Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tales of Mislead Orogs
The map, given to them by most a generous and friendly blue pseudodragon named Cephus, if followed would lead the three directly under the Efreeti Bottle, a tavern stylized after the feast halls and palaces of Calimport. It was a jewel waiting to be taken if the orogs had anything to say on the matter.
Inside the orogs were overcome with the fragrance and posh-ness of the Efreeti Bottle; sheer panels of fine fabrics hung over plush carpets as music wafted unseen and unbidden on the hulking trio. Panic suddenly gripped them and they began to frantically search for gold, for food, for anything of value before whatever it was making them anxious arrived and discovered their unwelcome presence. The music began to get louder.
The first orog found a longsword in his searcing, a sword like no other. Jeweled with four red gemstones, the hilt had a flame design that was worked into the red wrappings. The blade was exquisite; reflected images in the blade appeared to be ablaze.
The second orog uncovered a jeweled scepter. The shaft was heavier than it looked with jewels down its length; it was a mighty rod for a lord. The orog shivered, it had suddenly gotten very cold.
The third orog discovered a cap like Robin of Hood’s hat except that where it lacked a long feather there was instead a large four-leaf green clover. Closer inspection revealed other smaller tokens worked into the hat, but now he just wanted to get hell out of there.