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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM with a vengence" data-source="post: 157150" data-attributes="member: 1679">The Eye of Vecna’s Little Brother.The Eye of Vecna’s Little Brother.“Well, I really don’t know to make of this gem you took from the eye of the ghast.”  Father Alhad looked up from a large diamond to the party.  He held it up in a shaft of sunlight, and the symbol of three inscribed pentagrams inside of a circle was projected on the far wall.  “Obviously, this is an item of magic and evil, as our detection spells have revealed, but for the life of me I can’t figure out what it means.  I’ve tried holding it, looking through it, and wearing it around my neck, but there has been no effect.  There is one last experiment I’ve been meaning to try.”  He rummaged through his desk and pulled out a tightly wrapped scroll with a disturbing leathery texture, handing it to Ladinya.  “This is a scroll of Protection from Good, we took it from a necromancer that was here about 20 years ago.  He, having no use for it, donated it to the church after he died.  I have a feeling that if we channel evil forces through the gem something will happen.”Ladinya gingerly unrolled the scroll, cleared her throat once or twice, and cast Protection from Good into the gem.  A blast of multicolored energy swirled in from the walls, causing everybody to clutch at their eyes.  When they open their eyes, the diamond was gone, replaced by a scintillating, scarlet eye.  Tiny flecks of light danced on the walls hypnotizing everybody.  As if in a trance, Milo reached for the eye.  Father Alhad’s stern arm slapped down on the halfling wrist, preventing him from taking the eye.  Slowly, the color faded into a single spark, and then as the spell ended, a burst of magic flashed out, blinding everybody again.  When they opened their eyes, the eye was gone, and the gem was back.“Well, that was most interesting.  Oh yes, I’m very sorry about Sir Jadael, a man of honor is hard to find.  I’m afraid that we don’t have the resources to raise him, but I’ve sent away to the Temple in Crayvaenn for a scroll of Raise Dead, meanwhile, we will be glad to have him in our catacombs of eternal life, among the holiest of our order.  Good day, and may Pelor always be with you.”…The heroes chargedswords a glitter undead falling left and rightand Sir Jadaelmighty Sir JadaelSent the ghouls to their eternal night…“He sings with all the grace of those ghouls.”  Kit observed, taking another swig of her beer.Milo looked away from Zeebo “singing” on stage. “But think of the upside.”“Which is?”  Kit asked.“We may never have to buy a drink in this place again.”  Milo stated happily, wiping foam off his upper lip and considering the growing pile of tankards in front of him.“So I woke the innkeeper’s daughter,” Milo muttered, he lifted his head towards the ceiling, bellowed.  “Me axe was firs blooded in Crayvaenn”  He stamped on the table unsteadily.“Milo, come down from there, you’re drunk.” Nikki said to him, face at the exact same level even though he was standing on a table.“So what if I’m drunk?  Me axe was firs blooded in Crayvaenn!  I killed a… killed a…”“Milo, get down here this very instant!” Ladinya yelled at him.“I ain’t comin down until I’m comin down.  Me axe was firs blooded in Crayvaenn.  Killed a rat for me mum.  I ken still kill a rat.”  He peered around, eyes locking on a point in space three feet in front of his nose.  With blinding speed, he whipped an axe out of a sheath, and flung it through the empty space, skimming across the room to thud into the wall.  He stumbled unsteadily on the table, looking for his rat.  “Quick little bugger.  But I ken still kill a rat.”  He drew his axe, wound up, and fell backwards, overturning the table.  “Me axe was firs blooded in Crayvaenn,”  he mumbled.  “My… axe… was… firs… blooded….”“My gods! He’s asleep.”  Kit declared.  “Quick let’s get him to his room before he wakes up again.”“I told him he didn’t have to drink everything they bought him.”  Nikki acknowledged, “But he wouldn’t listen.  Halflings never turn down free beer.”“So which one was it, the ogre or the dire bear.”  Milo grumbled into his food.“Neither, it’s a hangover.”  Kit informed him.“No it isn’t.  I know what being hungover is like, and what having something smack you in the head is like, and I can tell you that I was most certainly smacked in the head by something bigger and stronger than any human.”“It’s hangover, you drank enough beer last night to drop a dozen men.”“But it was free.”  Milo moaned.  “Halfling Rule Number 1:  If it’s free, it’s yours.  Halfling Rule Number  2:  If it’s yours, use it.  And Halfling Rule Number 3:  Rules Number 1 and 2 especially apply to foodstuffs.  I had no choice.”“Fine. Whatever.  But get into a new change of clothing, we’re seeing the mayor at noon.”“Which is?”“In 30 minutes.”</blockquote>

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