Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Dire Lemming]

I got 15. Also, lol at Merrick.

[Rhun]

As Merrick settles himself into his bedroll, atop a nice layer of comfortable hay, Aeron and Ciaran sit about deciding on a watch schedule...


Watch schedule?

1st watch -
2nd watch -
3rd watch - Merrick

[Rhun]

Deren and Zirat sit at one beaten oak table against the wall, mostly away from the crush of the crowd. Bowls of greasy, thin stew are brought in short order, along with flagons of weak beer, which Zirat downs easily as he carves his name into the wall of the place.

Originally Posted by Dire Lemming

I got 15.

Shoon is fairly certain that this is the same man that he saw speaking with the beautiful Anemone, just a couple of short weeks ago. Of course, the monk had only really paid attention to the man for a few short minutes, but this certainly looks like him. He certainly remembered that the man played a mandolin, though, much like the one on this man's back.

As Shoon speaks to him, he lowers his songhorn and looks over Shoon with piercing emerald eyes before smiling widely. "Why, yes, I've had some success with women...I highly suggest learning to play an instrument. Woman tend to swoon over music. Of course, having confidence and a great smile surely help!"

[Dire Lemming]

The young monk nods and tries to smile though it looks a bit like a grimace. "I see." He contemplates the man's words for a moment, though obviously it is more for what he will say next than how to follow his advice. "Hm, I do not know how to play a musical instrument, but I was thinking... Perhaps you could tell me some tales of your exploits? I think some examples would help me greatly."

[Rhun]

"Well, another night, another lass," says the bard. "That's my motto. Perhaps if you are willing to buy a few drinks, I could share a few stories."

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon frowns slightly, as he considers this, but quickly nods in agreement. "Oh well. It is certainly worth a few coins." He attempts to get the attention of one of the scantily clad barmaids™ giving her a slight bow as she approaches. "Good evening miss, please, a drink for this bard."

[Dog Moon]

Deren sits down at the table, but frowns as he has to look up really far to see the larger man's face. He grabs the tankard of ale with both hands and downs it. It doesn't take long before he's feeling some of the effects of the alcohol. "Big ale not made for little people," he tells Zirat a little louder than he normally should. Maybe if the enemy thinks we're totally drunk, we'll draw them out, he thinks to himself.

[Dichotomy]

Aeron looks to Ciaran, after Sir Merrick decides to take the final watch. "You need good rest to clear your mind for your spells, yes? I will take the mid watch. You can have the first so that your sleep may be uninterrupted." The Last Prophet removes his armor and prepares to rest. "Make no hesitation in waking me if you think there is even the slightest need," he tells both his companions.

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Originally Posted by Dog Moon

Deren sits down at the table, but frowns as he has to look up really far to see the larger man's face. He grabs the tankard of ale with both hands and downs it. It doesn't take long before he's feeling some of the effects of the alcohol. "Big ale not made for little people," he tells Zirat a little louder than he normally should. Maybe if the enemy thinks we're totally drunk, we'll draw them out, he thinks to himself.

I wonder what our sucidel monk is doing over there
Zirat nods to where Shoon is and taps on the Halfling's shoulder.
Easy little one, you should ask for boy sized mugs, he he he

[Rhun]

-IN THE HOSTEL-

As Zirat and Deren make a show of getting progressively drunker, the time slowly passes as night moves on like a horse drawn cart. As it gets later, the folk that you take to be villagers slowly filter out of the place, and the harder crowd comes in. Men and woman that have the look of soldiers, raiders and bandits. Nobody give Zirat or Deren more than a passing glance though as they go about their own business.

Shoon buys drinks for the bard, who is more than happy to tell the monk about his past exploits. Shoon can tell that the bard is more enamored with himself than any of the women he becomes "involved" with, and he certainly likes to brag about it. Between tales of his exploits with boxum and fair women from across the breadth of the Flanaess,he points out flaws that Shoon should correct. "You really need to invest in handsome wardrobe, my friend," he suggests. "You have no style, no flare. I know a fine tailor in nearby Hommlet that I can introduce you too!" The bard laughs and continues his tales. While the man's stories are certainly entertaining, sometimes humorous, and not altogether believable, few contain any real detail, and after an hour or more in the bard's presence, Shoon is no closer to discovering if this man knows Anemone than he was before.




-IN THE BARN-
As Merrick and Ciaran sleep, Aeron takes the first watch, settling in where he has a fine view of the barn's doors and can hear what is going on in the yard beyond. The night is mostly quiet, and all Aeron hears is the conversation and laughter of the hostel's patrons as they come and go.

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: God damn ENWorld erased another one of my posts when I pressed submit... Seriously... what is this about speed issues? There's no speed problem. It times out instantly and also apparently erases the previous pages from my memory. All that's wrong is that the thing doesn't f-ing work.

Shoon listens to the man drone on and on without giving him even a shred of information aside from the fact that the bard obviously fits the character of the one he was searching for. "Uh... I will take all of that into consideration, but I must ask... Is there perhaps a recent story you could share in detail? I think a detailed account would greatly help me in emulating your um... style and flare. I am also curious, how do you avoid the women's disgruntled lovers? That seems like it would be important..."

[Rhun]

Originally Posted by Dire Lemming

OOC: God damn ENWorld erased another one of my posts when I pressed submit... Seriously... what is this about speed issues? There's no speed problem. It times out instantly and also apparently erases the previous pages from my memory. All that's wrong is that the thing doesn't f-ing work.[/color]

OOC: The issues are all related; the bottom line is that the server that hosts En World is being completely overloaded, and they need a new one to handle the load. I recommend writing your post in notepad or word, and then copying it and pasting it so you don't lose your post.

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Oh... I guess I just have to be patient then. I don't like patience.

[Rhun]

"Ah, disgruntled lovers...is it my fault that my charms are so much grander than their own?" The bard gives a laugh and takes another swig of beer. He smiles and pats the longsword at his waist. "I can take care of myself. With word or blade. Few have the guts to challenge me. And the truth is, if these women should choose me over another, the man should just accept that fact. Life is too short for jealousy." With a shrug the man continues. "There was a darked haired priestess a few weeks ago...a lovely wench, to be sure. And the things we did! Ha. Enough to make a pleasure slave blush!"

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon grimaces at the bard in as convincing an impression of a grin as he can muster. He waits for him to finish his beer, then orders him another, waiting for him to take another swig before asking; "Hm... What happened after that? With the priestess. How did you manage to... rid yourself of her when you were through?" Any paying particularly close attention will notice that Shoon's hand has wrapped tightly around one handle of his nunchaku and is squeezing it as him he intends to crush it.

[Rhun]

The bard (Shoon hasn't asked his name yet, nor has the bard mentioned it) happily accepts another beer from the monk, not seeming to notice Shoon's growing anger. At Shoon's question about ridding himself of the girl, the bard laughs hearily and slaps Shoon on the shoulder. "Easy as shooting fish in a barrel my friend." He lowers his voice to a whisper, and leans closer. "There are lots of folks round these part more than willing to pay a few wheatsheafs for a lively lass..." He winks at Shoon, and sits back up to finish his drink.

[Dire Lemming]

Only Shoon's intense training an discipline keep him from attacking the bard outright. Instead he bows to the man and asks somewhat stiltedly as he tries to contain himself without any obvious signs of his anger. "I see... Thank you for your time. I have learned allot. Might I ask your name sir?" Once he has gotten it, he parts from the bard quickly, returning to the table with his companions. "That is the man I am looking for. I know it. He... he is more despicable than I imagined. It seems he makes a living off of tricking girls and selling them into slavery... We must make him talk, and I cannot keep up that charade any longer. We should take him by force. There is no law here, and he is a criminal, and an evil one at that. I do not need Sir Merrick to tell me that. If Miss Redhand was not completely mistaken, then he has had dealing with the temple as well. Deren, please slip out quietly and bring the others." He keeps the bard in the corner of his eye at all times.

[Dog Moon]

"We can probably take him," Deren says after a quick glance to the Bard, "But if we do, we need to do it when there's no one else around. We don't know who he's befriended here. We don't want to take him on and have his friends jump us, especially if it's only going to be us three."

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Maybe you can convince him to accompany you to the barn ... tell him that your horse is unsettled and maybe he can sing for him to ease on his soul.
The Gladiator grins and taps on his hand muscle
Then, we'll take him by force, a nice hug from the champion will keep the lad in place.

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick sleeps soundly, his soul enjoying the repose of the just.