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Milo Windby's Collected Story Hour

Never played the original ToEE, but heard it was a meat-grinder just like the sequel. How many of Milo's troupe will be ground?

So far, no one. I think that it has something to do with the fact that I was rushed when I converted the first level. I converted most everything straight across and ended up with a ton of cannon fodder troops and very little that could give the gang a run for the money. Don't worry though, I will be taking a bit of time to remedy that this next weekend. THERE WILL BE NO MORE MR NICE FROG!!!

Some few modifications have been to the module in order to better fit it into the gaming world in which we are playing. I cannot disclose all of the changes of course, but I will say that if they are not careful Milo and the gang will end up with a HUGE problem on their hands...
 

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frog said:


Don't worry though, I will be taking a bit of time to remedy that this next weekend. THERE WILL BE NO MORE MR NICE FROG!!!


Sure........this is what he always says. ;) All week long I hear how one of us may die. Anything he throws at us we just throw Jeremiah back. :)
 

It's true!

Originally posted by Mazi

Sure........this is what he always says. All week long I hear how one of us may die. Anything he throws at us we just throw Jeremiah back.

It's so true, Jeremiah is a one-man killing machine, with Brigit a close second. Most of the time Mazi and Milo end up looking at each other and throwing up their hands in resignation. A kill by either of us earns a high five, a kill by Brigit or Jer doesn't even make us blink. :p

I've got some school work dumped on me this week but I will be striving to get out a good post this weekend. Sorry for the extremely long wait between updates. I was as horrified as you were about the thread falling off the front page, Rel. :eek:

I don't know what Frog is talking about though, he seems to think of four earth elementals, of which we only fought one, as cannon fodder. Ask Brigit if she thinks that encounter was a breeze. ;) No fatalities yet though. If we had stayed and fought in that room (as Frog wanted us to) the other three elementals would have made their way in and we definitely would have been toast. Anyways...stay tuned for a story post.
 
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Ah c'mon...they were just baby elementals really...more "elementlets" than elementals. They just wanted to play with you is all.

Jeremiah is a one-man killing machine, with Brigit a close second.

I wouldn't say that to her face. She may have a beard but she AIN'T NO MAN!!!

Dwarven women...ya gotta love 'em.
 

Temple of Elemental Evil - part 7 (session 8)

Temple of Elemental Evil - part 7 (session 8)
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Following Mazi's impromptu fashion show the group trooped back into the main room where they encountered the harpies. Brigit went to work hacking up corpses while the others searched the area. Milo noticed something fishy about a section of the west wall, near the corner of the room. He called Mazi over, recalling the elven trait of seeing past illusion, magical or otherwise. She noticed the wall as well, particularly a man-sized section that seemed to swing out. Try as they might though, neither could find any catch or release to work the secret door. Shrugging, Milo figured out loud that it could be a one-way door leading into the harpy’s room, but not out.

The other door in the room led to the north. Brigit had finished her grisly, self-imposed job and was already examining the door, listening for any sounds of occupants in the room beyond. Milo joined her at the door, both with their ear to the rough wood. Neither heard anything on the other side. All seemed quiet.

Never trusting the apparent state of things, they proceeded cautiously. Brigit opened the door with Jeremiah close behind. Milo followed with Mazi bringing up the rear. The door opened into a mid-sized room, full of broken furniture and rotted rags strewn about. A broken chest lay in one corner and another door led out to the west.

Milo was the first to notice that they were not alone in the room. Four shadowed shapes detached themselves from the walls and began to shamble towards the adventurers. Moaning, they raised their clawed hands and lurched forward. Milo was standing behind Brigit and Jeremiah as they readied their weapons. He quickly raised his hand, calling on the power of his deity. A holy light broke on the ghouls. Three of the four shrieked and turned to flee.

Jeremiah was faster than they were. He leapt forward to bar their way, coming close to the three that turned to flee. His sword whistled through the air before sinking into the putrid flesh of the ghouls. His first swing sliced a nasty wound through the belly of the middle ghoul, a blow that would have killed it if it weren't undead. He quickly reversed his swing and chopped through the same wound, severing its spine and dropping it to the ground. Jeremiah kept swinging, his sword found its way into the chest of the ghoul to his right, slicing clean through the decrepit muscles and tendons. The ghoul shrieked again and fell as well. Jeremiah was in rare form as he spun around full circle, his sword extended. The huge blade was a silver blur as it sped towards the third ghoul on his left. The ghoul shrieked from the wound but still had enough strength, and enough fear, to flee from Milo's outstretched palm.

The ghoul ran through the door to the west, shrieking the entire way. Milo could hear its unearthly voice grow faint as it fled. The other ghoul was made of sterner stuff, it ignored Milo's invocation and sprung towards Jeremiah, its yellowed teeth gnashing. Jeremiah warded off the biting undead with his gauntlet, pushing back and cracking one of the brittle teeth.

Brigit stepped in to aid her barbarian friend. Trollgrater cleaved the air in a vertical stroke, coming down hard on the ghoul's shoulder. Bone was sheared from bone as the magic axe crashed down. Brigit was left with her axe embedded in the ghoul's tough breastbone. The corpse toppled with her axe still mired. She stepped up onto the corpse and heaved at the axe while shouting to the others, "Well don' jus stand there lookin cute. Go get tha other un!"

The battle was over in a matter of seconds, Mazi didn't even have time to react. She came to her senses after hearing Brigit and ran over to the other door. She pushed it open and peered through, seeing a dimly lit hallway leading to the south and ending in another door. The ghoul was nowhere to be found.

By that time Brigit had recovered her axe and stomped up to the elf. "Move aside, lassie. We gots one more O them ugly critters ta get rid of before it calls down tha whole place on us."

Mazi stepped to the side to let Brigit by, Jeremiah and Milo followed close at the dwarf's heels. Mazi just shook her head and fell in behind the others.

Brigit came to the door at the end of the short hallway and planted her steel clad boot right in the middle. The wooden door swung on its hinges before slamming into the wall of the room beyond. The ghoul was there, as well as two larger, similar creatures. Milo recognized them as ghasts.

"Gas is right! This place stinks!" Brigit said. Mazi would have agreed if she weren't busy retching behind the others. The smell seemed to affect her more than the others.

The ghasts were standing over a half-eaten orc. The room appeared to formerly be quarters for a lesser priest of the temple. The walls were plastered and had paintings of unmentionable scenes scrawled from corner to corner. There were couches and a bed, broken furniture and bones scattered across the floor. The room reeked of rotted flesh and other, less recognizable odors.

Brigit and Jeremiah stood side by side in front of Milo, Mazi hung back in the doorway, holding herself steady with one hand on the frame. Milo raised his hand again, summoning forth the power of Usamigaras. The light burst forth from his hand once more, shining on the undead. The ghoul screamed and ran to the corner to cower but the ghasts merely winced at the bright flash of light.

Mazi knocked an arrow to her bow and sited the ghasts from in-between Jeremiah and Brigit. She loosed the missile and watched it fly in an unerring path directly into the forehead of the ghast to the right. The undead creature growled and turned its baleful glare on the slightly nauseated elf. It started forward to exact its revenge on Mazi.

Before it could move a step, Jeremiah had sprung to the attack. He leaped forward, in range of all three undead, and started his deadly swordplay. The Windsword blurred in the low light of the cavern. Jer attacked the cowering ghoul first, hitting it twice in quick succession. The ghoul couldn't take the extreme amount of damage Jeremiah was dealing out with his enchanted sword. It practically fell apart, the decomposing skin stretched taut along its bones peeled back under his assault and the ghoul nearly exploded from his attack. Jer didn't even pause to see the ghoul fall, his sword was already stabbing at the wounded ghast. The point sunk deep into the scabrous flesh, creating a bloodless wound that stung nonetheless.

The ghast turned it's gaze from Mazithra and focused on the new threat of the barbarian's greatsword. The undead bared its fangs and lunged for the exposed flesh of Jeremiah's head. It was rewarded with a mouth full of steel as Jer raised his gauntlet to fend off the blow. The rings of magic radiated from the impact before dying down again.

The ghast to the left of the group attacked the closest enemy, Brigit. She performed a similar defense, using her arm to block the incoming teeth of the undead creature. Her armor came back dented, but whole. The impact of the supernaturally strong jaw had numbed her arm. She slashed ineffectively at the ghast, her axe feeling heavy in her numb hand.

A fresh wave of stink washed over the party seconds after they had entered the room. It was as if in moving the ghasts had revealed an even more nauseating odor. Mazi retched again, marring her aim. Her arrow missed the wounded ghast Jeremiah fought against.

Milo gave up his attempts at turning the undead. They seemed to be especially resistant to the divine power. He grabbed his handaxes, Reft and Rend, and tumbled into the fray. He got near the wounded ghast and the wall and planted his feet. The frenzied battle between Jeremiah and the ghast left Milo little room to attack, he missed with both axes. 'I should practice more often,' he thought to himself.

Jeremiah and Brigit rendered him without targets to practice on with their next flurry of attacks. Jeremiah lunged at the ghast with his sword, piercing its preternaturally tough hide. Once impaled, he wrenched the sword to the left, cutting completely through and spattering the other ghast with gore. He continued his cut, free from the confines of the ghast's body, into the other. The sword slid against bone as he slid the blade into the undead's rib. He withdrew the greatsword and stabbed at the still-standing creature. Brigit's axe crashed down on the pinned ghast, cleaving straight through and jarring against Jeremiah's sword that still impaled the creature.

The only sound they could hear after the last ghast fell was their own heavy breathing and Mazithra's quiet retching near the door.
 

Temple of Elemental Evil - part 8 (session 8)

Temple of Elemental Evil - part 8 (session 8)
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Milo politely ignored the quietly heaving elf near the door and gestured to the orc corpse.

”I dunno if ghasts can spawn, but you may want to do your thing with your axe on that orc corpse.” he said to Brigit.

”Aye.” was her simple reply.

Brigit set to work on the orc corpse, rendering it so much ground meat in a matter of moments. Meanwhile Milo kicked around the room, pushing garbage, rotten clothes, and bones about in search of anything of value. Not finding anything shiny or interesting he focused his attention on the walls. He ignored the various disgusting murals and searched for any secret niches or doors. Moving along the length of the wall slowly and carefully he found a loose wall sconce. Upon further examination he could tell that it was loose by design, there was some sort of mechanism that the sconce worked in the stone wall. He peered closely at the sconce, jiggling it just a little from his vantage point near the bottom of the wall. Determining it relatively safe, he triggered the mechanism.

A low rumble sounded from deep in the wall. Slowly, a large portion rotated around a central axis, leaving two openings on either side of the turned portion of stone. Mazi tempted fate and the gods of sour stomachs by speaking up.

”That’s got to be the ::urp:: one way door we found ::urp:: in the harpies’ lair. ::HURP::” she managed to squeak out before a renewed fit of retching rendered her speechless.

Mazi had been keeping careful track of their whereabouts with her parchment and ink. Milo appreciated the effort, keeping them from getting too lost and completely off track. He nodded his agreement and let swiveled the sconce back into place. The stone rumbled to a close, barely distinguishable from the rest of the wall.

Brigit had finished her work and the orc was no more. She even went the extra measure and made sure the ghoul and ghasts wouldn’t be making a repeat performance. By mutual assent the party moved back into the previous room where they had originally encountered the ghouls.

Milo noticed a dull shine beneath some of the rags piled on the floor. He kicked the old clothes to the side and picked up a platinum piece.

”Paydirt!” he cried as he brandished the coin. ”There’s more of this around, I’d wager.”

With that he bent closer to the ground and resumed his search. Brigit and Jeremiah joined in, both stooping down to find more coins. They found various denominations scattered about the room with the highest concentration near the broken chest in the corner of the room. All told they had accumulated more than 50 gold pieces worth of coins.

Milo did a careful once over of the room before they backtracked to the harpy room. No other secrets revealed themselves to his keen eyes. He reminded his friends of the pressure plate near the entrance of the room and carefully skirted the trap. Figuring more of the same was ahead, Milo stayed five to ten paces in front of the group to find any other devious traps.

The group took the right at the four-way intersection down from the harpies’ room. The dimly lit corridor led straight for a few paces before jogging to the right, then continuing straight again. A passage branched to the right at an angle from the main corridor. Keeping with tradition, they chose the right-hand passage.

The hallway opened into a hexagon-shaped room. A broken stone chair dominated the room midway to the rear, opposite from the southerly passage they entered from. Broken furniture once again littered the ground. It was getting so Milo wouldn’t know what to do in a room free of splintered wood and torn upholstery. The stone chair, perhaps a throne at one time, was fashioned from the same brown marble veined with black that they had seen in use around this area of the temple. Milo began to have an inkling about the nature of this portion. If it was elements, this had to be Earth. The ceiling stretched above them, supported by arches as its dome raised into the darkness.

Milo stopped the others before they entered and checked the entryway from traps. Open hallways into empty rooms always made him suspicious. He found no obvious traps and pronounced the entry safe. A few steps into the room and Milo felt more than suspicious, he felt watched. He peered around the room, trying to find the unseen eyes. He and Mazi spotted them at the same time.

Milo’s hand was already on his crossbow, fetching a bolt to load. Mazi pointed to the ceiling and said, ”Bat-sized shadows. I hate bats, they’re just rats with wings.”

There was no time for a response as a large number of winged shadows detached from the ceiling and winged their way towards the adventurers.

”Stirges!” Milo groaned. ”Let’s see how they fare in a little turbulence.”

Milo concentrated and raised his fingers in the direction of the approaching stirges. He chanted a litany that had served him well in the past. The air around his fingers coalesced into tiny solid shards. The miniature knives sprung from his hand and sunk into the cloud of stirges. A thirty-foot spray streamed from the focal point of his outstretched fingers. The inhuman sound of the stirges’ screams filled the vaulted ceiling of the room, echoing from the top of the dome.

Thirteen stirges fell to the floor, dead. Milo watched in satisfaction as the other eight flapped up to the ceiling, out of sight.

”There’ll be no blood for you birds today!” He scoffed at the retreating creatures. He turned quickly to his companions still standing in the doorway. ”Mazi, Jeremiah, you two take out your bows and cover Brigit and I. We’ll give this room a thorough search before the stirges gather their strength and come back.”

Mazi and Jeremiah nodded quietly, their eyes still on the thirteen dead stirges on the floor. Milo grinned boyishly and turned to investigate the marble throne. He and Brigit couldn’t find anything special about the broken and cracked chair, other than it was made of a marble they had never seen before. Brigit glanced at the wall behind the throne, thinking she saw something. Milo looked at the wall closer, noticing a slight crack running up between the floor and ceiling. He found a loose stone that moved to the side slightly.

Fearing the stirges would get brave and not knowing how many more roosted in the rafters or cracks of the ceiling, Milo chanced the sliding stone. Another deep rumbling could be heard from within the wall. Milo hopped back and watched as the wall swung out towards him. A short hallway was revealed behind the throne. He motioned to Mazi and Jeremiah to follow him and Brigit through. They ducked and ran into the hallway barely behind the dwarf and halfling.

The dank hallway led to a blank hallway. After a quick search Milo found another sliding stone. He pushed the stone to the side and watched as the wall slid forward, into another room. They filed through, closing the door, and the stirges, behind them.

This room was unique. It was circular in shape and fashioned out of polished black stones. Another exit led off directly opposite from the door they walked through. An eerie glow illuminated the room, provided by a phosphorous material coating the ceiling. In the center of the room was a circular depression, taking up a large portion of the area. Around the depression was a low bench, the perfect size for a halfling facing outwards, or a human if he were facing inwards.

Milo and Mazi both felt a prickling at their necks. They were sure this place had some sort of quasi-mystical purpose. Milo moved closer to the depression, examining it from a distance and taking a better look at the low bench. There was nothing abnormal about the depression, but Milo did find drawers carved into the stone of the bench. He checked the first drawer for traps before sliding it open on its stone track. It was completely empty. Milo examined the next with the same care, making sure it wasn’t trapped before drawing out the compartment. It was also empty. There were six other drawers of identical make. Milo figured if two weren’t trapped, neither were the rest. He methodically opened the drawers, only to find them as empty as the first two.

It was the last drawer that finally yielded something. Inside were geometric shapes, out of wood. There were cones and rods among other assorted models. As Milo examined them he felt a strong urge to pick them up and toss them into the depression, to get a better idea of their nature. He cut that line of thought off as quickly as it occurred to him. Something about the shapes made him want to throw them in, and it wasn’t his own latent curiosity. That invariably meant trouble.

”Something makes me want to throw these in the circle.” he told the others, addressing Mazi specifically. ”I don’t think I should, considering the fact that it’s not something I would normally do just out of the blue.”

Mazi shrugged but Brigit agreed, ”Aye, I remember tha wall in tha caves, if it ain’t ya wantin ta do it, then don’ do it!”

Milo slammed the drawer shut, sealing off the tempting shapes. ”That’s it then, nothing more to see here. Let’s get out of this room.” he said with a shiver.
 

Temple of Elemental Evil - part 9 (session 8)

Temple of Elemental Evil - part 9 (session 8)
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The other exit led into a smaller circular room. The same black polished stone was used in this room's construction as in the last. A phosphorous glow also illuminated the chamber, but instead of an indistinct, diffuse light there were pinpricks all across the ceiling.

"Some kind of map of the stars maybe?" Milo postulated.

No one replied. Milo broke his gaze from the fascinating lights on the ceiling and surveyed the rest of the room. A broken obsidian altar stood between them and the other exit from the chamber, directly opposite from the entrance. Milo turned to look the way they came and noticed carved letters along the arch of the passage leading into the circular depression chamber.

"'Exalted Chamber of High Augury' it says," Milo stated, pointing up at the writing. "So that's what those cones and rods were for, and the shallow center with the bench. I'm glad I didn't throw them in. I don't think we'd get much of an answer from that particular augury, judging from the atmosphere of this place."

"I don' know nuthin bout this augury stuff, but this place certainly ain't no vacation spot." noted Brigit.

"You know, I had a faint recollection about this place when we first saw it in the clearing." Mazi interjected. "I was reminded of my childhood." Mazi paused, her expression one of deep thought.

"Well? Out wi' it elfie, what d'ya know O this place?" Brigit said impatiently.

"As a child, I remember the stories told around the campfire of terrible days long ago. When the dwarves allied with the elves to fight against the Ancient Evil, Zahadun. The greatest of these battles ended with the allies chasing the servants of Zahadun to their Temple stronghold. While the Red Queen, The Scholar, and The Beast escaped and were later brought low, The Rotting Stench was defeated and entombed in the ancient Temple." Mazi took a deep breath before continuing her story, "As I gazed on the ruins outside I knew in my soul that this was the place of Her defeat. I know that the Baron is unwittingly about to raise one of the ancient evils from the dead and free her from her eternal prison." Mazi almost seemed unable to continue before finishing with, "This is the place of childhood nightmares come alive - this is the Temple of Evil."

"Wheeeew." Milo let out a low whistle. "That's pretty serious Mazi, The Rotting Stench? It's a She? And the Baron is digging her up? This can't be good."

"Aye, I remember tha tales now Mazi. Ya jogged me memory but good. O all the stories me pa told round near the fire, those were tha worse. I never paid em no heed once I got out on me own and learnt tha ways O the fighter." Brigit said.

"So now we know what's in here, but we don't know how much of it our dear friend the Baron has dug up. Lovely." Milo quipped sarcastically.

"Nothing to do for it but destroy what's in here." said Jeremiah.

The others looked at their normally quiet with surprise. He stared back with a serious expression set in his face. After a few seconds of the focused attention he actually blushed a little.

Finally, Brigit broke the silence, "Our quiet friend has tha right O it I fear. We gotta clean this place out at least as far as tha Baron has dug up, an' hope nuthin' more comes O it."

"At least as far -" Milo left the statement hanging. After a second of pondering he shrugged, all grins and laughs again. "Well let's get to it then, as pretty as the ceiling is here, I don't think we're getting any closer to that goal standing around gabbing all day."

Brigit and Mazi chuckled at Milo's swift change in attitude. They all had their own way of dealing with the new sense of dread that Mazi's tale instilled in them.

The hall leading out of the star room led north a few paces before slanting slightly to the west. It ended in an intersection, the new hallway stretching from the east to the west. They followed the easiest pattern, taking the right hand turn and heading east.

At the end of the hall, only forty paces or so from the intersection, they found a door to the north. The door was decorated with strange runes and had a sturdy lock. Milo motioned for the others to hang back while he investigated. He used his limited knowledge of other written languages to decipher the script on the door.

Before he could make out the first word of the writing the runes glowed brightly. In mere moments the runes exploded outwards, spraying white-hot energy towards Milo. His fast reflexes served him well as he ducked and tumbled away from the exploding trap.

"Right! No reading strange runes on doors!" Milo said to himself.

"Nice trap findin', halflin'. I bet ya woke up tha whole place wi' tha one!" Brigit scoffed.

"Hush you, let me work." Milo answered.

Milo approached the door again, cautiously. The runes were gone and all that remained was a simple, if not stout, oaken door. He examined the lock, noting the fine craftsmanship and its surprising complexity considering its size. He couldn't find any traces of another trap in the lock.

Milo broke out his trusty picks and went to work on the door. The lock was much more complex than he had thought on the first inspection. Five tries later a frustrated Milo finally heard the satisfying "CLICK" of the lock opening. Milo turned around to the sound of sarcastic clapping.

"You can try your hand at it next time Brigit, we'll see how smug you are then." Milo said, finishing by sticking his tongue out at the grinning dwarf.

Inside the group found an apparently empty room. Cabinet doors lined the walls of the long room. The walls started about ten paces from either side of the door before narrowing down to ten feet wide at the end of the room. Eleven doors in all were set evenly along the walls, five on each side with a single center door.

Milo moved from the group to the first door on the right. He looked over the simple wooden construction. No runes, that's a good thing, he thought to himself. The doors were not locked, just held in place with a simple latch. Milo pulled open the first door, peering into the alcove beyond. A decomposed mummy lay on a carved rock bed. Milo looked over the body, paranoid that it would spring to life and reach for him. His fears were laid to rest after a good poking and prodding with his hand axes produced no reaction.

Milo found a ring of bronze with a jet triangle device on one of the corpse's finger. He figured it would be worth at least forty-five gold pieces if they could find a buyer. Acting on a hunch, or a whim, Milo casts his cantrip for detecting magic. The ring didn't respond, nor did anything else he could see besides their magic items.

"It's not magic," he told the others as he showed them the ring, "but it may be worth something. Shall we open the rest and see what's here?"

"I'm not in the habit of desecrating tombs," Mazi started, "but after the caves, I don't want to leave anything behind me that could catch up later. Go for it."

Jeremiah seemed indifferent. There was nothing to kill here, yet. He simply shrugged.

Milo checked the next door down for traps. Finding none, he swung open the panel and looked in. Another mummified body lay inside, as well as another ring identical to the other. Milo slipped the ring off the bony finger and closed the cabinet after a quick search inside.

"Looks to be more of the same." Milo said, holding up the ring. "Brigit, would you like to do the honors with the rest of them?'

"Aye, outta the way, halflin'." She answered.

Brigit moved to the third, not even bothering to check for traps, and swung it open. More of the same lay inside: A body and a ring with the jet triangle. Milo kept track of the rings as Brigit made her way around the room.

The rest were the same as the first three, until she swung open the second to last door. A rush of air accompanied the door as well as a blast of dust and dirt. Not expecting anything out of the ordinary, Brigit inadvertently breathed the dust in. She sputtered then coughed, hacking on the age-old dust.

"You okay, Brigit?" Milo asked, concerned.

"::HACK:: I'm ::KOFF:: fine, ::WHEEZE:: jus gimme ::HACK:: a minute!" Brigit coughed out.

Brigit recovered and seemed all right. Milo peered into the alcove that Brigit had opened, ready for a ghoul or a wight to spring out at them. Nothing. He drew closer and saw that the alcove contained the same as all the others. Milo slipped off the ring and stood to the side as Brigit moved to the last door, in the center of the far wall.

The same burst of air and dust were expelled as Brigit opened the door. She didn't seem as affected by the stale air and stinging dust as she had the first time. The body that lay inside was slightly different than the others. A brown cloak draped the mummified remains. Milo slowly drew the cloak off the body, careful not to disturb the corpse too much. He examined the robe, it was a good weave. A black triangle was embroidered over the front left side. The body had the same ring as the others, no different as far as Milo could tell.

They decided to keep the cloak, in case it came in handy later, and closed up the alcove doors. Milo searched the room for any secret stones or switches before they left. He found nothing beyond the doors to the small crypts.

"I think we're all done here, guys." Milo told the others after he had combed the walls for clues. "I can't find anything worth noting. This must have been the burial chamber for the temple's priests or something."

Yes, but what are those rings for, and what does the device on them signify?"[/I} Mazi questioned. "I don't recognize it, but I'm sure these were no priests of light or anything." she finished.

Milo nodded his agreement. "I don't recognize them either. I'm sure they're some sort of insignia ring. I'm willing to be we'll find out who's insignia they belong to before we're done here."
 


Just checking in....
And observing that the temple seems really empty at this level.

That is because our fearless heroes have managed to traverse a giant circle around all of the encounters on this level...fear not, when Milo returns with more updates you will see that they had more than their fill of fun later on.
 

Empty? Not quite.

Hey Broccli,

I'm going to be writing up the rest of session 8 this weekend. You'll see that there are plenty of baddies for Jeremiah and Brigit's blades to bite. Poor Mazi and I are feeling rather useless in battle lately with the two hack-masters slicing and dicing anything that comes our way. Ah well, things change. ;)
 

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