Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Rhun]

Your troupe stumbles wearily into the yard of the Welcome Wench. The groom takes Encraidd to the stables, saying nothing about your haggard appearance. Zirat hoists Vaseda over his shoulder, and you stumble into the taproom. A small fire burns in the great hearth, taking the chill from the place. The smell of spiced potatoes and eggs assails your nostrils; obviously Ostler and his staff are already up, and preparing breakfast. Given the early hour, the place is empty, though you are sure that will not last long.

 

[renau1g]

"zzzzzzzzzzz" the unconscious arcanist stirs slightly as he's put down, but the poison still is burning deep within him.

 

[Rhun]

The rough wooden bench upon which Zirat unceremoniously drops the unconscious Vaseda with a thunk is certainly not comfortable for sleeping, but in his current state the elf is not likely to notice.

 

[Rhun]

Bellus sniffs the air deeply, glances about the empty taproom with his good eye, and then slams a fist down loudly on the table. "Innkeep!" he shouts. "Food and ale!"

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat - champion of Kord

We need to take the poor man to the church. The clerics of st. cuthbert will be able to lift what ever is upon him.
The gladiator is soul-broken. They are failing each time to penetrate the defenses of the cursed temple.
This is going to be our final attempt to breach into the cursed temple, we lost so many friends and comrades along the way. Some died, other gave up and even one little gnome got reason and left for Grayhawk.
Zirat takes something to drink before continuing with Vaseda to the church.
I do prefer to have a vacation on the shores of the Nyr Dyv. There is a nice place on the outskirts of Hardby where cute girls come to bath...

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran perks up, ever so slightly. "A place by Hardby? Something like that might be just what we need. But I wouldn't want to think that we are just giving up on such a monstrous place as that giant temple. We may have caused it some damage, but it still stands to grow like a festering tumor."

The mage shakes his head. "And now I find myself uninterested in the fairer sex again. Nothing to be done. It will be back to that fell place once more."

 

[Rhun]

Within a few moments, the portly Goodman Gundigoot emerges from the kitchen, and stops in shock as he sees you. "By the gods!" he exclaims. "What has happened?" He worriedly wipes his hands on his dirty apron as he looks over your state of disarray.

 

[Rhun]

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It has been over two weeks since Meddyg left the metropolis of Chendl for the small, idyllic village of Hommlet. The road was long, and too many days in the saddle has left your backside quite sore; still, the weather was mostly pleasant, and you encountered no trouble along the way. You arrived yesterday evening, and immediately sought out Lord Burne, an agent of Furyondy.

You spent an hour or so in discussions with Burne, sitting in plush armchairs within his study, drinking fine brandywine. The well-groomed and richly dressed wizard confirms that the group you have been sent to aid has made Hommlet their base of operations in their strikes against the Temple of Elemental Evil, but that they are currently out on one of their expeditions. He recommends that you wait at the Inn of the Welcome Wench, as the group will most certainly head there upon their return from their tasks.

From Burne's tower you made your way to the Inn of the Welcome Wench. The food was delicious, the ale hearty, the serving wenches comely and flirtatious, and the feather bed a dream. Morning came far too soon for Meddyg's tastes.

With the sun little more than a glow in the eastern sky, Meddyg rises, awakened by voices in the taproom below. Why anyone would be awake at this hour, the cleric can hardly guess...but the voices are loud, and full of both anger and distress.


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[Maidhc O Casain]

Meddyg gives up on the idea of a few more minutes of blissful sleep and sits up in the bed. He listens to the voices below but is unable to make out individual words; still, it's possible this is the group he's been sent to join. He rises and, after performing his morning ablutions, makes his way down the stairs . . .

The tall slender man is a sight, milky skin and white blond hair proclaim his Suel blood in spite of the distance from Hommlet to that cold land. He surveys the scene briefly then makes his way deliberately down the stairs to the taproom. "What's all this then?"

 

[Rhun]

A one-eye dwarf in heavy leathers is shaking his head. He looks up at the newcomer's words, and then back to the innkeep. "An ambush, t'was. Took us unaware. I should have seen it..." The dwarf's voice trails off. He bears several cuts and burns, though none of them look too serious. "Perhaps you could send a runner to the church to fetch back a priest. The elf still has their poison in his blood."