3.28.2006
Well Then
Okay, you guys decide to camp out. At first it's a little hard to go to sleep, with the sounds of combat and explosions coming from the chasm below, but after an hour or so, it stops, and you all pass the night in deep, restful sleep.
You wake up, wipe the sleep from your eyes, decide which ties you want to wear today, have a mimosa (or maybe two!) and finally get around to packing up camp and heading through the cullis.
You wind your way through tunnels that switch back and forth... you're clearly descending along a route parallel to the chasm not far from you. Finally after about twenty minutes or so, you come out on the bottom of an immense cleft in the rock.
The smell of smoke and crisped flesh penetrates your nostrils.
This clearly was once an enormous shrine. You can see a large altar in the back, complete with a huge gate-like arch. The place is full of dead undead- bones and corpses litter the ground. Everything looks blasted away... Renwick, you'd have to guess that a massive fireball or two did the trick.
Inspecting the altar, you find it horribly defaced, and recently too. What the fire couldn't damage, brute physical force did. It looks like there was once a huge female statue here, since defaced, beheaded, and de-armed. What religious icons remain are somewhat disturbing... you see a couple skull carvings that escaped destruction.
You begin to loot, but it looks like most of the valuables have been taken. There is a shitload of weapons from the decimated undead army here though, you collect everything in a big pile and you can take what you want. Most wood and even some metal, though, has been melted or burned away. Nothing radiates magic.
3 halberds
10 long swords
4 short swords
2 TH swords
3 bastard swords
4 maces
6 daggers
3 suits of chainmail
one suit field platemail
13 shields
Right as you're finishing up your pile, though, you hear voices! Human- or humanoid at least... you ready yourself for the final climatic battle, that of course every dungeon has to end with... and you're sure that this one will be no different!
It is, though. The people entering the chasm are friends of yours from Grito... Grettin and Shettin, some other clergy of Grisbane, some Grito officials, including Ronald Greetles, and central to the group is none other than... Apprentice Steve?
Grettin and Shettin are congratulating Steve on a job well done. "Thank you, Apprentice... nay, shall we now say... 'Master' Steve? Of the soon-to-be restored Grito Potion Guild? By the gods, look at the destruction here... it must have been a mighty battle!"
"Uh, yeah, it sure was. Jeez," says Steve.
"Well, look who's here! Fellow brave adventurers, won't you join us in thanking Steve for his brave deeds last night, and join us in consecrating the restored Temple of Grisbane! Well done Steve! Although we know you're too modest to ask, your rewards are waiting in your manor above." You can join in thanking Steve if you like, or not. Long story short, apparently Apprentice Steve, APG, came down here and took out the army of undead and closed the gate to the Realm of Zelba that was making all the undead. Steve has sort of a bashful, shit-eating grin on his chubby face.
"We understand you were instrumental in killing a few undead owlbears," says the High Priest to all of you. "Thank you for this assistance. In reward, let us present you with 83 gp and a Dagger +1. Oh, and you can keep whatever potions you didn't use, and the donkey if you like. Well done."
Everyone leaves the temple, and the Grisbanic clergy prepares to move back in. So much for the undead plague over Grito. For your efforts, you each get 1000 xp, which I think levels only Renwick. Renwick, go ahead and take 3rd level, special training is 300 gp remember for +2 hp and a bonus NWP. Plus you get 2 spells, probably 2nd circle.
That night, you dream of gray clouds in the sky, blotting out the sun.
You wake up, wipe the sleep from your eyes, decide which ties you want to wear today, have a mimosa (or maybe two!) and finally get around to packing up camp and heading through the cullis.
You wind your way through tunnels that switch back and forth... you're clearly descending along a route parallel to the chasm not far from you. Finally after about twenty minutes or so, you come out on the bottom of an immense cleft in the rock.
The smell of smoke and crisped flesh penetrates your nostrils.
This clearly was once an enormous shrine. You can see a large altar in the back, complete with a huge gate-like arch. The place is full of dead undead- bones and corpses litter the ground. Everything looks blasted away... Renwick, you'd have to guess that a massive fireball or two did the trick.
Inspecting the altar, you find it horribly defaced, and recently too. What the fire couldn't damage, brute physical force did. It looks like there was once a huge female statue here, since defaced, beheaded, and de-armed. What religious icons remain are somewhat disturbing... you see a couple skull carvings that escaped destruction.
You begin to loot, but it looks like most of the valuables have been taken. There is a shitload of weapons from the decimated undead army here though, you collect everything in a big pile and you can take what you want. Most wood and even some metal, though, has been melted or burned away. Nothing radiates magic.
3 halberds
10 long swords
4 short swords
2 TH swords
3 bastard swords
4 maces
6 daggers
3 suits of chainmail
one suit field platemail
13 shields
Right as you're finishing up your pile, though, you hear voices! Human- or humanoid at least... you ready yourself for the final climatic battle, that of course every dungeon has to end with... and you're sure that this one will be no different!
It is, though. The people entering the chasm are friends of yours from Grito... Grettin and Shettin, some other clergy of Grisbane, some Grito officials, including Ronald Greetles, and central to the group is none other than... Apprentice Steve?
Grettin and Shettin are congratulating Steve on a job well done. "Thank you, Apprentice... nay, shall we now say... 'Master' Steve? Of the soon-to-be restored Grito Potion Guild? By the gods, look at the destruction here... it must have been a mighty battle!"
"Uh, yeah, it sure was. Jeez," says Steve.
"Well, look who's here! Fellow brave adventurers, won't you join us in thanking Steve for his brave deeds last night, and join us in consecrating the restored Temple of Grisbane! Well done Steve! Although we know you're too modest to ask, your rewards are waiting in your manor above." You can join in thanking Steve if you like, or not. Long story short, apparently Apprentice Steve, APG, came down here and took out the army of undead and closed the gate to the Realm of Zelba that was making all the undead. Steve has sort of a bashful, shit-eating grin on his chubby face.
"We understand you were instrumental in killing a few undead owlbears," says the High Priest to all of you. "Thank you for this assistance. In reward, let us present you with 83 gp and a Dagger +1. Oh, and you can keep whatever potions you didn't use, and the donkey if you like. Well done."
Everyone leaves the temple, and the Grisbanic clergy prepares to move back in. So much for the undead plague over Grito. For your efforts, you each get 1000 xp, which I think levels only Renwick. Renwick, go ahead and take 3rd level, special training is 300 gp remember for +2 hp and a bonus NWP. Plus you get 2 spells, probably 2nd circle.
That night, you dream of gray clouds in the sky, blotting out the sun.
