Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Dog Moon]

Deren looks at the pouch of gold. "If he's any resistant to fire, they aren't going to do any good," he says, "But we'll see if they have any flasks of acid as well."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

We should consider the option that other denizens should be smoked out as well, much sinister then the trick wielder. I guess the demon is some kind of magical gong, alerting the mage of our presence. The question is, if we have any chance avoiding it?

 

[InVinoVeritas]

We should consider the option that other denizens should be smoked out as well, much sinister then the trick wielder. I guess the demon is some kind of magical gong, alerting the mage of our presence. The question is, if we have any chance avoiding it?

"I'm not sure that it was a magical trigger, myself. The wizard may have been there invisible the entire time, orchestrating the illusion. Where would he have come from, otherwise?"

 

[Rhun]

You soon discover that the same large warehouse that the Boatman's Tavern is built into is also Nulb's Market and General Store. Unfortunately, the supplies available there are only the most basic. Neither acid nor alchemist's fire are available. Ciyius, the proprieter, a short potbellied man with a mane of curly white hair, looks up from his countbook with brown slitted eyes at your request. "Such things are not in demand here, unfortunately. The best I can offer you is some lamp oil. I've a few gallons in the back. You might check with Mother Screng, though. She's the local herbalist. Its possible she might have somethin' that may serve." He shrugs and turns his attention back to the journal in which he appears to be tracking inventory. Then, he looks back up at you. "You might speak with Feav, the brewer, as well. Seems I recall he has a distillery out back of his brewery...some of his spirits may prove quite flammable."

 

[Voadam]

"Hellfire, balked again. Very well then. Screng and Feav. Good day goodman."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Following Lord Merrick, Ciaran observes, "I'll speak with Screng."

 

[Dichotomy]

"I will accompany you to see the herbalist," Aeron says to Ciaran. In a low voice, to not attract attention, the cleric adds to the others, "I don't think it wise for any of us to travel alone in this town after what happened last night."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Agreed
The champion nods.
It will be unwise to split

 

[Rhun]

You catch the scent of powerful herbs well before you reach Mother Screng's...the auroma of garlic, clove, peppers, witch hazel, and others all seem to permeate the area. Soon enough, though, the dilapidated wooden cottage comes into view. You enter the shop through a creaking wood door, and a small bell chimes as you enter.

You find yourselves inside a cluttered shop; counters and shelves are filled with jars, flasks, bottles, boxes and other containers. All of these are stuffed with herbs and the like, and various infusions and concoctions that might be made from such ingredients. Bunches of vegetation of various sorts hang from the rafters, or are stacked about in dry piles. The aroma inside is nearly overpowering, and the smell alone clears your sinuses completely.

Mother Screng and her daughter Hruda stand behind the counter, twittering away at one another. Mother Screng is old and bent, with scraggly gray locks sticking out from beneath the aged shawl she wears. Her daughter appears quite old herself, so Mother Screng must be venerable. They stop their chatter as you enter, turning to look you over. "And what can we do for you, travellers?" asks the crone, in a dry, hi-pitched voice.

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren coughs slightly and scratches his nose a little bit, trying to get rid of the smell, but powerless to do so without actually leaving. "Good day, Mother Screng. We had been looking for some Alchemists Fire or Acid and was told that you probably had the closest thing we're looking for that could meet our needs." Deren feels that there is no need to lie and that they would get to the point more easily if he simply told the truth.