Post Greyhawk Wars: 585 CY

15th of Fireseek, 586 CY

The Free City of Greyhawk
High: 43
Low: 14
A heavy sleetstorm takes over late at night for about 1/2 an hour. The entire Free City of Greyhawk is covered with a wet snow that will soon turn to ice.

For the last couple of months the party has enjoyed a well deserved rest and, recently joined by their new members, Ashult, Steven Grayson, Maskus Ironlock., Theras Thoess of Clan Meldarin, and Baroque, they feel like they are almost ready to begin the long journey to Veluna.

Thanks to both Gustav and Bornthien, the party is currently enjoying The Grand Supper in The Celene Feast Hall at The Golden Phoenix.

The Dead are remembered in song.
Half elf bard
A 1/2 elf bard has put together several poems about all of the fallen ones and ends dramatically with the tale of the demon that was slayed in The Mistmarsh just a few months ago. He ends with his sword raised high in the air: “we have our heroes, we have our names in history, they will live on forever!”

For a moment there is an uncomfortable silence. A few seconds later cups are raised; “to the fallen ones”

Several hours later and now full of Rabbit Velunaise and Almorian stuffed stirge, presented with the bill, this is no cheap feast at 50 gold each, Steven and Bornthien realize what was once a small purse of gold, is now nothing more more than the remains of a rat.


Bornthien: “Well I would invite this bard to join in the feast, and would have tried to hire him to travel with us, but if there is only a dead rat now in my gold pouch I dont know how I would pay him. But the offer still stands”

Udoamros Fletcher, the 1/2 elf bard, thanks Bornthien for his offer. “Your heroism is certainly worthy of my sword master hobbit. It would be an honor. Maybe someday I will be able to do more than sing simple songs about such great events. For now I will stay in the city.”

15th of Fireseek, 586 CY