Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

Ciaran takes his leave of the rest of the group, heading back toward Burne's Tower so that he might investigate the possibility of adding a few spells to his spellbook. The rest of you continue on north, toward the Church of St. Cuthbert.


OOC: More to come, probably tonight.
 

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[sblock=For Merrick, Zirat, Deren, and Aeron]
The Church of St. Cuthbert is a fairly new edifice of fine stone architecture, beautifully wrought and well-built to serve as both place of worship and fortification of sorts should that particular need ever arise. The massive bronzewood doors that make up the main entrance to the place are locked (this not being a day of worship) but you find entrance via an iron-bound side door into a small audience chamber. Several hardwood benches line the walls, and a variety of reglious decorations hang upon the walls. Religious scrolls and tracts sit upon the benches, and are piled neatly in wicker basics nearby, apparently for the perusual of those who visit the Church. A young priest of fairly plain features, who wears a crumpled hat upon his head and is dressed in rough-spun wool robes of russet coloration, greets you in the name of Saint Cuthbert. "Welcome, friends, to the Church of Saint Cuthbert of the Cudgel. Have you come seeking truth and wisdom?"

OOC: Per my reading of the original IC thread, only Jebediah and Thomas ever visited the Church prior to this, unless I am missing something.
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[sblock=For Ciaran and Vaseda]
You make your way to the eastern side of the village proper, where Lord Burne's stone tower climbs into the sky above your heads. The two of you are readily admitted by guards in scale armor, bearing shield, sword and spear, their surcoats blazoned with a ferocious looking badger.

The sergeant of the guard approaches you, a gruff man by the name of Melech, who is well-known to Ciaran (and who hates it when the young wizard calls him Mel, instead of by his full name). "Ah, young master Ciaran, what brings you? Do you wish to see the Lord Burne?"
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A young priest of fairly plain features, who wears a crumpled hat upon his head and is dressed in rough-spun wool robes of russet coloration, greets you in the name of Saint Cuthbert. "Welcome, friends, to the Church of Saint Cuthbert of the Cudgel. Have you come seeking truth and wisdom?"
Aeron bows his greetings. "Good morn, Father. While you're not yet acquainted with myself and my friends," Aeron gestures to Merrick, Zirat, and Deren, "you've no doubt met another of our comrades, Jebediah Krane and his manservant Thomas. We're pleased to meet you, Father, and pleased even more to view your beautiful church. New, isn't it? The craftsmanship seems superior." Aeron casts admiring looks at the well-appointed interior. "We've come not to worship--though perhaps I shall stay a bit to do so when our business is concluded--but to see whether the church might provide a curative wand. We'd be perfectly willing to make a sizeable contribution to the Ward's poor box in return."
 

The young priest's eyes seem to light up at the offer of a contribution to the church's coffers. "Ah yes...well, Canoness Y'Dey did leave behind a few such items for use upon the sick and injured of the faith. But I suppose I could purchase let you have one of those for, as you say, a suitable contribution. What sort of item were you looking for, exactly?"
 

"Indeed, we've encountered a grave challenge to the faith a day's march from Homlet and would be most grateful to the Church for help. We're in need of a wand of either cure light or cure moderate wounds. Have you either sort on hand?" Aeron casts a look at Zirat. "My friend here, the gladiator, stated an interest also in potions which might bolster his strength of arms and/or stamina in trial at arms. Have you potions?"
 

Father Calmert smiles and nods his head at Aeron. "Of course. I've heard something of the good works you have been engaged in on behalf of our village. Our previous prelate, the Canoness Y'Dey, made certain that we were well stocked with such magics before she left us. After all, it is wise to prepare for the worst, even when one hopes for the best. We have wands of both varieties available, as well as potions of bull's strength and bear's endurance.
 

Excellent
Zirat smiles
The divine magic of the Cudgel will not go unwasted, his magic will help us to bring law and order into the chaotic and evil places of the Flannaes.
 

"Good, good," says the young Father Calmert, smiling at you. "After all, one of the precepts of our order is: lawful correction lies in a stout billet!" The priest chuckles. "It is reassuring to know that strong hearts such as yourselves are doing the work of the most revered Saint Cuthbert! So, if you'll tell me which items you need, I'll go and fetch them..."
 

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