Brewfest in Greyhawk City is about as raucous as you can imagine. There were alcohols of all sorts from every part of the Flanaess. Tulla and Qui seemed particularly excited about getting to sample as many as they could, getting rather spectacularly drunk on more than one day. Idrys, in accordance to his elvish traditions, spent the time pondering more somber themes and kept to himself for the most part.
I admit, I sampled some of the Brewfest fare myself, but decided against indulging too much. Jack and I finally sat down and had a conversation about our wedding. Before we left the Frost Barbarian lands, Marsys suggested that we might want to consider having the ceremony before I leave for the Isles of Woe — since no one has ever returned from that place. Or at least, no one has returned whole. Jack very quickly agreed and seemed more than content to take charge of the planning. Faern has volunteered to assist since he says our traditions seem a bit similar to the ones of the dwarves. I get the impression that dwarves take their weddings very seriously indeed. Which makes sense, I suppose, since they only marry once. I also suggested they speak to you since I know how much you adore planning weddings.
I promise I’ll come home and talk things over with the rest of the family as well. I imagine the wedding will be small, quiet affair. I can’t imagine that many people of importance would be all that interested in attending the wedding of a nobleman from a disgraced house to a commoner. The feast should be fun, however, and it will be wonderful to throw a celebration for our people.
During the Brewfest holiday, we also spent some time discussing how we would handle the tomb of Acerak. Thaddeus appeared part way through and evidently has decided to help us by coming along. While none of us trust him, he seems to have more knowledge of the place than anyone else. He has a map from the destroyed timeline he came from which will likely prove helpful. At least we aren’t going in completely blind. In the end, we decided that I, Faern, Kylie, Marsys, Qui, Tulla, and Hanna would go while the others remained as backup. I can’t say that I’m looking forward to fighting this… demilich, but we’ve faced some truly terrible foes already and lived to tell about it.
Thaddeus did have some interesting information about Acerak. Since he is a cambion, we had been speculating about his fiend parent. It seems he is Levistus’s son. No one seems to know much about his mother, though the prevailing story is that she was a simple maid who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Knowing that Levistus was involved, however, made us question that his conception would be at all a random thing. We’ll have to do some digging and see if we can find out more.
The last thing of note… One day while we were eating lunch at a tavern, there was a commotion outside. Idrys got up to check. He had a strangely amused look on his face when he called Qui over, and she immediately bolted from the scene, obviously terrified. The rest of us quickly came over to see what was going on. It seems Lord Mayor Zagyg has a pair of… wayward fighting trousers which had encountered the worm in a tophat… in a bar. The two quarreled over a game of darts and became engaged in a brawl. It was… strange to say the least. The pants had smashed a bottle and was hopping on one leg while attempting to stab at the worm. For its part, the worm was telekinetically wielding a walking stick. In the end, the trousers killed the worm before Jeremy and Frederick subdued them with some kind of sedative made of starch. It turns out they had been assigned to track down the pants for the Lord Mayor.
Greyhawk City is a very strange place.