Episode 6
Within the Free City of Greyhawk
The Biscuits Rheaphlyndar - Thief 1st Level (PC)
Locale Somewhere in the Artisan's Quarter
Date 22nd of Ready'reat, 584 CY (Common Year)
Time Early Morning

Rheaphlyndar, burdened by a large sack, made his way through the Foreign Quarter to his fence, Paris Bygoh. The morning was clear and bright, if a little cool, but it wasn't snowing or raining -- always a plus. The building housing his contact was located in the Artisan's Quarter, near the Druid's Gate.

Paris Morning, Rheaphlyndar. Haven't seen you around recently. Got something for me?
Rheaphlyndar Naturally, and seeing how you are the best, I figured I'd bring you the lot.
Paris Flattery will get you nowhere, blue eyes. Let's start with this Figurine. I would guess this is for some kind of game or something. Still, nice paint job -- we can get 300 Orbs. Now, this Ceramic Mask here is worth more like 700.
Rheaphlyndar (mentally tallying) Sounds good so far . . .
Paris This Metal Sculpture looks like it would make a better hat rack. 90 Orbs is about the most I could get for it. The Crystal Ewer however is pretty nice -- 1300. This Pewter Frame would probably go for 1000, and I need to pull out my books for this last piece.
Rheaphlyndar Looks like 3390 so far -- that ought to go a little ways in the high market.
Paris (chuckling) Yep, you've got a point there. I don't know, is silk your style? Ah, here's the reference here. This Ceramic Statue is called the Drinking Maiden and I'll bet I can get 4000 Orbs for her.

Rheaphlyndar let out a low whistle, and agreed to stop by the next day to pick up 6651 Orbs in small gems. He left the shop and made for the Garden Quarter and Pavel Alektrion, his assigned Guildmaster, to see about training.

Pavel Now about the fee . . .

The Biscuits G'Leina - Fighter/Cleric 1st/1st Level (PC)
Jaron - Paladin 1st Level (PC)
Locale Temple of Pelor
Date 22nd of Ready'reat, 584 CY (Common Year)
Time Morning

After getting cleaned up in the morning and taking a quick breakfast, G'Leina and Jaron headed off for the temple of Pelor. They headed up to the processional and north, towards the Garden Gate. Upon reaching the gate, they had to sign the roster, but there was hardly any line. Just past the High Market they took a right down High Street. A huge baroque building took up most of a lot on their right, a signpost out front identified it as the Grand Theatre. The current show was "Our Ahlissan Cousin".

Just across a small access path was a reflecting pond and the Temple of Pelor. On the outside, the building appeared run-down, but the inside contained many golden marvels of statuary and other finery. In fact, the colors Gold and White were nearly omnipresent, celebrating Pelor's radiance.

An acolyte showed the pair over to Sarana, matriarch of Pelor. Her face, though aging, showed a holy radiance. She was talking with a another woman dressed in simple garments who excused herself as G'Leina approached.

Sarana Well, Constable, I shall catch up with you later. Ah, G'Leina, isn't it?
G'Leina Yes. This is another member of my group, Squire Jaron Yhanovaar.
Sarana (dipping her head) Well met, holy warrior. So, how went your mission?

G'Leina reported on the current events, with occasional corroborations from Jaron. Sarana was taken aback to learn that there were two vampires, but quite pleased that they were both destroyed. She agreed with G'Leina's plan to dismantle the tower, and indicated she would send out a party of dwarven engineers that very day. She asked that G'Leina pass on her profuse thanks to the rest of the party. Next, G'Leina organized training for the week, and then G'Leina and Jaron both handed over pouches of coin, their customary tithe, which Sarana accepted gratefully. She then bid the duo adieu and returned to her prayerbook.

G'Leina (turning) Excuse me, but there is just one more thing, . . .
Sarana (looking up) Yes?
G'Leina I was just wondering if, well, I mean, do you think perhaps the temple has a holy mace available? I feel it would greatly aid my smiting efforts.
Sarana (smiling) Yes, I suppose it would. Check back with me after you complete your training and I shall see what I can find . . .

The Biscuits Gimar - Fighter 8th Level (PC)
Locale the Roc and Oliphant
Date 22nd of Ready'reat, 584 CY (Common Year)
Time Midday

The lone dwarf, more than a match for most, decided to wander the town solo. After meeting with a few sages and asking pointed questions about various rumours, Gimar decided to wet his whistle in a local pub. The "Roc and Oliphant" was nearby and seemed to be just the place.

Elderly Man . . . So there was this Terrasque, heading straight for Greyhawk. Everybody was running to get out of it's way, and magical fireballs were just bouncing off it's hide. It seemed the Free City was finished for sure.
Gimar And?
Elderly Man Before you could say "Gee, I wish we had one of them doomsday machines" I proceeded to call up some of my mage friends in the Circle of Eight and together we created a portal. Triggering it at just the right time, and with the aid of a wish to boot, the great monster was sent to the Erelhei-Cinlu, the fabled city of the Drow. I'll bet they had a heck of a time with it, that's for sure (hic).

The elderly half-orc bartender, Ral, came up and refreshed Gimar's beer.

Ral Telling the Terrasque story again, eh, Waldorf?
Waldorf (indignant) That's Waldorf the Archmage to you, sonny.
Ral I'm sorry about this. If he's bothering you . . .
Gimar Oh, no, no. I love a good story with my noon meal. And those eel-steaks were the best I've had in years. My compliments to the chef.
Ral I'll pass that on for you. And I can see that your mug is empty. Perhaps you'ld like to try the Dorakkan Blackened Beer. It's fermented inside the charred skulls of Fire Giants, and . . .

The Biscuits Jaron - Paladin 1st Level (PC)
Locale Keoish Embassy
Date 22nd of Ready'reat, 584 CY (Common Year)
Time Afternoon

Embassy Circle was mostly under construction, and the smell of freshly cut wood was in the air as Jaron approached. The building for Keoghland, a large house really, was nearly finished. Jaron headed up the front steps. He was met at the front door by an assistant, a pretty lass with dark brown tresses.

Assistant Welcome sir, how may we help you?
Jaron I am here to meet with my leige, Sir Milos Darovich
Assistant Very well, come this way. If you could just wait here.

The interior of the building was fully finished, and Jaron was shown to a waiting area. It was decorated with masks and artwork native to his home, and twenty minutes later he was still examining the various pieces.

Jaron (to himself) If I'm right, this dates back to Haurald the Twain.
Assistant Sir Milos will see you now.

Jaron was led into an office, also decorated with native artworks. His liege, Sir Milos Darovich, was sitting behind a large desk.

Jaron (bowing low) Sir Milos
Sir Milos Ah, Squire Yhanovaar, welcome back. I trust you have had an intersting adventure?

Jaron gave a complete report, interspersed with many hmmms and ah-has from his liege. Sir Milos was especially interested to hear about the fight with the Vampires. He offered Jaron a Keoish Brandy to wet his whistle, and then spoke.

Sir Milos Well, it seems you have had a valiant and fascinating time. Nasty undead should be shown the brilliant radiance of Pelor at any opportunity. On another topic, I have a proposal for you.
Jaron Sir?
Sir Milos It seems the Lord Baron has chosen me to be a temporary ambassador to Greyhawk until one is duly elected next spring. I have sent word back to the stronghold, where they are fully prepared for winter. My manservant Tyr and assistant Lily are here to help me out, and the tax collector here in Greyhawk will charge me a pretty penny to keep you here also. This leaves you with a choice. Would you prefer to return to the Stronghold and continue self training, or perhaps a little more clearing of the swamp; or would you prefer to continue adventuring?
Jaron Respectfully, sir, I would like to ponder on this.
Sir Milos Very well, report back to me when you have made your decision. Now, about your tithe . . .

The Biscuits Gimar - Fighter 8th Level (PC)
G'Leina - Fighter/Cleric 1st/1st Level (PC)
Jaron - Paladin 1st Level (PC)
Rheaphlyndar - Thief 1st Level (PC)
Hannah - Mage 2nd Level (NPC)
Wed - Mage 2nd Level (NPC)
Locale Blue Dragon Inn
Date 22nd of Ready'reat, 584 CY (Common Year)
Time Evening

The party met up that night at the Blue Dragon Inn and compared notes. Hannah and Wed had paid a guest fee at the College of Wizardry and would return the next day with spellbooks to be improved. Rheaphlyndar had managed to find a tutor within the thieves guild, costing him only a small bribe. G'Leina reported that the temple of Pelor was very grateful to the party. Then she spent the rest of the day shopping in both the High and Petit markets. She hadn't found a numismatist yet, but had some good leads. Gimar showed the party a map he had purchased, indicating that it proved the existance of the dwarven castle. Jaron reported that the meeting with Sir Milos Darovich had also gone well.

Rheaphlyndar and G'Leina's training would take about a week, so the party made tentative plans to leave for Verbobonc on the 2nd of Sunsebb, then on to the Temple of Elemental Evil to slay many undead.



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