Feint Whispers Chapter #4: The Hallowed Hills
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The weakened and restless party makes its way back to through unlit tunnels and caverns. Eventually the Fists find themselves standing in the large cavern where they battled the undead, standing under the the mouth of the pit that leads up to the cathedral's crypt. An acolyte was posted their to await your return, throwing a rope down. Your bloodied bodies are lead back to the main service building to recieve care and report to the Abbot.
Upon hearing of your survival and the fate of his lost monks, Abbot Gerrard looks sullen; "I thank you all. At the very least, knowing of our Brothers' demise allows us to pray for their souls' safe return to the Court of the All-Father. Poor Brother Durham.." He can barely choke back a sob, "Please, stay with us for a few days. It would not be right to allow such a gift from the Gods to leave hear in such a bloody mess..."
A chiming sound can be heard in the back of everyone's mind.
You escape the small space!!!
The furry blue form of Last darts from under a pew, scampering between the legs of Fist and holy man alike. You escape!!!
OOC: After the supplies, monks' equipment, as well as the small horde of gold and jewels left by the orcish raiding party is excavated, the Order dispenses a reward to the Fists. Everyone recieves 1300gp/each as well as 1800xp. You have a few days downtime, so feel free to level as well as purchase healing potions, holy water, and the other minor divine objects The Order of the Risen Star has available, though no individual item can exceed a value of 150gp. Update your stat blocks in the ooc forum as soon as you can. Again, feel free to rp out what you are doing during this downtime at the Order. I will start a new game thread within the next few days. Good job everyone, this module was suppossed to be killer.
Tarowyn: They day following the party's victory over the undead, the Abbot and several monks approach you. They wish to offer you one of their most holy items, a tanned, polished quiver of the finest make. They say it was a gift from a traveling elven cleric of Solonon (Diety of elves, archers, merenaries, and trackers). It is said to have the divinely-bestowed ability to store multiple ranged weapons without encumbering its wearer. (Functions like a Quiver of Elhonna) The Order, given its increase burdens in the face of earthquake and wars, asks that you make a 'donation' in return (1800gp) for such a prized item. If you cannot pay now (which you can't), they will have it sent to Duvik's Pass, where you can make the full payment to a go-between there. [Let me know if you accept the deal. Obviously, don't add it to your statblock until after you actually pay for it in Duvik's Pass.]
Upon hearing of your survival and the fate of his lost monks, Abbot Gerrard looks sullen; "I thank you all. At the very least, knowing of our Brothers' demise allows us to pray for their souls' safe return to the Court of the All-Father. Poor Brother Durham.." He can barely choke back a sob, "Please, stay with us for a few days. It would not be right to allow such a gift from the Gods to leave hear in such a bloody mess..."
A chiming sound can be heard in the back of everyone's mind.
You escape the small space!!!
The furry blue form of Last darts from under a pew, scampering between the legs of Fist and holy man alike. You escape!!!
OOC: After the supplies, monks' equipment, as well as the small horde of gold and jewels left by the orcish raiding party is excavated, the Order dispenses a reward to the Fists. Everyone recieves 1300gp/each as well as 1800xp. You have a few days downtime, so feel free to level as well as purchase healing potions, holy water, and the other minor divine objects The Order of the Risen Star has available, though no individual item can exceed a value of 150gp. Update your stat blocks in the ooc forum as soon as you can. Again, feel free to rp out what you are doing during this downtime at the Order. I will start a new game thread within the next few days. Good job everyone, this module was suppossed to be killer.
Tarowyn: They day following the party's victory over the undead, the Abbot and several monks approach you. They wish to offer you one of their most holy items, a tanned, polished quiver of the finest make. They say it was a gift from a traveling elven cleric of Solonon (Diety of elves, archers, merenaries, and trackers). It is said to have the divinely-bestowed ability to store multiple ranged weapons without encumbering its wearer. (Functions like a Quiver of Elhonna) The Order, given its increase burdens in the face of earthquake and wars, asks that you make a 'donation' in return (1800gp) for such a prized item. If you cannot pay now (which you can't), they will have it sent to Duvik's Pass, where you can make the full payment to a go-between there. [Let me know if you accept the deal. Obviously, don't add it to your statblock until after you actually pay for it in Duvik's Pass.]
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Mirth
Explorer
jasamcarl said:
Looking over the quiver that the monks are offering him, Tarowyn is suddenly ashamed of his atheistic nature. "I have no words to express my gratitude for this magnificent gift. I am not a spiritual man, although I once was. This boon has rekindled a spark in me that I thought had died long ago."
"I know that you are under a great burden right now, and yet you still offer of yourselves to me," as the elf speaks, his voice breaks a little. "I cannot simply take this thing of beauty and offer nothing in return." With that, the elf removes the Bracers of Armor from his wrists and extends them towards one of the brothers. "I have a feeling that one of you can put these to better use than I can. Please take them in addition to my share of the wealth that the Fist has garnered below."
OOC: I used some poetic license to change the story around a bit. If this trade is okay with you Carl, I'll make the necessary adjustments on my character. Just let me know. Otherwise, Tarowyn is updated and ready for the next chapter.
Festy_Dog
First Post
Norri sits quietly on a rock in front of the monastery, quietly going over his equipment to check for little things to fix. He inspects his crossbow string carefully then, satisfied with the durability of his weapons, goes over his armour.
Wonder how mother's doin'? She wouldn't reply if I wrote would she? Nah... I'm making a very profitable livin' here. Whoever though adventurers could get paid so well? I guess it evens out with the risks, not like vampires 'n' such are somethin' you have to deal with every day. We got by though... Maybe I should write home, I mean, maybe she'll not be ashamed so much if I said I had a decent livin' now, helping some experienced adventurin' types shoo the region's troubles away... yeah, I think I will write her.
Norri's check of his equipment finishes soon after an increase in pace, leaving him some time to write a letter to his mother about all the money he earnt by helping the nice adventurers here.
Wonder how mother's doin'? She wouldn't reply if I wrote would she? Nah... I'm making a very profitable livin' here. Whoever though adventurers could get paid so well? I guess it evens out with the risks, not like vampires 'n' such are somethin' you have to deal with every day. We got by though... Maybe I should write home, I mean, maybe she'll not be ashamed so much if I said I had a decent livin' now, helping some experienced adventurin' types shoo the region's troubles away... yeah, I think I will write her.
Norri's check of his equipment finishes soon after an increase in pace, leaving him some time to write a letter to his mother about all the money he earnt by helping the nice adventurers here.
KaintheSeeker
Explorer
Whitney sits back as she waits for the wax seal on her letter to cool. Mist purred as she pulled a bit of jerky out of her pouch for her. "So, we've got a mysterious force hunting our little blue friend, a vampire who is out some minions." taps her quill to her chin as she pauses writing her next letter to rub Mist's chin.
"So, do you think this sort of thing merits me writing to father about it? I know my old masters" gestures to the letter, " are interested in this, given their interest in diverse elements in the region. But father?" sighs. "Maybe I should, he might have heard something that I didn't know about on my level."
Mist purrs and butts her head against her quill. "Oh of course you don't care do you, snufflepuff?" Whiteny says with a laugh, "so long as you get some effection and attention huh?"
"So, do you think this sort of thing merits me writing to father about it? I know my old masters" gestures to the letter, " are interested in this, given their interest in diverse elements in the region. But father?" sighs. "Maybe I should, he might have heard something that I didn't know about on my level."
Mist purrs and butts her head against her quill. "Oh of course you don't care do you, snufflepuff?" Whiteny says with a laugh, "so long as you get some effection and attention huh?"
Krug
Newshound
Bhartus spends his time praying to Moradin for protecting the party against the Vampire creature, and if there are any dwarves in the area, he will preach to them not to forget their lineage. He'll also try to send 10% of his earnings back to his clan, and wonders how they are. He's yet to find a suitable place for them.
Still he's enjoying his time out of the caves, and wonder where the road might lead to next...
Still he's enjoying his time out of the caves, and wonder where the road might lead to next...
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