Endur's Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil
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Xael
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Endur said:
"Thank you, though I must admit that the shot was somewhat better than my average. The shot would have helped more if it would have happened sooner though.", Lylamwyn mumbles. He's not feeling particulary hungry right now, especially if the food in question would be a frog. A frog that seems to eat people too.
"The easiest thing to do is probably to bury Nierethi somewhere here. We should make sure his relatives are informed when we return though.", Lylamwyn suggest to others. *If we return that is.*
Endur
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Dawn has arrived.
The party of adventurers finds a dry spot just below the top of the ridge and bury Nierethi Poscurian.
The party of adventurers crosses the ridge to look across the valley. It is going to be a beautiful Spring day. Hardly a cloud in sight.
The land in the valley below is untamed. The evil reputation of the ruined Moathouse keeps farmers from coming too close.
The moathouse, about two miles away, does not look as imposing as it sounds in the stories. In fact, it is much smaller than you thought it would be.
Craven is momentarily stunned by a sense of terrible evil when he looks at the Moathouse, but he recovers in five seconds. It did not feel like the evil of an living creature. Rather it felt worse.
After the party followed the old road down into the valley for half a mile, they heard someone call for help from behind a tree, about 10 yards away from the old road.
Responding to the call for aid, they discover Old Del, the trapper, sitting against a tree, one of his legs is bent in a odd direction.
"Thank Pelor! I'm rescued! Is Elmo with you? I was running so fast, I didn't see the gopher hole and I broke my leg. I've been sitting by this tree since yesterday, half afraid to move. I never thought they were real!
"If you could aid me in making a splint, I should be able to hobble back to Hommlet. Someone has to warn Elmo! The Militia has to be assembled! I always thought they were myths!
"I saw a DRAGON! Well, not quite, I did not see the Dragon. It was concealed! Camouflaged against the sky. Invisible! But when it passed in front of a White Cloud, the Dragon's color was still blue! I saw the Dragon flying above the Moathouse! Then it moved away from the Cloud and I couldn't really see it, it was invisible in the blue sky!
"I ran as fast as I could, it didn't follow me. I've been terrified all day and all night! Thank Pelor! I'm rescued!"
Redithidoor Halfmoon looks like he was going to faint after hearing Old Del mention the Dragon.
Chat responds, "No way. There can't be a dragon at the moathouse. I was just there a week ago."
The party of adventurers finds a dry spot just below the top of the ridge and bury Nierethi Poscurian.
The party of adventurers crosses the ridge to look across the valley. It is going to be a beautiful Spring day. Hardly a cloud in sight.
The land in the valley below is untamed. The evil reputation of the ruined Moathouse keeps farmers from coming too close.
The moathouse, about two miles away, does not look as imposing as it sounds in the stories. In fact, it is much smaller than you thought it would be.
Craven is momentarily stunned by a sense of terrible evil when he looks at the Moathouse, but he recovers in five seconds. It did not feel like the evil of an living creature. Rather it felt worse.
After the party followed the old road down into the valley for half a mile, they heard someone call for help from behind a tree, about 10 yards away from the old road.
Responding to the call for aid, they discover Old Del, the trapper, sitting against a tree, one of his legs is bent in a odd direction.
"Thank Pelor! I'm rescued! Is Elmo with you? I was running so fast, I didn't see the gopher hole and I broke my leg. I've been sitting by this tree since yesterday, half afraid to move. I never thought they were real!
"If you could aid me in making a splint, I should be able to hobble back to Hommlet. Someone has to warn Elmo! The Militia has to be assembled! I always thought they were myths!
"I saw a DRAGON! Well, not quite, I did not see the Dragon. It was concealed! Camouflaged against the sky. Invisible! But when it passed in front of a White Cloud, the Dragon's color was still blue! I saw the Dragon flying above the Moathouse! Then it moved away from the Cloud and I couldn't really see it, it was invisible in the blue sky!
"I ran as fast as I could, it didn't follow me. I've been terrified all day and all night! Thank Pelor! I'm rescued!"
Redithidoor Halfmoon looks like he was going to faint after hearing Old Del mention the Dragon.
Chat responds, "No way. There can't be a dragon at the moathouse. I was just there a week ago."
*For the funeral, Craven laid out all of Nierethi's goods for him in his grave, trying to arrange everything neatly. He spoke what snatches of St. Cuthbert's holy texts he could recall for such occasions, funerals being something he was not really trained in. A terrible feeling had been growing in the pit of his stomach ever since Nierethi's body was taken from the frog, but he tried to press on anyways.*
*Crossing into view of the moathouse, however, was awful, worse than his nightmares. Fear and nausea roiled in his gut, and he had to stand and run through "The Virtues of Knighthood," twice in his head before he was able to be coherant. Craven kept one hand on his warhammer, and his shield out. Behind the shield, his hand was clenched into a tight fist, the metal and leather gauntlet being squeezed painfully into his hand. Craven didn't mind, the discomfort and pain kept him from doing something unforgiveable. All throughout the walk, his face remained an impassive mask.*
*When the trapper was spotted, Craven was ridiculously glad to have something to take his mind off the impending doom of the Moathouse. But to hear they may have a dragon to fight made him clench up again inside. It took him another minute before reason asserted itself.*
"Can someone help me here?" Craven says, bending down to look at Del's leg. He had no formal training, but he figured he could at least do a couple of sensible things to help. He used a bit of water to gently clean the leg, and tried to talk to Del and the others a bit. "Well, if it wasn't a dragon, what did he see?" he pointed out to Chat. "Could it have been a decoy or illusion? Del, did you hear anything from the dragon you saw?"
*Crossing into view of the moathouse, however, was awful, worse than his nightmares. Fear and nausea roiled in his gut, and he had to stand and run through "The Virtues of Knighthood," twice in his head before he was able to be coherant. Craven kept one hand on his warhammer, and his shield out. Behind the shield, his hand was clenched into a tight fist, the metal and leather gauntlet being squeezed painfully into his hand. Craven didn't mind, the discomfort and pain kept him from doing something unforgiveable. All throughout the walk, his face remained an impassive mask.*
*When the trapper was spotted, Craven was ridiculously glad to have something to take his mind off the impending doom of the Moathouse. But to hear they may have a dragon to fight made him clench up again inside. It took him another minute before reason asserted itself.*
"Can someone help me here?" Craven says, bending down to look at Del's leg. He had no formal training, but he figured he could at least do a couple of sensible things to help. He used a bit of water to gently clean the leg, and tried to talk to Del and the others a bit. "Well, if it wasn't a dragon, what did he see?" he pointed out to Chat. "Could it have been a decoy or illusion? Del, did you hear anything from the dragon you saw?"
Dalamar
Adventurer
A dragon? Dragons usually have a hoard...
A smile crosses Kerwyn's face. He takes a few steps towards the moathouse and then turns back towards the others.
"I'm going to take a look around the 'house. I don't have great hearing or sight, but I consider myself a decent sneak. Be back in... say, three hours."
Unless somebody starts protesting, Kerwyn heads towards his destination, first a short distance with a light jog, then moving to the undergrowth of the place and hiding from sight. He keeps a good distance from the moathouse, looking around the front half.
A smile crosses Kerwyn's face. He takes a few steps towards the moathouse and then turns back towards the others.
"I'm going to take a look around the 'house. I don't have great hearing or sight, but I consider myself a decent sneak. Be back in... say, three hours."
Unless somebody starts protesting, Kerwyn heads towards his destination, first a short distance with a light jog, then moving to the undergrowth of the place and hiding from sight. He keeps a good distance from the moathouse, looking around the front half.
Paxus Asclepius
First Post
To Kerwyn "Good luck, and be careful. Very careful."
Belaver then hastens to set the wound (Heal +7), and once he is certain that the bone is properly set, applies a small infusion of healing energy to set it on its way to mend (Cure Minor Wounds).
Belaver then hastens to set the wound (Heal +7), and once he is certain that the bone is properly set, applies a small infusion of healing energy to set it on its way to mend (Cure Minor Wounds).
Thanee
First Post
Lenya
Smiling lightly for the first time after the frog-incident, Lenya looks at old Del, happy to see, that at least some good came out of this journey.
With their help, he would safely return to Hommlet and could also inform Elmo of Nierethi's death. She would have brought him back or to the Kron Hills, but she definitely prefered it this way. While his death was surely an unpleasant experience, more for him than for them, but still, Lenya had realized after a while, that it didn't really affect her much, especially since their journey had continued and her thoughts were once again directed to what lay ahead.
Her thoughts also wandered about her own part here. For one, she was even relieved that the gnome's death totally overshadowed her own display of power, which she had expected to arouse a little more attention than it did. Sure, there were priests and mages in Hommlet and magic was not that special, but her magic was different. At least, Lenya knew that, maybe the others really didn't suspect anything and just saw it like a simple spell?
Busy with her own thoughts, the young Rhennee listens only half-heartedly to what Del has to report, but suddenly Lenya's eyes widen in disbelief.
“A dragon? You mean... like one of those big, scaly, winged creatures that breathe fire and smoke? That can't be for real...”
Smiling lightly for the first time after the frog-incident, Lenya looks at old Del, happy to see, that at least some good came out of this journey.
With their help, he would safely return to Hommlet and could also inform Elmo of Nierethi's death. She would have brought him back or to the Kron Hills, but she definitely prefered it this way. While his death was surely an unpleasant experience, more for him than for them, but still, Lenya had realized after a while, that it didn't really affect her much, especially since their journey had continued and her thoughts were once again directed to what lay ahead.
Her thoughts also wandered about her own part here. For one, she was even relieved that the gnome's death totally overshadowed her own display of power, which she had expected to arouse a little more attention than it did. Sure, there were priests and mages in Hommlet and magic was not that special, but her magic was different. At least, Lenya knew that, maybe the others really didn't suspect anything and just saw it like a simple spell?
Busy with her own thoughts, the young Rhennee listens only half-heartedly to what Del has to report, but suddenly Lenya's eyes widen in disbelief.
“A dragon? You mean... like one of those big, scaly, winged creatures that breathe fire and smoke? That can't be for real...”
Thanee
First Post
Lenya
Only now, Lenya notices, that Kerwyn is just about to leave, to scout the Moathouse... alone.
“You do not want to go to the Moathouse alone, do you? Isn't that kind of foolish? There should at least be someone else coming with you! Anyone who is likewise able to remain silent and unseen.”
Only now, Lenya notices, that Kerwyn is just about to leave, to scout the Moathouse... alone.
“You do not want to go to the Moathouse alone, do you? Isn't that kind of foolish? There should at least be someone else coming with you! Anyone who is likewise able to remain silent and unseen.”
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