CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Rhun]

Day 9, morning - Village of Hommlet

With the decision to push on through the night made, the group resolves themselves to a forced march with little rest to reach the safety of Hommlet. Due to the slow speed of wagon travel, and the extra care that must be taken travelling in the dark, it is well after sun-up the next day as the idyllic village come into view.


Until you get some rest, I'm ruling that you are all suffering from the fatigued condition.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

When The Welcome Wench Inn and Tavern pops into view, Jinx burns through the last of his reserve of energy to reach the inn. Picking up his laggard's pace just enough to bustle through the inn and drop his pack on the floor by the bar, the gnome plops down in a chair at a table and wipes his brow. Looking around for Ostler, Jinx calls for a bite to eat, and a room.

 

[Dichotomy]

Seeing Jinx practically sprint to the inn, Aeron tries to calm his desire for a stiff drink. The cleric instead turns toward the others. "Would it be best to see if the local lords are willing to provide more aid? Unfortunately, Jebediah had more contact with them then we did. I could also try speaking to the kindly priest at the church. Perhaps he would be willing to render aid."
[sblock=OOC]I do not at all remember the name of the cleric whom Aeron had contact before.[/sblock]

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick presses on through the march ever vigilant throughout the night. The miles and wounds do not seem to slow him or drag at his limbs and his glaive seems as ready for battle as when the party started out.

"Prophet, if the church can provide a large resource of healing for the cause of good that would serve us well. We have gems to offer as donations in return and need not show up with empty hands and plaintive entreaties alone. I will go with you."

 

[Rhun]

Ostler Gundigoot greets Jinx warmly, and quickly serves the gnome up with breakfast; eggs, diced potatoes and sizzling sausages, along with freshly baked dark bread. Several rooms are ready as well, the guests having already checked out this morning.

 

[Voadam]

"We will head over after breaking our fast Prophet." Sir Merrick will eat with gusto before joining the priest in heading over to the Cuthbert church.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon joins the others for breakfast, though he is feeling slightly sick, perhaps from lack of sleep.

 

[Rhun]

Breakfast is quickly served, and you all enjoy a fine meal in the taproom of the Welcome Wench. Few other folks are about at this time of the morning, and besides Ostler and one of the serving girls, you have the place to yourself.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx inhales his breakfast. Bauble is offered and accepts a bit of egg but declines the potato, sausage, and bread from his master's plate. The cat eats from Jinx's own plate, then in a rare show of friendship remains perched upon Jinx's lap and rubs its thick white tail round the gnome's neck. Purring with contentment, Bauble circles twice on Jinx's lap then coils in for a nap. Pleased by the familiar's show of affection, Jinx remains seated at the table longer than he'd anticipated and strokes Bauble to sleep.

When Ostler appears to have a moment of quiet between tending and cleaning his bar, Jinx awkwardly balances the sleeping Bauble on his lap in order to retrieve some coins from a pouch stowed inside his pack. Plunking the coins down on the table, Jinx motions for Ostler's attention. "For my share of a room, and for the others as well. If more is needed, let me know." Jinx gestures to Shoon, Aeron, Ciaran, Merrick, Derren, and Zirat.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon takes another sip of his ale and mumbles something incoherant about fish and an "accursed bard" as he starts to dose off at the table. He suddenly snaps his head up in a painful motion, looking around at the others. Speaking in with a slight accent that wasn't noticeable before he says, "I um... Sorry. I... oh... eggs." He takes another bite of his food and slowly chews... and chews... until he almost falls forward onto his plate. Whipping his head up again, he swallows and looks around. "Uh, I believe the warmth this meal has is I mean... it's only making me need sleep more. I am sorry master Fitch-" he pauses and takes another look around, wondering what he was just about to say. "Er... master Olst- ... Gundigoot... Your food are- is delicious, but am I a bite too weary to truly enjoy it."

He pauses to stare thoughtfully at a sausage before attempting to consume it. "Mm..." It burns the roof of his mouth and he makes a sucking sound as he tries to cool it down before finally taking gulp of ale. "Uh... *whew* urp. Please excuse me. I must sleep. How much again is it to rent a room?"