Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Rhun]

The tall, lanky, one-eyed innkeeper looks Shoon up and down, and without saying a word pours him a tall glass of dark whiskey, and sets it in front of the monk. "That'll be two coppers."

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon looks around, shrugs, and drops two coppers on the table. Pulling the ale to him but not drinking it, he leans into the bar and speaks in a low voice. "This is about that bard. I spoke with him after buying him a few drinks. I think he is a danger to your... lovely serving maids. You see, he explained to me in detail his little side profession of tricking young women into coming with him under romantic pretenses and then selling them into slavery. Now, I and my friends would be glad to remove him, by force if necessary. He may have information we need you see. I just wish to let you know of this so that we could come to an arrangement and avoid causing any damage to your establishment."

[Rhun]

"I want no trouble here," says the barkeep. "So don't be startin' none. Things could get rough." He gestures to the tough crowd that fills the place. "Anything you do, you do quietly."

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon nods. "Of course... um, would you allow one of your staff to assist us in luring him out?"

[Rhun]

The barkeep shakes his head. "Keep my girls out of it. That bard has friends, and I don't want you bring their wrath down on my establishment here."

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon frowns. "I see, well can you tell me about these friends? Who I should look out for?"

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick strides into the tavern. Once inside he scans around the room, looking for his companions, the bard Shoon described, and the crowd in general. His expression is not open, friendly, or pleasant. Hard might be a better descriptor.

[Rhun]

The barkeep waves his hand at the crowd. "Who can tell in this lot. Some are river pirates, some brigands, some are common cutpurses." He lowers his voice as he continues. "And some serve the Temple. You do not want to gather the wrong sorts of attention..."

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Originally Posted by Voadam

Sir Merrick strides into the tavern. Once inside he scans around the room, looking for his companions, the bard Shoon described, and the crowd in general. His expression is not open, friendly, or pleasant. Hard might be a better descriptor.

Merrick, over here lad.
The gladiator waves and grins to the knight.

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick crosses the room to join Zirat. Upon spying the halfling slumped groggily under the table he bends down and with one hand plucks Deren up off the floor. "The bench is up here." He says as he deposits the knife thrower upright. Sir Merrick eyes the numerous empty tankards and pitchers around the two's end of the table but makes no comment.

Instead his gaze goes back out over the crowd. "Which one is the bounty hunter's bard? And what is Shoon trying now?"

[Dire Lemming]

"Hm... Are you certain you would not allow any of you maids to assist us? She would be paid in gold of course, and I will be absolutely certain that no harm comes to her during the trap. She need not even know what she is doing and can appear as much a victim as he if we make ourselves look as though we are merely taking advantage of the opportunity she unknowing presented to us. I am sorry to press the matter, but surely you agree that it would be in your best interests to be rid of this despicable man? Think of those who might be saved. He has sold many young women, and will again. You can help us stop him."

[Dog Moon]

"Whooh, I'm flying," Deren says with a laugh as he is set back down upon the table. He chuckles, not quite giddy. With an oddly focused eye, he turns to look at the Cleric. "Aren't you supposed to be tricking him?" Deren asks in low tones while glancing ever so briefly at the Bard.

[Rhun]

"I'm sorry," says the barkeep. "It isn't worth getting involved with. Someone finds out I helped you, and then I have to worry about them burning down the hostel, and drowning me. Or something worse. You don't know who you are messing with." With that final warning, the barkeep turns away from Shoon to help the other customers at the bar.

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon takes his ale and returns to the table around which his allies now sit. "Sir Merick, good. Well I had hoped to gain the innkeeper's assistance, but all he was willing to give was further confirmation that this man has dangerous connections, including some in the temple. He fears them though, not just for his own safety, but those of his staff. He would not offer any more assistance, and requested that we not cause any trouble within his establishment, lest he be linked to resisting the temple." Shoon sets his full tankard down in front of Deren since he seems to be enjoying them so much. "So we will have to find a way to lure him outside with some sort of bluff about calming my horse. While I agree, I do not think I could trick him myself. Deception is not my strong suit."

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

We can always find a drunken wench outside this hostel and show her some shiny ones. That will do it I think. Let me try ... but watch my back.
With that, the charismatic muscular follower of Kord goes outside to lure a local hooker to help him

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon scrambles after Zirat, "Ho, wait up." catching up to him outside, he glances around for any other people, then turns to his companion. "Look, you cannot just hire any... erm, lady of the night, off the street... er." The monk glances down at what passes for a street in this place that passes for a town. "Look, I know a thing about this man. He will not go for just any woman, I am sure. We must find one he would consider worth abducting... She must be either important, or... attractive." Having said this, he looks around again for any such person in the immediate vicinity, or any person at all for that matter.

[Voadam]

As Deren's eyes flick towards the bard Sir Merrick takes a long hard look at the man. "I'm going to get him to talk privately. Either he'll come out with me to the barn where the Prophet awaits with his mace, or we'll go to his room. Either way I want you, Zirat, and the bounty hunter to follow." Sir Merrick's fist clenches. "We might need to lower his unconscious body out the window if its the room. Or it might go bad before we leave the bar. Have the others be ready."

With that Sir Merrick gets up and strides over to talk to the bard.

[Rhun]

The bard continues to play a song on his mandolin as Merrick approaches. The handsome man eyes the knight warily. Upon completing the song, he sits his instrument down and asks what he can do for you...


As noted OOC, I'm going to be without PC access for a few days. I'll post again Monday, so please have your plan ready.

[Dire Lemming]

What about the Paladin and the Monk's epic quest to find a pretty hooker?

[Voadam]

Originally Posted by Rhun

The bard continues to play a song on his mandolin as Merrick approaches. The handsome man eyes the knight warily. Upon completing the song, he sits his instrument down and asks what he can do for you...


As noted OOC, I'm going to be without PC access for a few days. I'll post again Monday, so please have your plan ready.

Sir Merrick gives the bard a hard appraising look then says "I hear you do business I have an interest in. Walk with me and we will discuss it." Sir Merrick glances at the other patrons. "In private." His manner and bearing brook no objections. He does not have the likeness of a man you can cross without cost.

ooc maxed out intimidate skill to get him to come.