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	Worlende
Date	18th day of Flocktime, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	evening

Most of the Biscuits spent Godsday prepping their gear and getting ready for travel.

• Jaron turned his warhorse over to the stables and spent his day among the people.
• Nicola turned over her wand for recharging and did pretty much the same.
• Wed spent the day with his new friends at the library.
• Rheaphlyndar wandered about the city, fully disguised.
• Dollin wandered about with Rheaphlyndar, getting his bearings and picking up street wisdom.
• Gimar went through his gear very thoroughly and met with his new associates.
• Little John disappeared for a while.

Outside the city, in fact outside the kingdom of Furyondy, others celebrated Walpurgis a different way.

Cloaked Figure	What of the outsiders. Will they return?
Robed Figure	I foresee that they will, and it is likely they will be our downfall.
Cloaked Figure	Bah! What kind of seer are you, anyhow? When will they return?
Robed Figure	Not for several moons.
Cloaked Figure	Good, that gives us a chance to repair the damage and replace the minions.
Robed Figure	It is all for nought.
Cloaked Figure	Bah!

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	Worlende
Date	20th day of Flocktime, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	Late afternoon

The party hit the road on Waterday, heading southeast. Since there weren't a lot of other choices, they decided to make tracks now and discuss their routes in more detail in the future.

• The first section of their journey consisted of getting back to Worlende, a well-travelled road for this group.
• From Worlende, they could take a land route or river route and end up near the free city of Dyvers.
• From Dyvers, the party could travel by land through Greyhawk or go along a river route through the Nyr Dyv.
• From the east end of the Nyr Dyv the party could travel via a river route to the south or a land route, skirting the Bright Desert.
• Finally, from the delta of the Nesser River, the plan was simple:
  Get across the Sea of Gearnat, rumoured to be pirate-infested waters.

It was a fine morning, with clear skies and few clouds. The familiar road passed quickly by under hooves. The most notable incident of the first day was when a prophet and his retinue passed, deep in thought. When the prophet jostled Little John's leg in passing, he looked up, startled.

Prophet	Evil will befall you.
Little John	Oh really? So you've met my travelling companions, have you?

The prophet shrugged off the flip comment and made a holy sign, moving on. Rheaphlyndar made remarks about false prophets, but the group was still a little shaken.

The next morning brought more clear weather and more fast travel. In fact, the party reached the outskirts of town in the early afternoon, but traffic slowed them somewhat. Rheaphlyndar scouted ahead.

Jaron	What in the holy blazes is going on up there?
Nicola	Yeah, don't they know we have evil to vanquish?
Gimar	Here comes Rheaphlyndar now, in disguise.
Dollin	Where'd you get that face? The holly wood?

Indeed, the rogue's face closely resembled that of a flesh golem.

Rheaphlyndar

OK, sometimes the make up just doesn't work. We are being delayed by a some sort of aristocrat's procession. Banners, trumpets, knights in polished armor, the whole works.

Eventually the Biscuits got through the traffic and into town. Their customary inn was booked, so they instead checked in at the Triple Crown. After they unpacked and freshened up a bit, they continued their discussion of the next leg of their journey.

Gimar	Well, I don't know, maybe we should flip a coin.
Rheaphlyndar	I have one here with two heads, if that will help.
Nicola	Only if you want to make the decision.
Jaron	Perhaps we should price the boat journey to compare.
Wed	There's an odd number of us, you would think a simple vote would settle it.
Dollin	I have a feeling that no matter how many Biscuits there were, they'd still be odd.
Little John	Somebody approaches.

Indeed, a young female came into the common room, crying something along the lines of "it got him, that monster, it got him." After a quick vote the party moved to intercept the waif. Jaron talked with her and calmed her down and managed to get a description of the beasty.

Jaron	A giant brain with a beak and tentacles below it. Apparently the tentacles had some paralysis effect, and it was also armed with some sort of spear. Also, it either flys or levitates.
Gimar	Has anyone else seen this monster?

A few ayes rang out, and one of the younger men stepped forward.

Man	I was hit with that spear; it shocked me like hell. If the town guard hadn't arrived it probably would have carried me away, too.
Rheaphlyndar	Is there a reward for killing this thing?
Barkeep	I recently heard 300 gold pieces and keep all it's treasure.
Gimar	I think you've got yourself some heroes. Now, who knows where this thing lives?

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	Outside Worlende
Date	20th day of Flocktime, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	early evening

Celene and Luna were but slivers in the clear sky, tinted red with the dusk. The party had collected the conflicting reports and decided to wander in a stretch of hills to the west.

Dollin took the opportunity to chatter with a few animals, and was able to lead the party closer to the spot. However, the animals told of a thing coming in and out of the rock.

Gimar	Well that's strange.
Rheaphlyndar	Get me close, and I'll give it a wink.
Dollin	It's somewhere along this rim here.
Rheaphlyndar	(squinting) Ah.

He then turned and walked into the rock! Poking his head out again, he motioned for the rest to follow.

Gimar	If this thing can cast illusions . . .
Wed	. . . Then I'll beat it at it's own game.
Jaron	Quiet everyone. Battle formation and continual light.

Dollin stood to the middle of the group, near Wed and Nicola. The entryway was about six feet wide and eight feet high, and the tunnel led downwards. Due to the paralyzation effect, Gimar had agreed not to scout ahead this time.

After a descent of some eighty feet, the tunnel opened up into a large room. The ceiling was about fifteen feet up, and it was about fifty feet square. A door led to the north and passageways opened to the east and west. The walls were painted with murals, containing scenes of battle, martial exercises and training.

In the northeast corner was a body, long dead, with bits of rotted leather armor and a decayed purse nearby. Quick flashes of light revealed nothing in either of the rooms to the sides, but Jaron sensed evil to the west.

(Roll Initiative)

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