The Biscuits	Ravi
Locale	In a grove
Date	4th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	afternoon

Ravi	I don't understand it . . . I don't understand it at all.

The city watchman was outside the walls of Greyhawk, in a heavy rain. He and his partner found the ruined corner of an old church to hole up in, and as Ravi built the campfire he thought of recent events.

Ravi	I don't . . . I just don't understand it.
Drew	What's wrong? What don't you understand?
Ravi	I've never heard of anything so strange.

The watchman was speaking, as he had for most of the day, of his previous duty, which was guarding the former residence of Otiluke the Wizard. The former member of the circle of eight disappeared at the time of the Great Signing. The rumours said that he had also been killed by Rary the Traitor.

Drew	So you saw some weird shit, that's no big deal. Ot'Luke was a mage, you know.
Ravi	Yeah, I know, I know. I still think you are lucky you didn't get this detail -- it's definitely weirder than most. For instance, that guy who just appeared on the doorstep, then was attacked by that invisible monster.
Drew	I've heard of that spell, it's called "Invisible Stalker" I think.
Ravi	(changing the subject) When's this rain gonna end?

The Biscuits	Unknown Oeridian
Locale	Near the edge of the Gnarley Forest
Date	4th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	afternoon

The Oeridian sat under a tree, browsing through a satchel of envelops and message-scrolls. Next to him sat a half-elven warrior whistling as she cleaned blood off her sword; nearby lay the bloody corpse of a civil messenger.

Warrior	So, is the 'oh so important' message there?
Oeridian	(shrugs) Perhaps. I'll let someone else study these for any useful information. There are two addressed to people in Northbank. I don't know this one, we'll probably need to have a report on her prepared.
Warrior	Ugh. Boring!
Oeridian	You won't be asked to undertake such a subtle endeavor. This will be left to our agent there.
Warrior	So how soon are we back to Greyhawk? I now have more money to spend.
Oeridian	(with a laugh) You do enjoy spending 'found' money...
Warrior	(Big smile) It's the best kind!

The Biscuits	Crown Prince Thrommel
Locale	Chendl
Date	4th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	afternoon

The future king of Furyondy was in the royal training grounds, sparring with a a good family friend. Exercising the physique, if not the psyche.

Garaeth	Still having the dreams, then?
Thrommel	(grunting) Yes, but less and less. Although reality is not much of an improvement. With the tanar'ri marauding the northern border, and agents of Iuz all around, who can you trust?
Garaeth	If men don't trust one another, then the oerth becomes a hell.
Thrommel	Right. The world's a kind of hell.
Garaeth	(chuckling) Now that's not what I meant, and you know it. We'll settle this eventually.
Thrommel	I believe that father is looking for any excuse to go back to war.
Garaeth	As a holy warrior yourself, you know that would be wrong.
Thrommel	(sigh) You're right, of course. Again?

The Biscuits	The Spirit of G'Leina
Locale	Unknown
Date	4th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	afternoon

Occasionally the mist cleared enough to see out. Of course, the priestess wasn't really "seeing" since she didn't currently have a body.

G'Leina

(if I dwell on the details I'll surely go insane)

When the reddish mists did clear and she could see the world, it seemed to consist of several images, each reflections at a different angle. But it was what the reflections consisted of that was the most curious thing.

G'Leina

(oh, he's here again. Joy.)

Her prison seemed to be guarded by a very large and very scaly creature, that was most likely a dragon. The bodiless priestess couldn't tell what color, because all the images she perceived were tinted with red.

G'Leina had no other concept of time or space, and it seemed like an eternity since she drew the fatal and fateful card from that magical deck.

G'Leina

(I wonder where the Biscuits are today?)

The Biscuits	Tanner Macabee
Locale	The Gnarley Forest
Date	4th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	afternoon

Tanner Macabee

Selfish!

The gnarley ranger was travelling with some members of the Greyhawk Militia, who had been tasked with helping reduce some of the local monster population. Tanner's group had just finished "reducing" a small band of orcs. As they quibbled over the meager treasure, Tanner refrained from telling them that this was the easiest prey he'd ever seen in these woods.

Militiaman	See, sarge, it's the Blackthorn tribe, I told ya.
Sergeant	Ah, good work, men.
Tanner	It's just a squad -- you guys would never be able to take the whole tribe.

With a large thump a body fell from a nearby tree, and one of the militiamen climbed down after it. The orcs body was riddled with crossbow bolts, but Tanner was happy to note that it was his arrow that had provided the killing blow.

Sergeant	Any treasure there?
Militiaman	Another pouch of coins and this bow. Oh, and look at this dagger.
Sergeant	(whistling) That handle's inlaid with pearl.
Tanner	(ears perking up) As your guide I claim that treasure.
Sergeant	I was beginning to wonder if you were going to claim anything.

Tanner thought to himself that he wouldn't need to claim anything; he would take what remained after the squad was slain. Unless he could prevent it, of course.

The Biscuits	Ravi
Locale	In a grove
Date	4th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	late afternoon

Drew	Hey, Ravi, the rain's letting up!
Ravi	Ah, and there's the sun. We should make it back to the Marsh Gate with time to spare.

The clear air of the glade smelled fresh and clean. After a few deep breaths, the past month no longer seemed quite so strange to Ravi.

Ravi	Well, it's back to the House on Summoner Court for me.
Drew	Just a few more days until the sale is finalized, no?
Ravi	Yep. I just hope I don't see that red-eyed rat again.

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