CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx, happy to be alive, gets his wind back then releases Bauble from the riding basket. The fluffy white cat jumps springs of its owner with glee and skulks off beyond the cottage, its tail swishing to and fro in irritation. "Come back in a bit, love." Jinx calls after the familiar.

Grinning at Aeron and handing the priest a skin of water with a wink, Jinx pipes up, "Cheer up, priest! You saved Merrick's skin and we'll live to see another day and tell another tale. Clearly, the temple's a worse den of evil than we at first figured, but there's pride to be taken that the small lot of us stirred up such a nasty hive of hornets. We'll be as a thorn in their side 'til we work our way to the black heart of that foul shrine and root out the evil at its core." When Aeron's done with the skin of water, Jinx proffers it round to the rest of the group. "I had Shoon's pack but dropped it in the hallway at the door just before setting off. Can't run and keep up with the likes of you lot while I'm packing a grown man's pack. Not on these small feet, anway." Jinx twiddles his thumbs and smiles.

 

[Rhun]

Shoon actually retrieved his own pack.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon pats his backpack. "I have it. I am sorry, it was either the prisoner or my belongings, and the prisoner was heavier. I am glad that we are all alive, however, I think that we should leave immediately. There is no telling at what point they shall catch op to us, though it will be sooner rather than later if they heard Zirat announce our destination. I am not certain how many potions I have left. I had six when we began this expedition and I remember using two to revive Sir Merrick. I will take a look in my bag, but first, let us be gone from here." Shoon starts walking over to the barn to make sure everything is ready to go. He does his best to avoid expressing his exasperation at the party for now, especially after Aeron's apology.


(OOC: I used at least two potions, not sure how many more were used, and I also lost a sai.)

 

[Dichotomy]

Aeron takes a pull from Jinx's waterskin. The cleric's demeanor visibly improves at the gnome's words, though he still clearly feels the weight of what happened.

Aeron turns to Shoon. "I am glad you have your pack. It would have been good to capture a prisoner, but I think you made the right choice. The more I see of these people, how they through their lives down for their masters rather than surrender... Well, I doubt that I have the stomach to do whatever we would need to get a prisoner of that ilk to speak.

"As to the potions... I must apologize again. I also used one on myself. I... I thought that I would need to hold off the enemy, as... as Zirat and Sir Merrick were so gravely wounded." The cleric sounds genuinely remorseful at his action. "It was selfish."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx finishes the last of the water in his skin. The gnome prattles, "Not selfish, no! Out of all of us, you're the only one who has enough divine favor to be able to call upon Pelor for healing. If you go down, the lot of us're left to face certain death. I say you drink first, the rest of us be damned!" Realizing his vigor may be misguided, the gnome abates. "'Course it warn't my draught that was drunk, I guess."

Suddenly caught up in thoughts of his own, Jinx withdraws to the side and falls silent. The gravity of nearly losing his life weighs heavy on the gnome and much of his former exhuberance slides away. "Nearly met our maker, eh, Bauble?" Jinx looks to the empty riding basket and sighs, belatedly remembering that the cat's gone elsewhere, away from master.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon pats Beam's head as he brings him and his wagon to a stop beside the others. "While I would not go quite so far as to damn the rest of us, I do agree with Jinx for the most part. Besides, how do you think I would feel if you were to die when my potions could have saved you. I can buy more potions reletively easily. You however, are not so easily replaced." he turns to Aeron and smiles.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran searches the sky for something, and Galliard takes flight. "Do not worry about taking a stand. You did what you thought best. We all did. We all survived, so there is something to be said about that."

He lowers his eyes to look at everyone. "Yet we all find our strength in different ways, and engaged in tactics that ran counter to each other. We should develop our strategy. Merrick and Zirat, you have shown remarkable resilience at the front lines. Aeron, your healing and support is key to keeping us all active. Jinx, you and I should decide how we control the battlefield. Shoon and Deren, your mobility was enough to both find felled opponents, drag them to safety, and dispatch them. That mobility gets us hands wherever we need them."

Ciaran reaches into his pack and pulls out a piece of paper. He spreads it on the ground, and draws a rough sketch of the dungeon the party just escaped from. He gathers some stones and scatters them in the central room. "Let us speak of the first tactic--the one that may save our life time and again. How should we run away?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"If one of you are comfortable with the transformation, I have the ken to shape your hands and feet into those of a spider's. You'll gain the ability to creep, as does a spider, on walls and ceilings. The higher ground might prove worthy to someone with skill at archery, or to lay an ambush." Jinx falters. "Useful as it is, the spell is not without drawback. You may find yourself transmogrified, unsightly." The gnome waits to hear from any takers. "If the magic be willing, I also have the ken to sap even the most powerful of foes of their strength. To do so, I must call upon the lore of necromancy." Jinx grows uncomfortable and eyes Aeron and Shoon. "Perhaps not the most...civilized...of the various schools of magic. Cowardly, even, given that I can do so from a distance. Still, when you're a quarter the size of the sort of brute we saw today, fighting from the second rank has its merits." The gnome titters nervously and twiddles his thumbs. "Other than that, I am somewhat adept at the magical arts of disguise lulling one's foe into a false--and temporary--state of friendship. I can also make objects or areas slick with grease...again, spellcraft...and, last but not least, I have the ability to impart blindness, a stunned state, or outright unconsciousness in the weaker species of foes we've encountered. Aside from the basic defensive and aura-reading spells known by nearly every wizard in the realm, the most powerful form of magic I know entails--as Zirat and Shoon witnessed today--the art of wielding a ray of fire. Quite destructive, that last. Only use it in an emergency."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx eyes Ciaran's impromtu battlemap and purses his lips with chagrin. "The finer points of strategy are, no doubt, better left to those with more familiarity of the subject. I shall defer to your wisdom." Jinx looks to Derren, Zirat, and Merrick. "Were it me, though, I'd be inclined to be of the belief that a repeat of the path of our retreat today will be expected by the temple. I'd therefore look for a room to hide in, quiet as a mouse on the night of a full moon, until the trouble brewed over. Likely the temple inhabitants would least expect that." Jinx shoots a look around the group, counting. "Probably too many of us for that plan to meet with much success. Larger groups tend to be loudest."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon is not certain whether to take Ciaran's comments about him as a complement or an insult. He is even more confused when the two magic users start huddling around a map on the ground and duscussing strategy. "Er, not that I disagree with you that we should form some tactics to help us cooperate, but perhaps we should not do so in a safer place. One in which our enemies are not so likely to burst through the trees at any moment." He jumps up onto the seat of his wagon looking at the others questioningly.