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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rune" data-source="post: 166068" data-attributes="member: 67">Session 4, part 2I awake late.  The halfling has apparently befriended the barunburrow, naming it, “Kulp,” for some reason.  The wizard is perusing his books, the bard is practicing on his instruments, Jared and Maialin are practicing slight of hand, Luman is sharpening his sword, and Father Mehmet is…not here.Outside, he is praying.  And sunlight pours through the clouds falling on him alone.  I am witnessing a divine recognition of a goodly man.  I wait for him to finish and then I have a brief word with him.Then, we head home.  To my home, I should say.It is a beautiful morning, the kind of beauty that only surfaces after a terrible storm.  We cannot help but be cheerful, even as we carry the bodies of two dead men.My sod hut and my gardens are in view.  Toady greets us and informs me that in the early morning a message has arrived.  I am to appear at the courthouse tomorrow at noon regarding the assault on Jared in the city streets the other night.  I am to bring my companions.I leave them in my hut for a while and take Father Mehmet and the dead bodies to the temple of Shimdar.  As soon as we enter the city, he is recognized and welcomed home.  I am viewed as a hero, despite my protestations.  At the temple, the bodies are laid on slabs in a sunlit room and Father Mehmet and I take our leave, still chatting.Sometime later, I return to my home with disturbing news to share with my guests.  Apparently, word has spread rapidly through town that we are responsible for saving Father Mehmet and we have been invited to a function this very night, which we cannot very well refuse.The head of the Guild Ambassadors, a rotund gnome named Seebo Gooman, is throwing a banquet in our honor.  We are the heroes of the hour and must be present.Maialin speaks first: “I can’t go.  I have nothing to wear.”  Now that she has clarified it, I see the problem plainly; we are a mess.Perhaps it is time to go shopping.I give some funds to Maialin and she heads off to outfit herself.  The halfling purchases a ridiculously enormous purple hat with an equally ridiculously enormous purple feather.  Dexerion and Virian head out to take care of some unknown business.  Jared, Fruff, and I go to the public bath, where we strip and soak in the warm waters.Until the screams begin to flood the bath chambers.A fire elemental, used to heat the baths, has escaped from its bonds.Jared dresses and runs outside of the bathhouse, presumably seeking help.  I dress quickly and run forward to help the guard as it appears.   Fruff finds a bucket of water and casts a spell of illumination on it, hoping that the magic will make the water…magically useful.I dash toward the men’s bath and grab a towel.  I soak it and run back toward the elemental.  I toss the towel at it.  It burns up before it ever reaches the elemental.  Fruff’s bucket of glowing water has a similar effect, becoming a cloud of glowing steam.The guards are valiant in their defense of the city.  Every single one of them that lands a blow on the elemental is charred in a gout of flame.  I, like some of the guards, use a ranged weapon.  Little seems to effect the creature of flame.  Jared returns with two more guards, who rush in and die flaming deaths as quickly as their companions.Fruff throws some soap in another bucket of water and yells out as he tosses the mix toward the elemental: “Hope it’s magic soap!”Just as the remaining guards flee for their lives, a woman enters, dark robes flowing around her.  She tosses some interlocked rings at the flaming creature and I watch in shock as they expand to envelop the elemental.I ask her what we should do with it.  She does not know.So we kill it.</blockquote>

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