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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 518888" data-attributes="member: 2292">Thursday, August 17th, 518 AF The two survivors of Utreshimon's attack make their way back to Hommlet in record time, stopping only breifly to camp and grab a fitful few hours sleep without the spellcasters to consider.&nbsp; They trudge into town in the late hours of the morning, still badly beaten and bruised from their fight.Durhon takes charge as soon as they hit town.&nbsp; He walks towards the nearest townsman and shakes the bloody sack containing the dragons head at him.&quot;Elmo.&nbsp; Where is 'e?&quot; he grunts.&nbsp; The stunned townsman stammers out basic directions.&nbsp; The grmbling dwarf immediately stalks off, leaving an appologetic Yip trailing along behind, calling out appologies as they leave the Townsman behind.&quot;Stoppit,&quot; Durhon barks back at the kobold. They find Elmo at the entry hall to Pelor's temple, talking quietly with one of the priests.&nbsp; He raises his hand in greeting.&quot;So,&quot; he asks.&nbsp; &quot;Did you find...&quot;Durhon opens the sack and dumps a dragons head at his feet.&quot;Lizard,&quot; he says simply.&nbsp; Elmo looks down, a little taken aback.&quot;Dead robe fellas,&quot; Durhon says, digging out the holy symbols they found on the corpses in the dragons lair and dropping them on top of the dragon's head.&quot;And dead comrades.&quot;&nbsp; Durhon holds up the two ears, then tosses them on top of the pile.&nbsp; Taranos's is blackened and streaked with ash, while Warwinds is filled with splintered and caked with dry blood.&nbsp; Elmo's seen battle before, so he doesn't go pale at the sight, but he's visibly disturbed.&nbsp; He kneels over and picks up the holy symbols, taking care to keep his hands away from ears.&quot;So,&quot; Durhon asks, scooping everything up into the sack once more, &quot;Have we 'helped out' the town enough yet, or do you figure you owe us something for our help?&quot;&quot;Come with me,&quot; Elmo says eventually.&nbsp; &quot;I'll write a note to the Temple of St Cuthbert.&nbsp; I think the town can waive the usual tax in this case, and we'll see what can be done about getting your friends raised from the dead.&quot;Durhon nods in grim satisfaction, an dangerous look still on his face as they head off.&nbsp; Yip follows dutifully behind, frowning slightly at the note of tension that crept in the guard captains voice when he mentioned the St Cuthbert's Temple.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 518888, member: 2292"] [I]Thursday, August 17th, 518 AF[/I] The two survivors of Utreshimon's attack make their way back to Hommlet in record time, stopping only breifly to camp and grab a fitful few hours sleep without the spellcasters to consider. They trudge into town in the late hours of the morning, still badly beaten and bruised from their fight. Durhon takes charge as soon as they hit town. He walks towards the nearest townsman and shakes the bloody sack containing the dragons head at him. "Elmo. Where is 'e?" he grunts. The stunned townsman stammers out basic directions. The grmbling dwarf immediately stalks off, leaving an appologetic Yip trailing along behind, calling out appologies as they leave the Townsman behind. "Stoppit," Durhon barks back at the kobold. They find Elmo at the entry hall to Pelor's temple, talking quietly with one of the priests. He raises his hand in greeting. "So," he asks. "Did you find..." Durhon opens the sack and dumps a dragons head at his feet. "Lizard," he says simply. Elmo looks down, a little taken aback. "Dead robe fellas," Durhon says, digging out the holy symbols they found on the corpses in the dragons lair and dropping them on top of the dragon's head. "And dead comrades." Durhon holds up the two ears, then tosses them on top of the pile. Taranos's is blackened and streaked with ash, while Warwinds is filled with splintered and caked with dry blood. Elmo's seen battle before, so he doesn't go pale at the sight, but he's visibly disturbed. He kneels over and picks up the holy symbols, taking care to keep his hands away from ears. "So," Durhon asks, scooping everything up into the sack once more, "Have we 'helped out' the town enough yet, or do you figure you owe us something for our help?" "Come with me," Elmo says eventually. "I'll write a note to the Temple of St Cuthbert. I think the town can waive the usual tax in this case, and we'll see what can be done about getting your friends raised from the dead." Durhon nods in grim satisfaction, an dangerous look still on his face as they head off. Yip follows dutifully behind, frowning slightly at the note of tension that crept in the guard captains voice when he mentioned the St Cuthbert's Temple. [/QUOTE]

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