Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Rhun]

OOC: Great news, IVV. I'll PM Voadam and CB, but I'm guessing we'll be proceeding without them. CB hasn't been on since January, and I know Voadam is on hiatus for an unknown amount of time.

As an aside, I didn't realize Voadam has named his PC after a Federal Appeals Court judge until I saw that Merrick Garland was a candidate to replace Justice Stevens on the Supreme Court.

 

[Rhun]

I heard from Voadam, and it looks like he is out for an extensive period of time. So, we'll be continuing with four players:

Strahd Von Zarovich
Renau1g
Mark Chance
InVinoVeritas

I'll find a way to write Merrick and Aeron out. My gut tells me that we are going to need to recruit a cleric for this game, though. Let me know what you think. I hope to get the game restarted this weekend.

 

[renau1g]

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A cleric would be nice. You could just give us Rings of Regeneration instead, although that still likely wouldn't be enough [/sblock]

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

OOC: Cleric is a must and thanks for notifing what is happening with Voadam. I'll NPC Miltiades and wait for him too.

 

[Rhun]

Restart

You stand in the yard of the Waterside Hostel, watching the place burn. The old, dry wooden timbers of the building, combined with Ciaran's magical webbing, proved to be the perfect setting to create the raging inferno that sparked when then enemy cast a poorly aimed fire spell. The flames flare high into the night sky, belching thick black smoke into the air. You are certain that by daybreak there will be little left besides a blackened stone foundation.



The battle was brutal, but you stand victorious, despite the cost. You are battered and bloodied, and Vaseda is still suffering the effects of the poison he drank. Over a dozen of the enemy were slain, their bodies now burning within the conflagration before you, or strewn about the inn yard. The dark dwarf Jargo Brickcrusher and the foul wizard Latizar escaped your wrath, saved at the last minute by the arrival of more brigand reinforcements. And worse, they carried off an unconscious Sir Merrick with them as they fled back toward the Temple of Elemental Evil. Most distressing of all, though, is that your friend Aeron, the Last Prophet of Caria, fell during the battle, his body consumed by the roaring inferno.

 

[renau1g]

Vaseda clutches his chest as the adrenaline of the battle leaves his body and the elf is wracked with pain from the poison. "That...that was incredible. I've never used my talents that way before, it was such a unique experience. Oh... uhm...sorry about your friends. I don't think there's enough left of Aeron to raise him, but maybe we can save Sir Merrick? Do you have any idea where they took him? We might want to get out of here before more bandits show up or guards." the grey elf says.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran spits. His stomach, first churning from the spell, now filled with bile and fury, looks at the conflagration before him.

"It's just like them to unleash ridiculous energies without purpose like that! Careless ruffians, how dare they suggest they know magic!"

He slams his fist into his palm, a small arc coruscating from hand to hand for an instant.

He turns to Vaseda with a glower.

"No, there is no use going back in there for Aeron. We shall not. They have taken Merrick, they've taken Bellus' charge, they've taken others from before when I learned of that wretched place, they even took the love of that fool Shoon. We'll need supplies, we'll need others. Back to Hommlet, I suggest, let us find those who would crush such a pestilence on Oerth. Encraidd!"

Ciaran's black steed rushes up, and the storm wizard leaps into the saddle. His hawk alights on his shoulder.

"Come, let's back to Hommlet," Ciaran calls. "This place can be left to rot."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat - Champion of Kord

After a silent pray for Aeron, Zirat speaks to the party.

We have lost two friends, Aeron is one with his god now and Merrick ... oh.. I pray for the gods to have mercy on him. I do not want to think what they’ll d to him.
We do not have time to mourn and our business in this miserable place is over, we cannot return to this place anymore, we are known to the locals as the ones who fight the temple forces and we cannot risk losing more friends in ambush. This time we were victorious but the results were grave.

Preparing for the voyage back to Hommlet Zirat add.
We cannot win alone, we need to recruit men-at-arms to help us, some strong lads from Hommlet who knows how to wield a sword or swing an axe. One with a divine ability to tend the wounds is a must.

 

[Rhun]

Bellus - NPCing for Mark

Bellus eyes Zirat, Ciaran and Vaseda. "That was some good skull-clubbin' fun," he says, wiping blood and brains off of his morningstar. "So are the locals just an unfriendly bunch, or was this personal?"

 

[Mark Chance]

OOC: Thanks, Rhun. Could you help spread the word that I've not died or vanished completely. Life has been way too interesting lately. I'm going to make a serious effort to reboot my stalled games by Friday.