The Wayfarer's Inn

The day passes uneventfully. In spite of the heat, all of you greatly enjoy the sun and the fresh air after being in the dark and musty tomb for such a long time. The prisoners praise you all for what you have done, and promise you to pray and sacrifice to the gods for your success. They can't believe the luck they have, and that such low-born ones as they are will get the honor to be transported magically to the capital.

As the hour of dusk comes close and the desert air starts to cool down, Gaderon rises, ready to make the long jump to Theben. Gathering the ragged bunch of people around him, the wizards speaks the few magical syllables, and the whole group disappears.

OOC: Let me know where Gaderon wants to bring the prisoners, Greg. Also, please make two d% rolls for the teleportation there and back again.

Gaderon will take the former prisoners to Theben and return to the group.

[ooc: 2d100 = 26 and 42. I assume that Gaderon knows of a specific place in Theben that he can take them to, safely.]

Ivid and elmo will focus on one thing mostly, which is to repair and restore their gear.

Elmo might want to go with Gaderon, to get a new armor, new weapons, and, well... Everything he needs to be of real use again.


Ivid, in the meantime, will focus on replenishing his stash of arrows - he'll try to make the arrows as good as possible, and repeatedly pester the other members of the party to fuel them with their magic powers.

Ivid tries to create a few enchanted arrows, or simple, non-magic 2+ arrows, if possible.

As darkness falls, the group retreats up on the high ledge and into the entrance hall of Rahotep's tomb, hoping that prowling undead in the vicinity won't notice them up there. After several hours of uneasy rest, interrupted twice by disquieting noises from that clearly hint at undead or other creatures out in the night, Gaderon finally returns, heavily laden with equipment and food.

OOC: Please let me know who's standing watch, in case something creeps up to pay you a visit during the rest of the night. Assuming that you all live to see another day, don't forget to make your spell choices.

Gaderon gives Elmo his equipment, gives Sol a new heavy shield and everyone a hearty meal of food and wine.

Sol suggests "Thank you, Gaderon!

Perhaps we can divide the night into three watches. Gaderon and I can take a watch, Ivid and Elmo can take a watch and Kherim and Ahi can take a watch. We can let Eilkhan have the night off, since she seems to get a disproportanate amount of the work and risk when we explore to tomb. What do you think? Gaderon and I can take the first watch."

It's ok, if that gives all the spellcasters enough resting time.

"Sounds good to me," she yawns.

You all enjoy the excellent wine from Gaderon's cellar and the good and fresh food. Except for the Heroes' Feast two days ago, it has been quite some time since you last ate anything else besides dried rations or magically created food, which is anything but tasty. Sated, you crawl under your blankets and try to get some sleep.

The second half of the night slowly passes by. Several times, those of you who stand watch can hear the undead outside, growling and moaning. It seems as if they know that you're up here, but are unable to climb the cliff to reach you. After a few hours, morning starts to dawn and the undead beings return to their tombs. A new day is here, and after eating a good breakfast from the scraps that are left over from last night, you are once more ready to move deeper into Rahotep's tomb.

(Just so I can profit from my one-time coming here):

Kherim and Ahi prepare to move into the tomb.

"There is work to be done", Kherim says, "and we should not give evil time to regenerate of the blows we have inflicted it already."

Eilkhan follows suite, passing both men and taking her usual place up front. "We'll need Gaderon's boots at one place."