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Eric
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World of Orphel
Laen
Map to come.
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Eric
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World of Orphel
The Gnoll Temple of Thi-Tytol
The party briefly stopped here after a run-in with a flock of Kenku. They explored and partially destroyed the space. XP for all participants:

3000 XP
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Origin Story of Merrybegotten the Half-Orc Barbarian
Merrybegotten’s earliest, albeit most hazy, memory is having had been the only orphan she knew at the Way of the Spirit Convent that had been called a name that was not an invention of the Sisters who attended to the orphans. To this day, Merrybegotten continues to carry with her a rough, worn-through, thin strip of leather with her name crudely inscribed - as if in a hurry - attached to a thin and cheap piece of twine.

Deserted in the early months of her life to the Sisters of the Way of the Spirit Orphanage, Merrybegotten grew to learn that their Convent was one of the final remnants of a religious cult that, for a short period at least, made a considerable impression on Faerun and the entire Forgotten Lands - the Cult of Shared Suffering.

This small convent was devoted to the Crying God, and committed to what many believed was the heretical view that all individuals owed an equal responsibility to share the sufferings of the Crying God, that is, Illmater. Located deep within the High Forest, many miles to the east of Waterdeep, the mostly human sisters who sacrificed to maintain the Orphanage of the Sisters of the Way of the Spirit raised Merrybegotten as an equal sharer of suffering. In line with this, they also taught to her a sense of equality of respect in accord to all the more common race members of the order and of the orphanage proper.

As you might imagine, this kind of education pushed the obviously outsider, half-orc, Merrybegotten, toward a neutral moral stance. All living creatures rightfully share the sufferings of the world. And, in addition, that this must be applied to non-believers just as much as believers….If not even more so. There is a righteousness from stealing from the comforted, as well as a certain righteousness in comforting the afflicted. But, only to a point of equality of suffering, of course.

Merrybegotten has, of late, grown fond of her misfit companions. Despite the diversity of populations in Waterdeep, half-breeds and misfits are not entirely trusted and treated without suspicion. ‘We make a like-company,’ she has thought several times to herself over the first few days of their fellowship.

Working in unison with these new companions could serve Merrybegotten well, she thinks, if they can manage to work together. Lots of signs point to the possibility. And, for the first time since she was first forced to leave the orphanage attached to the Convent of the Order of Shared Suffering, Merrybegotten feels she may have found some well met, and like-minded comrades.

Only time will tell.
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No time to bleed, just tickle
It smelled awful in here, he thought to himself. That’s saying something considering Drag’os would go weeks without a proper bath. He was inside of something, something moist and disgusting. He could barely move and his sword arm was useless as it was pinned against his body. Feeling doubt creep into his soul he stopped thinking and just reacted.

Using the pommel of his sword and the fingers of his free hand he started rubbing the soft fleshy meat that surrounded him completely. To his amazement, it seemed to be working. He felt the crushing flesh loosen and before he knew what had happened he was in a heap on the cave floor.

Then came a sound he had heard before but never as loudly. BRRRRRT!! And then the smell came. Oh, that smell. Worse than before by several magnitudes. Drag’os though to himself, “hmm, I thought they smelled worse on the inside.”
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Michael
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The Iron Circle
Slip sliding away.......
The pushed deeper into the caves beneath Vor Rukoth. Before long, they were in narrow tunnels barely wide enough for two abreast. They were moving fast, trying to keep up with Eravor, but they tried to stay together for those without darkvision. They felt a gust of wind that was uncharacteristic for tunnels this deep. Then again. Then it was on them. A MASSIVE Lurker decended upon them before they could react. They attempted to damage it from the inside and out. Little worked until Drag'Os found it's T spot. He tickled it until to spit them out. Then he tickled it some more, causing it to fart and sniff it which was more than it could bare. It decided to leave these nasty monsters to their own devices.

Then it was into the underground river. The party was sliding along rapidly, struggling to avoid underwater curves and boulders. They got separated but eventually found their way back to each other just before careening down a large underground waterfall and group feather falling to a waiting Eravor.

Once again above ground, the smell of brimstone was pervasive. They approached the Ruby Court grounds cautiously and inserted wax into their ears to protect against the wailing spirit. They investigated the area and found their way into the guard station before they were found out. The Banshee wailed and things went sideways. Vick was on the ground choking out when he was suddenly released from the full body convulsion. Zevron had asked the Banshee how could he help.

Now things were about to get interesting.
Session: Game Session 1903: Into the Ruby Court Part 2 - Friday, Dec 21 2018 from 10:30 PM to 2:00 AM
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