Strahd's "RttToEE" CLOSED
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Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Hommlet
Traveling back to Hommlet is uneventfully, where the landscape changes from bogs and ponds to fields you spot Ol'Del waving from a nearby knoll, his hands occupied with two conies and a simple trap.
Pushing further without horses, you arrive to the little town at night the presence of militia men can be seen around, two stops you only to release you a moment later after recognizing familiar faces.
From outside, the welcome wench looks bustling with activity, singing and cheering, it seems that a party of gnomes arrived to town during the day with wagons and merchandize.
*XP updated in the RG. Korbryn is level 5. Lenuran needs 700+/- more
Traveling back to Hommlet is uneventfully, where the landscape changes from bogs and ponds to fields you spot Ol'Del waving from a nearby knoll, his hands occupied with two conies and a simple trap.
Pushing further without horses, you arrive to the little town at night the presence of militia men can be seen around, two stops you only to release you a moment later after recognizing familiar faces.
From outside, the welcome wench looks bustling with activity, singing and cheering, it seems that a party of gnomes arrived to town during the day with wagons and merchandize.
*XP updated in the RG. Korbryn is level 5. Lenuran needs 700+/- more
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Luckily the gnomes took over the entire common beds room, the blasted room is still under repair and all there are left are the private room, each for one 3 gold coins.
Down the stairs Vesta runs from the counter to the tables like a maniac, since Maridosen, the evil barkeep died, the owners didn't find a replacement … yet.
A poached Salmon with spinach and Stuffed trout with cabbage are the main dishes today. A sigh hanging fro the ceiling says "Only Today, Sundish Lilac wine, Half price"
Few known people sit around the bustling gnomes, you recognize the annoying Halfling Questin Himmble moving from gnome to gnome asking for his missing parents, again and again. Tragge Liftsilver, the hill dwarf mason sits with Haunor, the dwarf guard of Spugnoir's store … and others you don't recognize.
Elmo can be seen near the counter, he speak with Old Ostler, the place owner.
* A list of known people with description recorded in the #2 post in the RG
Down the stairs Vesta runs from the counter to the tables like a maniac, since Maridosen, the evil barkeep died, the owners didn't find a replacement … yet.
A poached Salmon with spinach and Stuffed trout with cabbage are the main dishes today. A sigh hanging fro the ceiling says "Only Today, Sundish Lilac wine, Half price"
Few known people sit around the bustling gnomes, you recognize the annoying Halfling Questin Himmble moving from gnome to gnome asking for his missing parents, again and again. Tragge Liftsilver, the hill dwarf mason sits with Haunor, the dwarf guard of Spugnoir's store … and others you don't recognize.
Elmo can be seen near the counter, he speak with Old Ostler, the place owner.
* A list of known people with description recorded in the #2 post in the RG
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Up in Miltiades room
Opening the folded letter you found on the Mad priest down the cold dace Miltiades reads:
[sblock=folded letter]
"The water Temple will soon make its move against the forces of fire. Return quickly, Festrath, for we need your aid. Together, we shall win the favor of the doomdreamers and the Triad itself"[/sblock]
The G.T journal proves to be very useful
[sblock=Excerpts from the Journal of Geynor Ton]
I do not claim to understand fully the workings of the Great Church and the Masters of All-Consumption. Thier alliance with these foul-smelling brutes is one that surprises me. I had assumed that we were the favored of the Dark Lord. Who are these scaly beast men to tell us what to do? No matter. Soon we'll leave this accused town and I won't be cooped up in this flourmill with the creature.
Annihilation takes you Hommlet! I've not enjoyed my brief stay here. The food from the inn brought by Chatrilon was very good, however. Venison cured very nicely. What is that seasoning? Perhaps when we’ve slain all the people of this place, I can discover the secrets of its preparation. Great will be that day. Praise to the Elder Elemental Eye!
Just as the Doomdreamers proclaimed, the Dark Obelisk is here, under a pool in a cave. We discovered that below the pool was a shaft with a false bottom, sealed for many years. Once penetrated, the pool drained down into a wondrous cave pulsating with the power of our revered Master of Masters. O great day!
Apparently, the water from the stream above was diverted into the shaft, to fill up the pool and hide the cave from unworthy eyes! Truly the Dark God inspired such a wondrous plan, although it surely was carried out only after his unjust imprisonment. Yours shall be the name we proclaim, Dark Lord, once we have breathed new life into your most deserved worship. Once you are free all shall be set right, and those who deserve it most shall meet their cruel, cruel fate. Blessed destruction!
I marvel at the skill of our enlightened predecessors who constructed the Obelisk to honor and commune with the Dark Lord. Those must have been wonderful, heady days in which to live. Under the leadership of Master Thaque, we shall recover the relics of our lost heritage. Praise the Elder Elemental Eye!
Alas! Foul beast! What fate has befallen us? It must be a test sent to us from beyond – we must now go on without the leadership of Master Thaque, may his soul rest with the Dark God in the cold embrace of dissolution now and forevermore. Oh, wicked, cruel fate – I seek not your judgment in the claws of some dragon!
But Gungash is also dead. I hated him – he stole my lunch two days ago, and it was an excellent boiled egg and some of Tashi’s delicious spice bread. Take his soul, Dark Lord, and crush it beneath your contemptuous heel.
It appears that we are trapped here for a time. Festrath cannot convince the Gnolls to attack the beast together-not after what happened two days ago. I think the dragon laughs at us. A grand joke, beast, but one that you’ll pay for with your very soul! Now Festrath hides with the Obelisk and the creature. We will continue our work here, but eventually we shall run out of food. Perhaps we shall have to live as the lovely ghouls do here. Or perhaps Gnoll flesh can be flavored in some way so as to make it palatable.
Chatrilon came here to warn us, it seems a bunch of adventurers proclaiming to be heroes found the place and defeated the dragon. We heard nothing from priestess Gren who watch some of the relics in the upper room. Garrik is dead and most of his Gnolls, two were left to protect the portcullis against invasion, we are going to leave in two days, and we must claim all the relics, seal the holy chamber and leave the foul, dead infested place.
[/sblock]
* I posted the letter and the journal in the adventure aids in the RG too
Opening the folded letter you found on the Mad priest down the cold dace Miltiades reads:
[sblock=folded letter]
"The water Temple will soon make its move against the forces of fire. Return quickly, Festrath, for we need your aid. Together, we shall win the favor of the doomdreamers and the Triad itself"[/sblock]
The G.T journal proves to be very useful
[sblock=Excerpts from the Journal of Geynor Ton]
I do not claim to understand fully the workings of the Great Church and the Masters of All-Consumption. Thier alliance with these foul-smelling brutes is one that surprises me. I had assumed that we were the favored of the Dark Lord. Who are these scaly beast men to tell us what to do? No matter. Soon we'll leave this accused town and I won't be cooped up in this flourmill with the creature.
Annihilation takes you Hommlet! I've not enjoyed my brief stay here. The food from the inn brought by Chatrilon was very good, however. Venison cured very nicely. What is that seasoning? Perhaps when we’ve slain all the people of this place, I can discover the secrets of its preparation. Great will be that day. Praise to the Elder Elemental Eye!
Just as the Doomdreamers proclaimed, the Dark Obelisk is here, under a pool in a cave. We discovered that below the pool was a shaft with a false bottom, sealed for many years. Once penetrated, the pool drained down into a wondrous cave pulsating with the power of our revered Master of Masters. O great day!
Apparently, the water from the stream above was diverted into the shaft, to fill up the pool and hide the cave from unworthy eyes! Truly the Dark God inspired such a wondrous plan, although it surely was carried out only after his unjust imprisonment. Yours shall be the name we proclaim, Dark Lord, once we have breathed new life into your most deserved worship. Once you are free all shall be set right, and those who deserve it most shall meet their cruel, cruel fate. Blessed destruction!
I marvel at the skill of our enlightened predecessors who constructed the Obelisk to honor and commune with the Dark Lord. Those must have been wonderful, heady days in which to live. Under the leadership of Master Thaque, we shall recover the relics of our lost heritage. Praise the Elder Elemental Eye!
Alas! Foul beast! What fate has befallen us? It must be a test sent to us from beyond – we must now go on without the leadership of Master Thaque, may his soul rest with the Dark God in the cold embrace of dissolution now and forevermore. Oh, wicked, cruel fate – I seek not your judgment in the claws of some dragon!
But Gungash is also dead. I hated him – he stole my lunch two days ago, and it was an excellent boiled egg and some of Tashi’s delicious spice bread. Take his soul, Dark Lord, and crush it beneath your contemptuous heel.
It appears that we are trapped here for a time. Festrath cannot convince the Gnolls to attack the beast together-not after what happened two days ago. I think the dragon laughs at us. A grand joke, beast, but one that you’ll pay for with your very soul! Now Festrath hides with the Obelisk and the creature. We will continue our work here, but eventually we shall run out of food. Perhaps we shall have to live as the lovely ghouls do here. Or perhaps Gnoll flesh can be flavored in some way so as to make it palatable.
Chatrilon came here to warn us, it seems a bunch of adventurers proclaiming to be heroes found the place and defeated the dragon. We heard nothing from priestess Gren who watch some of the relics in the upper room. Garrik is dead and most of his Gnolls, two were left to protect the portcullis against invasion, we are going to leave in two days, and we must claim all the relics, seal the holy chamber and leave the foul, dead infested place.
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* I posted the letter and the journal in the adventure aids in the RG too
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Returning to the inn, Ithiken is glad to be able to get a private room and he spends several hours within... bathing, doing his laundry, relaxing, thinking about what has been going on. After a while, he realizes he probably should let his master know what is going on... as he was sent here as Bigby's representative. Thus he gathers some parchment and his ink and pen and begins to write a letter.
Dear Master Bigby,
You had hoped that I would learn much while on this assignment regarding using magic in the real world outside of the laboratory. I can say with confidence that this has occured. Not only have I been able to master your two introductory Hand spells, I have also succeeded in casting some magic that should be beyond my talents (a needed stone to flesh spell for one of our party members). I find that my force magic is getting stronger by the day. I can now cast three force missiles at a time instead of just the two, my force disks can hold the weight of two people, and my defenses have kept me safe.
I have also discovered that you were indeed correct. Trying to master the art of invisibility has been a waste of my talents. You had said that my skills would not lend themselves to stealth, and your prescience has proven correct. It is a lesson I will have to live with for quite a while, until hopefully I will figure a way to exchange that spell ability for another one. But that is a lesson to learn for another day.
As far as the mission itself, we have discovered a cabal of priests that are doing something odd. Not only do they wear the most hideous color of robe (a disgusting mustand color), but they are dealing with some sort of transdimensional gateways. Our historian got gated elsewhere for a bit, and bizarre birdbrain creatures attacked us in a huge cavern underneath a moathouse out in the wilderness. We are not sure what this all means, but we will be discussing these happenings shortly.
I hope things are going well back in the labs. Tell Xaviell I wish him luck in his first exam, and I will let you know when I succeed in casting your next Hand spell of the sequence.
Sincerely,
Your student
Ithiken
Dear Master Bigby,
You had hoped that I would learn much while on this assignment regarding using magic in the real world outside of the laboratory. I can say with confidence that this has occured. Not only have I been able to master your two introductory Hand spells, I have also succeeded in casting some magic that should be beyond my talents (a needed stone to flesh spell for one of our party members). I find that my force magic is getting stronger by the day. I can now cast three force missiles at a time instead of just the two, my force disks can hold the weight of two people, and my defenses have kept me safe.
I have also discovered that you were indeed correct. Trying to master the art of invisibility has been a waste of my talents. You had said that my skills would not lend themselves to stealth, and your prescience has proven correct. It is a lesson I will have to live with for quite a while, until hopefully I will figure a way to exchange that spell ability for another one. But that is a lesson to learn for another day.
As far as the mission itself, we have discovered a cabal of priests that are doing something odd. Not only do they wear the most hideous color of robe (a disgusting mustand color), but they are dealing with some sort of transdimensional gateways. Our historian got gated elsewhere for a bit, and bizarre birdbrain creatures attacked us in a huge cavern underneath a moathouse out in the wilderness. We are not sure what this all means, but we will be discussing these happenings shortly.
I hope things are going well back in the labs. Tell Xaviell I wish him luck in his first exam, and I will let you know when I succeed in casting your next Hand spell of the sequence.
Sincerely,
Your student
Ithiken
Voadam
Legend
Miltiades contemplates on what he has learned, particularly the details of the first note. He heals everyone who needs healing before turning in and sleeping.
ooc knowledge checks (history, arcana, religion, planar) for the Doomdreamers, Triad, and Masters of All Consumption references.
In the morning Miltiades will share the details of his discoveries with his companions in their private room.
"It seems like this band of priests were associated with others which have internal feudings based upon elemental allegiances. Above them seems to be a ruling Triad. I believe we have rooted out the agents here now, but there is a greater source of them elsewhere that must be addressed."
ooc knowledge checks (history, arcana, religion, planar) for the Doomdreamers, Triad, and Masters of All Consumption references.
In the morning Miltiades will share the details of his discoveries with his companions in their private room.
"It seems like this band of priests were associated with others which have internal feudings based upon elemental allegiances. Above them seems to be a ruling Triad. I believe we have rooted out the agents here now, but there is a greater source of them elsewhere that must be addressed."
s@squ@tch
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"Ahh, it is good to see some small folk at the Inn." Lenuran exclaims as he sees the large number of gnomes.
He immediately goes up to them and introduces himself and asks where they are from and what brings them through Hommlett.
If they are friendly, he will continue talking and hopefully eating/drinking with them for most of the night, catching up on gnomish tales and gossip.
After he is finished drinking and eating, he will retire for the night for some well-earned rest.
In the morning, he is somewhat impatient for Miltiades to rise, so that he can discuss the journal and letter with him.
He waits for him at the communal table downstairs to eat breakfast, and then peppers the priest with questions over a hearty meal, searching his own mind for any clues or snippets of information he has on the various references.
OOC: Bardic Knowledge, Knowledge(History, etc) for the same items that Miltiades mentioned.
He immediately goes up to them and introduces himself and asks where they are from and what brings them through Hommlett.
If they are friendly, he will continue talking and hopefully eating/drinking with them for most of the night, catching up on gnomish tales and gossip.
After he is finished drinking and eating, he will retire for the night for some well-earned rest.
In the morning, he is somewhat impatient for Miltiades to rise, so that he can discuss the journal and letter with him.
He waits for him at the communal table downstairs to eat breakfast, and then peppers the priest with questions over a hearty meal, searching his own mind for any clues or snippets of information he has on the various references.
OOC: Bardic Knowledge, Knowledge(History, etc) for the same items that Miltiades mentioned.
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