| The Biscuits |
Gimar - Fighter 8th Level (PC) Jaron - Paladin 6th Level (PC) Rheaphlyndar - Thief 8th Level (PC) Nicola - Cleric 5th Level (PC) Dollin - Druid 6th Level (PC) Wed - Mage 5th Level (NPC) Little John - Fighter 5th Level (NPC) |
| Locale | Biscuit Base camp |
| Date | 26th day of Planting, 585 CY (Common Year) |
| Time | Late Afternoon |
Rheaphlyndar carefully checked the items for traps and removed them one by one. When it came to the staff, unfortunately, he was caught by a trap he couldn't detect -- a glyph of warding.
| Rheaphlyndar | I'm blind! (furiously sqinting) But I can still see! |
The rogue was able to make out his surroundings with his magical eyepatch, although that only lasted for about ten minutes. He dropped the now non- magical staff and made his way back to the party, where Nicola applied her healing ways.
| Rheaphlyndar | Ah, the light of Pelor is so bright! |
After collecting the rest of the magical treasures, the party also gathered up the cash and tools they had brought into the depths and headed for the surface. They reached the base camp without incident.
| Rheaphlyndar | Well I could sure use a cold one, and maybe some more healing! |
The mage did his first identifications on the magical ointment, which was indeed found to be Keoghtom's. Gimar and Nicola replenished their stock and handed out some partially full jars to the party, along with instructions for use. Wed further identified the crossbow as a crossbow of speed that indeed seemed to be missing a bowstring. Jaron speculated that an enchanted crossbow string couldn't cost as much as a whole magical crossbow, and Gimar agreed.
The night passed uneventfully. Gimar and Jaron managed, armed with their ordinary crossbows, managed to peg a scrawny rabbit and a not-so-scrawny pheasant, which made for a pleasant evening meal.
The next day was spent cleaning up their encampment and making minor repairs on armor and weapons. Wed's next identification discovered only the two rings, which were found to be protection and X-ray vision. Rheaphlyndar quickly nabbed that one and chased everyone about the camp.
| Rheaphlyndar | I can see througn your armor! |
Later, Gimar and Jaron talked at length about various tricks and techniques. At one point, Gimar was referring to the sooty smoke put out by a forge when Jaron noticed some smoke in the near distance.
| Rheaphlyndar | I'd better go check that out. Wish me luck! |
Wed, out cold from the identification attempt, was secreted away in the wagon and most of the party fanned out in the same direction as the smoke, ready to battle any hobgoblins that might wander by.
As they returned to their own hearth, the half-elven thief reported that it seemed to be an encampment of soldiers. Jaron quizzed the thief about the insignia.
| Rheaphlyndar | It looked kind of Furyondian to me. Hey, who's that in our camp! |
Indeed their was a cloaked figure standing over the cooking fire. Arms were raised and readied, until he turned towards the party.
| Rheaphlyndar | Dollin! |
| Dollin | This stew could use some more spices. They say that he who controls the spice controls the universe. |
| Rheaphlyndar | But none of my traps have been set off! |
| Dollin | Well later on I can tell you about the birds and the bees. Now are you going to introduce me to your friends? |
| Rheaphlyndar | Sorry, forgot my manners. This is Enolis Dollindoleribinish, but he usually goes by Dollin. From left to right these are Gimar Axewielder, John McClane, Nicola Machiavelli, and Sir Jaron Yhanovaar. Our mage, Wed Booth, is currently sleeping it off in the wagon. |
| Dollin | I noticed, I tucked him in for you. Wine, anyone? Especially for you, young lady . . . |
Nicola blushed slightly at this roguish druid, who was really quite charismatic. Gimar stepped in.
| Gimar | Your name sounds very gnomish to me. |
| Dollin | Ah, that would be thanks to my dear father, Golinblagerous. |
| Gimar | But you look human to me! |
| Dollin | And so I am. My dear father was raised by Gnomes and I have spent much time amongst them. {Enough to notice your amulet, sir.} |
| Gimar | I don't speak much gnomish but I do recognize the tongue. |
| Jaron | Enough of this chit-chat. Why are you here? |
| Dollin | I am a messenger from his royal highness, King Belvor IV of Furyondy. It is your Lawful duty to return with me at once to Chendl. |
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| Bold Text | Character is shouting. |
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