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Bad Krune! You killed the old man with your stench!
Post story notes by DM:
The brave group exited the foul miasma in the sewers to find the mist still clinging to the town of Fair Haven. At the local temple of Pelor, they found a lone cleric named Santos the Wise who had been ordered by the mayor to memorize as many spells to return life and limb as he could. In addition to healing, he was able to memorize one casting of true resurrection.
Snu-Snu’s mangled body was returned to her full glory, without loss of constitution or level.
In two days time the azure mists subsided, and the sun came out on Fair Haven. People came out of their homes to enjoy the clear air and revel in their renewed good fortune. Those who had sent their families out of town sent word for their return, and the cleanup began. After a week of healing and being waited on, the heroes were treated to a feast unlike any they had ever seen.
There was roasted suckling pig stuffed with apples, braised and marinated quail, and tender medallions of mutton in plum sauce. The local bakery turned out cakes, pastries, and muffins. Bottles of aged and delicate wines were pulled out of cellars, and the local inn donated kegs of strong spring beer.
There was much drinking and merry making, and all joined in the dancing and music. Gifts of jewels, exotic cloth, and magical potions were offered to the heroes. The town was once again happy, and the future looked bright again.
As the heroes were counting their fortune over dinner and considering what to do next, a filthy and injured old man stumbled into the main room at the Get Drunk Inn Here, and collapsed in a heap at their feet. As he died in Krune’s fetid embrace, he gasped out the words, “It’s awake! It’s awake! The….t t t …..TARASQUE is awake!”