| The Biscuits | Little John - Fighter 6th Level (NPC) Barmanos - High Priest (NPC) |
| Locale | Dyvers |
| Date | 10th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year) |
| Time | mid-morning |
| Barmanos | Thank you again for your help. |
| Little John | I think of it as my duty, really. Can I ask about another favor? |
| Barmanos | Whenever you like. |
| Little John | It's about the mage Hannah. Her body is currently in residence down the street. |
| Barmanos | I am familiar with the case. The priestess G'Leina is also there, right? |
| Little John | That's right. Is there anything you can do to help me find her soul? |
| Barmanos | I believe so. Concentrate really hard and come over here with me. |
The pair walked over to Barmanos' magical mirror, and after the High Priest said a few incantations, they peered into the mirror together.
| The Biscuits | Gimar - Fighter 8th Level (PC) Barmanos - High Priest (NPC) |
| Locale | Dyvers |
| Date | 10th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year) |
| Time | mid-afternoon |
| Barmanos | Thank you again for your help. |
| Gimar | We give it gladly. I have a small confession to make, however. |
| Barmanos | Please, go on. |
| Gimar | You see, it's this axe of mine. Occasionally, it likes to eat magical items. |
| Barmanos | Oh my heavens, you didn't take a chop at the relic, did you? |
| Gimar | No, but when I picked it up I thought I saw a small flash. Have you tested it fully yet? |
| Barmanos | I was planning on doing that tomorrow, at the Godsday service. |
| Gimar | Well if it doesn't work you can blame me. |
| Barmanos | Gimar my son, part of the magic is that this is a relic of His Holy Radiance, Pelor. That, plus the fact that it didn't fall into evil hands, is enough for me. |
| Gimar | (chagrinned) I still feel bad. |
| Barmanos | (hinting) Perhaps a donation of some sort? |
| The Biscuits | Gimar - Fighter 8th Level (PC) Rheaphlyndar - Thief 8th Level (PC) Jaron - Paladin 6th Level (PC) Nicola - Cleric 6th Level (PC) Dollin - Druid 6th Level (PC) Little John - Fighter 6th Level (NPC) Wed - Mage 5th Level (NPC) |
| Locale | Dyvers |
| Date | 12th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year) |
| Time | morning |
Rheaphlyndar spent the majority of his time in town shopping around, and he managed to fill his Baldric with magical daggers. He also acquired two potions of invisibility and a fairly potent sleeping potion.
As for the rest of the Biscuits, Nicola turned her magic missile wand over for recharging and then joined Jaron to help out with the Godsday service at the church of Pelor; Gimar purchased a small cart to port his goods back to Northbank; and Dollin spent a little time in the hills south of the city, discussing the recent heat wave with the farmers. Wed, always the curious one, joined him on this venture.
Barmanos made the group a gift of seven healing potions, courtesy of the Fountain of Pelor. They were delivered by Little John, who showed up just as the party was ready to leave town.
| Little John | Hi guys, ready to go? |
| Jaron | We were just considering leaving without you. |
| Little John | What, leave without your warrior? Hey Gimar, what's in the cart? |
| Gimar | Barrels of Banthor's Best, if you must know. |
| Rheaphlyndar | One for the road? |
| Nicola | More than one, I imagine. Anyhow, we were just discussing where we would meet up and when. |
| Little John | Oh, that's right, you aren't going to Greyhawk. |
| Gimar | Nicola and I will head south at Ford Keep, to Northbank. I have some business to attend to . . . |
| Dollin | (smirking) . . . and beer to drink . . . |
| Gimar | Anyhow, we'll meet at Diamond Lake a little less than four weeks from now. |
| Wed | I have that location on my map, here. |
| Rheaphlyndar | I am going to sell off some of the party treasure and exchange for gems, to lighten our load for travel. Also, if anyone needs me to "acquire" something for them . . . |
| Jaron | (sneering) Or I could purchase it, legally. Just let us know. |
| The Biscuits | Gimar - Fighter 8th Level (PC) Rheaphlyndar - Thief 8th Level (PC) Jaron - Paladin 6th Level (PC) Nicola - Cleric 6th Level (PC) Dollin - Druid 6th Level (PC) Little John - Fighter 6th Level (NPC) Wed - Mage 5th Level (NPC) |
| Locale | Across the river from Ford Keep |
| Date | 14th day of Wealsun, 585 CY (Common Year) |
| Time | late afternoon |
The Biscuits travelled for three uneventful days, finally spotting the Selintan River in late afternoon. The weather continued quite hot, and many of the crops were a wee bit too brown, in Dollin's opinion. Wed spoke of his theory of global warming but was roundly ignored.
The nights were lit by the twin moons of Celene and Luna, both half full. They were just moving into the sky as the party reached the ford.
| Gimar | There's Ford Keep on the other side. |
| Dollin | And the Selintan Beacons are still lit, I see. |
| Jaron | That's the war for ya. Those beacons are to make this river easier to defend. |
| Rheaphlyndar | (turning) Where are those soldiers now? |
| Jaron | Oh, another Hezrou. |
| Gimar | Battle Formation! |
| Hezrou | (emanating fear) I suppose giving me your horses is out of the question then. |
Rheaphlyndar, Nicola, Wed and Jaron ran in fear as the battle was joined.
* [*] John Quarterstaff :16-|-2+4|:8: miss 7 [1+6] Hezrou claw :10-|0|:11: 1d3=1 to Little John 9 [3+6] Hezrou gate :05%: Success! 11 [4+7] Gimar Battleaxe :13-|-2+4|:13: 1d8+1d2+7=16 to Hezrou 11 [4+7] Gimar Battleaxe :13-|-2+4|:8: miss 12 [6+6] Hezrou claw :10-|0|:5: miss 13 [9-2+6] Dollin Thrown Spear :18-|-2+2|:19: 1d8=8 to Hezrou 15 [8+7] Gimar Battleaxe :13-|-2+4|:1: fumble(9) Weapon lost 15 [9+6] Hezrou bite :10-|0|:11: 4d4=14 to Gimar
| Dollin | Hey, this one doesn't smell nearly as bad. |
| Hezrou | I will smell your blood, human, before this battle is through. |
| Hezrou #2 | (arriving) Why have you summoned me. Ah, battle! |
* [*] John Quarterstaff :16-|-2+4|:17: 1d6+4=6 to Hezrou 7 [1+6] Hezrou Levitation :6: Gimar's Axe 8 [2+6] Hezrou #2 claw :10-|0|:14: 1d3=1 to Gimar 9 [9] Gimar draws weapon 10 [4+6] Hezrou bite :10-|0|:18: 4d4=11 to Little John 11 [5+6] Hezrou #2 claw :10-|0|:16: 1d3=3 to Gimar 11 [7-2+6] Dollin Spear :18-|-2+2|:19: 1d8=8+Lightning 13 [7+6] Hezrou #2 bite :10-|0|:15: 4d4=11 to Gimar 15 [9+6] Hezrou #2 fear!As Dollin struck down the first Hezrou with a shocking hit, Gimar's Axe fell back to the ground. Unfortunately, the fear effect struck soon after and Dollin also ran for higher ground.
| Dollin | Aaaauuugh! |
| Gimar | (now wielding his crossbow of speed) You're toast, fiend! |
| Hezrou #2 | In your dreams, dwarf. |
| Little John | Enough chit-chat! |
* [*] John Quarterstaff :16-|-2+4|:14: Thunderstrike! 1d6+4=9x3=27 7 [1+6] Hezrou #2 claw :10-|0|:6: miss 8 [2+6] Hezrou gate :94%: failure 9 [2+7] Gimar L.Crossbow :13-|-2+4|:5: miss 10 [3+7] Gimar L.Crossbow :13-|-2+4|:9: miss 10 [4+6] Hezrou #2 bite :10-|0|:13: 4d4=13 to Little John 13 [7+6] Hezrou #2 claw :10-|0|:7: miss * [*] John Quarterstaff :16-|-2+4|:13: miss 7 [1+6] Hezrou #2 claw :10-|0|:19: 1d3=1 to Little John 9 [2+7] Gimar L.Crossbow :13-|-2+3|:7: miss 11 [5+6] Hezrou #2 claw :10-|0|:5: miss 14 [7+7] Gimar L.Crossbow :13-|-2+3|:16: 1d4+3=7 15 [9+6] Hezrou #2 bite :10-|0|:9: miss 16 [10+6] Hezrou summons magical darkness
| Little John | Hey, who turned out the lights? |
| Gimar | What's the matter, fiend, gonna run? |
| Hezrou #2 | On the contrary, I shall finish you two myself. |
* [*] John Quarterstaff :16-|-2+4|:19: 1d6+4=5 1 [1] Gimar grabs his axe 8 [2+6] Hezrou #2 claw :10-|0|:18: 1d3=3 to Little John 10 [4+6] Hezrou #2 claw :10-|0|:5: miss 10 [4+6] Hezrou #2 bite :10-|0|:2: miss 15 [9+6] Hezrou teleports
| Gimar | Little John, jump back! |
The staff-wielding warrior obliged and Gimar hurled his axe through the darkness, dispelling it but striking nothing. The rest of the party returned soon after and much healing was applied.
| Gimar | That thing nearly bit off my leg. |
| Nicola | It's probably just a small compound fracture. |
| Little John | (bravely) We could have taken it. (firmly) We should have taken it. |
The Greyhawk militia arrived next, but the battle was definitely over. The police group escorted the party across the ford to the Keep, providing a small boat for Gimar's cart. That night the Biscuits filled the guards in on the monsters they had seen so recently, and the master of the Keep vowed to send word to Greyhawk the next day.
| Jaron | You know, most of our group is also headed that way. We could assist in delivering your message. |
| Rheaphlyndar | . . . for a price. |
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