time again for the Moathouse to be cleansed of abominations.
"Of course, you have my permission to pursue this course. I will inform the Canoness once she returns."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Thank you," Craven says with a bow. Hiding his inner nervousness, and attempting to ignore the familiar fear snake crawling in his gut, he dashed to his room to collect his armor and gear. Rope, backpack, bedroll, food, weapons, armor, waterskin, tools, whetstone... Ack! I don't have any torches... I better ask the others about that, I'd hate to run around there... in the dark... Shut up! he snarled to the voices in his head. Grabbing his full backpack and putting it on over his scalemail armor, he walked back to the Welcome Wench.

"Ah, hello again. I have secured temple sanction for this quest, so I shall be joining you," he tells the others that have indicated interest. "Now, I feel rather silly, but does someone have torches? I'm afraid I haven't had much occasion to get any since my last escort job."

 

[Thanee]

Lenya

With a big smile and eyes sparkling with curiosity, Lenya looks at Vesta after having gotten her leave.

“Thank you! It means a lot to me. I mean, I could just have left, but this... this place... you have always been so good to me, I really would not want to disappoint you. And someone has to find out what's up in the old Moathouse! It could be important for our all safety.”

When Craven comes back into the tavern and asks for torches, Lenya just shakes her head.

“I never needed any, I always travel by day. But it shouldn't be hard to get some, or a lantern and a few flasks of oil.”

 

[Thanee]

OOC: CLICK