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Message: <blockquote data-quote="el-remmen" data-source="post: 8238921" data-attributes="member: 11">Fun AF!We left off the last session out in front of the harvest goddess temple gates . Deciding to not smash their way in, Nora and Rollo (the ranger/sorcerer and the barbarian) decide to search around the perimeter of the outer wall, while Thron (druid) and Alston (gnome bard/wizard) rang the bell and spoke with the priestess who came to the gate. She said no one could come in before the weekly prayer day (five days away) but then suggested something weird was going on and whispered she'd make sure the gate was open for them at midnight. She suggested they should keep a low profile in the meantime and when coming back.The party headed back to the Windfellow Farm barn to rest and talk to their "Nancy Drew- wannabe" teenaged friend but along the way saw activity at the prefect's house. It seemed the prefect had returned from his "religious retreat" with several armed guards in tow, along with one of his daughters. They'd later find out - at the town meeting - that he was establishing a new bailiff and claimed he had sent the constable and deputies that the PCs had killed two sessions ago. He gave a warning against such brigands who'd pose as helpful adventurers and intimated that he had sent to the capital for help from a marshal. Adding that he knew who they were, and while doughty warriors, justice would find them.The prefect also announced that his former bodyguard, Traver Stoutheart (the dwarf who the PCs had met earlier looking for his master) had been arrested for conspiring against the prefect and helping the constable's murderers.The PCs considered going up to the prefect and simply admitting they were the ones who killed the constable and that it was a misunderstanding, but when Alston used his detect thoughts spell on the prefect the only thoughts he heard were "I AM IN THE LOAF. I AM OF THE LOAF. THE LOAF IS ME. WE ARE THE LOAF." and so on. . . This was also the case for all the guards and even the dwarf. Deciding there was no chance of reasoning with them, they went back to the barn to wait for midnight.Arriving at the temple in the night, they were let in through the gates and into the temple itself. Mistress Misha asked that they leave their weapons on the rack in the antechamber, as no weapons may be brought over the threshold out of respect for her goddess. As a show of good faith, she put her own mace on the rack. Three of the PCs agree, though the druid feigned a limp and kept his staff. Rollo, however, said he was not much a talker anyway, so out of respect for his own belief would wait in the antechamber with his great axe.Well, it was an ambush. Hobgoblin mercenaries appeared from behind the central chamber's pillars and two more emerged from doors on either side. The priestess also attacked. It was a tough fight but once again Alston led the carnage with his heat metal spell, even though arrow after arrow struck him trying to kill him and/or break his concentration. Rollo was especially happy to finally get some enemies properly lined up to use his javelin of lightning, but better yet, when the bolt of lightning struck the mosaic behind the altar and revealed a hidden troglodyte camouflaged against it. It was nearly killed, but this drove it and three other trogs to action! When their puckered sores wept, a foul stench filled the room and Rollo recognized it. The mushrooms he had eaten when hanging out with the Loafers, it had been grown in dung. Dung that reminded him of the stench of these creatures. OH MY GOD! HE HAD EATEN MUSHROOMS GROWN IN TROGLODYTE DUNG! <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f923.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":ROFLMAO:" title="ROFL    :ROFLMAO:"  data-smilie="18"data-shortname=":ROFLMAO:" />The initial trog would get away, but the rest were killed, as were the hobgoblins. The defeated priestess got a natural 20 on her death save and tried to sneak away, but got spotted and they stopped her. She nearly died again, but they bound her wounds and slapped manacles on her.The party had barely gathered their wits when four monks burst into the chamber and attacked. There was another tough fight.After this they searched the rest of the temple ground floor and found several ways to the lower level and made their way down a rough hewn stairway dug out of the earth beneath the temple. In another network of rooms they stumbled upon a group of zombie caravan guards, still in tattered tabards. We called the session when that fight ended.Oh and in the quarters of the priestess they found a letter from someone named "Saul" (which I have attached) which Thron recognized as being in the handwriting of his estranged husband, Bob (as Saul is his real name).[ATTACH]135113[/ATTACH]</blockquote>

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