Greenhat pushed open the large oaken doors to the temple. The chants and prayers of monks and worshipers echo and reverberate across the great hall. Crumm followed behind the old gnome while carrying both the deceased remains of Sammy and Elvira over his large ogreish shoulders. Gnarshm similarly carried Twiggy’s remains and Iscreem who was much smaller in frame than the ogre and gnoll before him, struggled to carry the remains of the equally minute hobbit Ruby.
The loud grunts and heavy breathing of the encumbered adventurers alerted the temple’s resident priest of the party’s presence. Acolytes quickly wheeled in a pair of carts to gather and bring the corpses to the holy operating tables as the high priest approached Greenhat with a simple grin.
“Well hello again Mr. Green. You certainly are keeping us busy with requests for our bodily revival services.” the high priest said as the acolytes wheeled the fallen adventurers away. “I must say, you certainly have a knack for getting folks into… shall we say….dire circumstances? Luckily the remains are not too far beyond damaged. They can be repaired but it will cost you.”
“Yes, yes. We will pay as usual. Please do take good care of my friends. How much will I owe?” Greenhat replied.
“Well, lets see…..for complete revival and rejuvenation of how many bodies again? Four? At 1000 a head, that will put you back 4000 gold.” the priest stated.
The old gnome pulled a long worn pouch from his belt and counted out the necessary funds and handed the coins to the priest who in turn placed the coins into the temple’s donation box for later use.
“Raising the dead is a meticulous effort, but also a most holy and divine intervention. You would be wise to learn the art. For an additional fee, you could observe and train as an apprentice here in the temple.” the high priest offered.
Greenhat thought about the offer, turned to catch a glimpse of Iscreem who had sneakily pilfered the priest’s stash of holy wine and was drinking from the bottle greedily. Crumm’s large physique conveniently blocked the view of any potential acolyte onlookers as the kobold and gnoll passed the the bottle back and forth, proceeded to polish off the wine in record time. “Yes. I accept your offer. Let’s begin the resurrections, but first I must consult my colleagues.” the old gnome said to the priest.
After leaving earshot of the priest, Greenhat approached Crumm and the now slightly drunken kobold and gnoll. “I have decided to learn the art of reviving the dead from the high priest here at the temple. Based on previous experience, we seem to need the skill of resurrection. I will be busy learning the art for the next week or two while our comrades are brought back to life. Here is the remainder of our gold. Take Gnarshm to Bolzaim’s Marketplace. Sammy’s armor is in tatters. Buy some plate mail at the market and do make sure that Iscreem stays out of trouble won’t you?” Greenhat told the ogre.
“Of course. Your wish is my command my green fellow.” the ogre stated solemnly.
The trio of ogre, gnoll and kobold reached Bolzaim’s Marketplace. The store was bustling with business. Wannabe warriors and knights of valor alike tried on sets of armor and swung about flashy and glistening swords while the muscular and sturdy Bolzaim eagerly collected gold from purchases of the various customers wandering about the store, seemingly mesmerized by the vast enormity of Bolzaim’s wares.
Crumm and Gnarshm searched through the awesome inventory of armor displayed throughout the store. Gnarshm thought for a moment and then announced he had found the perfect plate armor for Sammy and at just the right price too, when Iscreem let out a gasp of envy.
“Holy mother of god! WHAT IS THAT?!” Iscreem shouted pointing to a large gemstone that seemed to contain moving particles that rapidly circled the circumference of the enclosed jewel, catching the attention of the shopkeep.
A gruff looking blond bearded shopkeep walked up to the kobold who just stood with his mouth slightly dropped in awe of the beautiful gemstone.
“That my friend is what we call a Gem of Meteors. If used in battle, a swarm of meteors will swoop down upon thy enemies and leave utter destruction behind!” the shopkeep announced grandly. It costs only a mere 100000 gold pieces and is a must for the tried and true “Real Adventurer”. Here at Bolzaim’s Marketplace we pride ourselves with featured premium payment plans and reverse home mortgages fit for your very specific adventuring needs. No legitimate adventurer is without a Gem of Meteor. We have payment plans to suit every need. Even those with bad credit can select a plan of payment to suit their needs. All we ask is for you to fill in this written questionnaire with the names and addresses of your nearest relatives and firstborn children. There’s no deal that we can’t make. When you think adventuring…..think BOLZAIM!” the shopkeep boomed.
Iscreem drooled profusely, but before the kobold could say any more, Gnarshm interrupted and told the shopkeep bluntly….”NO. We don’t want the gem of meteors. We need to buy some plate armor and I want to purchase this set right here.” Gnarshm responded pointing to the set of armor he had selected.
Iscreem was disappointed with Gnarshm’s interference and faded into the background while Gnarshm and Crumm purchased the plate mail for Sammy. Gold coins were exchanged between the gnoll and the shopkeep and Gnarshm walked out with a brand new set of plate armor. After the trio left the shop, Iscreem pulled out the magnificent gemstone from under his tunic to view the incredible item. Crumm spotted the gem in Iscreem’s hand.
“NO!! You should not have done that!” Crumm yelled.
Iscreem ignored the ogre’s shouts, staring intently at his newly stolen item in amazement.
Gnarshm stood in astonishment but was not upset as Crumm was. “What a beautiful stone. If it really does what that scummy scammer of a salesperson said it does, maybe we can use it against the Time Lords.” the gnoll said optimistically.