TET(With a T this time)'s pantflyer campaign (No, it's not dirty.)

Game Master Halflingtime


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M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Well, if we are going to go off we better get more food for the trip. Manny looks over at the Eldar have an unfortunate episode.So could you tell us a little more about the shrine?


Female :D Check out my fetching opercles!

"I have never heard of an ink defense on a demon." Jory says unhelpfully, gifting Sunny with a long-suffering smile.

Marduzi clears his throat.
"It's a quaint stone structure with wings carved into the sides. It is consecrated, but it is unclear just who the shrine is dedicated to. Empyreal cultists sometimes stop to pray and rest there. They dream of angels and swear they hold entire conversations at length."

He calmly strokes his well-kept beard.
"The most recent story about it is a tale of a pilgrim who gave birth to an aasimar under its shadow. This would have been fifty years ago, but... if there's any place close enough to the heavens to help you, it is there."

Jory looks furtively back into the area where the cots are held.
"Before you leave, Sunny, that friend of yours woke up earlier. He's sleeping now, but he'll be ready to leave in the morning."

Marduzi gives a smile of agreement. "Well, at least those are some good news coming from today... As for the box..."

He pulls it from the elder's grasp and immediately perspires, biting his lips down in agony.
"It... can't... remain here."

Jory sighs.
"Let me guess. They have to drop in in a volcano."

"No. That... would.. be ridiculous... I... don't know.. Master Tane...?"

The elder is no help, continuing to stare into space.

Jory snatches the box, showing none of the same tendencies when he takes it. He looks at Marduzi in pity and confusion.
"I could hold onto it, you know. Maybe bury it somewhere. Nothing could possibly go wrong with that plan."


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Let's try the shrine before plan b. He looks at the others. We can get a good night's rest and then gear up for the trip.


Female Elf

"I have never heard of an ink defense on a demon." Jory says unhelpfully, gifting Sunny with a long-suffering smile.

Suny frowns in reply to the fellow (How old be Jory, anywho?)

Marduzi clears his throat.
"It's a quaint stone structure with wings carved into the sides. It is consecrated, but it is unclear just who the shrine is dedicated to. Empyreal cultists sometimes stop to pray and rest there. They dream of angels and swear they hold entire conversations at length."

He calmly strokes his well-kept beard.
"The most recent story about it is a tale of a pilgrim who gave birth to an aasimar under its shadow. This would have been fifty years ago, but... if there's any place close enough to the heavens to help you, it is there."

Jory looks furtively back into the area where the cots are held.
"Before you leave, Sunny, that friend of yours woke up earlier. He's sleeping now, but he'll be ready to leave in the morning."

Marduzi gives a smile of agreement. "Well, at least those are some good news coming from today... As for the box..."

He pulls it from the elder's grasp and immediately perspires, biting his lips down in agony.
"It... can't... remain here."

Jory sighs.
"Let me guess. They have to drop in in a volcano."

"No. That... would.. be ridiculous... I... don't know.. Master Tane...?"

The elder is no help, continuing to stare into space.

Jory snatches the box, showing none of the same tendencies when he takes it. He looks at Marduzi in pity and confusion.
"I could hold onto it, you know. Maybe bury it somewhere. Nothing could possibly go wrong with that plan."

Sunny frowns and goes to take back the box from Jory.

I were sayin' about tha' ink 'cause of me state of bein' all covered in stuff." She points out, "Tha' stuff were tipped over yon thing-in'a-box on account we's couldn't be seein' it, ye ken?" She pads over and hands the box to 1d3 ⇒ 1(1:Manny, 2:Ruul, 3:Sorval)

"This place ye be talkin' about? Sounds right naffy ta be goin' an' visitin'. I come out ta see tha' world an' this sounds like a rilly interestin' place ta' be goin' seein'. " She nods happily in agreement with Manny. She looks to Marduzi,

"Be there a place I can be washin' m'self an' maybe me cloth ta' be gettin' tha stuff off afore it gets all stained?" She asks.

Once she's shown where to bath and has washed herself and her borrowed shirt clean she'll settle down for the night next to Donaon. Ready to greet himself and the new day with her usual bright smiles, cheers and giggles. (^_^)


male minotaur cleric of Baphomet 6 | HP64/64 | AC19/18/11 | Init:+1 | Perception:+3 | Lowlight/Darkvision | Fort:+9 Ref+4 Will+9
Resources:
Channel 4/4 | Fury 6/6 | Ferocious Strike 6/6
Active Buffs:

Did Suny's treatment help with Ruul's itchy wound?


M Goblin Rogue3HP 22/22,Init+4,F3R7W3Per8AC17T15FF13

Manny does the truffle shuffle. Well it seems we are settled, we can go get a nap and then get ready for the trip to the temple, agreed?


Female Elf

Sunny nods in agreement with Manny's plan. (^_^)

Before giving Ruul one last, gentle, pat on his daftly bandaged wound and skipping off to clean herself (And her shirt) up and get said sleep before the adventures to come on the morrow.

(^_^)

Here? Din't I gives ye tha' box.. why ye trufflin' with it? (>_>)

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