CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Dog Moon]

Deren refuses to eat any foods that the others haven't yet eaten. He figures that even if the others were poisoned, he would at least be alive to run away help out. Once the others have eaten and seem fine, he eats heartily.

His sleep is fitful and he almost seems half-awake at all times, but he manages enough rest to feel fine enough in the evening.

As the sun drops and he waits for his friends, he heads downstairs and attempts to find a cozy place where he can see anyone who enters the taproom. Time to spot any potential enemies, he thinks as his eyes scan the room and he sips his watered-down ale.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx sleeps a fitful sleep full of flitting, inconstant dreams. In the afternoon hours as the Hommlet sun hangs low in the sky, the gnome dreams of a gnarled oak, green and well-limbed with age, standing tall on the hills of his native and bucolic homeland. Dressed in his familiar and travel-worn brown homespun wizard's robes, Jinx gently sets Bauble down and nudges the cat away with the toe of his sandal. Time to be off, my pretty. Mice to catch, birds to chase, dogs to tormet, haven't you? The fluffy white cat langourously swishes its tail once then saunters away from its master. Turning to the gnarled oak, Jinx steps to the tree and thumbs its rough outer bark. From the clear untroubled sky ahead, a flash of lightening preceeds the rumble of thunder, but too late. The lightening arcs through the sky and, striking the oak, runs down the tree, frying Jinx.

Every nerve on fire, Jinx wakes in a sweat. The walls of the Wench constrain and press inward. Jinx breaths hard then, mopping his damp brow, quickly climbs from bed, leaving a mess of the covers behind. "Where's the Prophet?! Where's Aeron?! To the Prophet, yes, he'll understand, yes he will!" His spellbook and his pouch of gold coins in hand, Jinx hares off downstairs to look for Aeron.

"Priest! Priest! Aeron! I've a vis--" Jinx tromps down the Wench's stairs, shouting for Aeron. Spying Shoon apologizing to the chamber maid and Deren slouching in the corner, Jinx hustles over to Deren. "Has Aeron come downstairs yet this morning--this afternoon, I mean?"

 

[Voadam]

Once the Prophet is ready Sir Merrick escorts him down and out to the Temple of St. Cuthbert.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Let me join lads.
Kord's champion say as he goes downstairs

 

[Dichotomy]

[sblock=OOC]Given CanadienneBacon's post in the OOC thread, I'm presuming that it would be helpful for Aeron to not miss Jinx downstairs. So I'm assuming that Sir Merrick and Aeron hadn't left yet.[/sblock]
As Aeron heads downstairs, after the laborious process of donning his armor, he hears Jinx's inquiry of Shoon.

"Friend," he calls to the gnome, "you seem in a fret. Are you injured? Did something ill befall you?" The cleric's voice is a combination of collected calm and genuine concern for his comrade.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx rushes across the room to greet Aeron. "Prophet, I've had a vision, a dream. I'm leaving for the Free City, that I might press myself into service at one of the temples. I've just sold me pony--curse the luck!--so I'll be hoofing it on foot all the way back to Greyhawk, but before I leave I thought to give you my thanks. Your proselytizing was works its way into my heart and I see now that my future days, should I be blessed to have any left to me, will be better spent in the service of Good than in Magic."

Jinx bows to Aeron. "Bimpnottin Boddywink of Keoland, at your service and at the service of Pelor, Aeron, the Last Prophet of Caria. I'll be needing my gear for the long road ahead, but I'll pay for your room and board, and the room and board of our fine friends for a second night here at the Welcome Wench." Jinx bows a second time, then straightens. Much of the gnome's former fear that was so often writ plain on his face is gone, replaced by quietude and a soft shining sort of peace. "Thank you for your many kind words, priest. Truly, you have changed my heart."

After shaking Aeron's hand and bowing to Merrick, Zirat, Deren, and Shoon, Jinx plunks 4 gold coins down on Ostler's bar. "For their room and board a second night, Goodman Gundigoot. Fair weather and better beer!" With that, the gnome treks upstairs to fetch his gear, then leaves, a contented smile upon his face, and hope in his eyes.

[sblock=Ciaran]Jinx will leave the scroll of mage armor that Ciaran gave to Jinx when I re-joined the game last year in October on Ciaran's pillow. I never used it, so you might as well have it back![/sblock]

Mystic theurge for some future game many leagues down the road, here I come. Happy trails, you guys.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

He is a nice little fellow ... I really cared about him ...
Zirat says sadly as he waves Jinx goodbye

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon glances away from the chambermaid for just a moment to glance over at Jinx and wonder what he is on about now.

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren stares after his fellow Small companion with bewilderment. He replays the last few moments in his head and realizes that he did absolutely nothing but stare at the little Gnome as if something had caught his eye and wouldn't let it go.

"Wait, what?" he asks, already too late as Jinx has already left the building.

 

[Rhun]

Despite Jinx' strange behavior, his apparent newfound interest in religions, and his sudden departure, you all feel oddly at peace with yourselves after your rest. As you gather in the taproom of the Wench, you all realize that through your latest struggles and experiences, you have improved yourselves and will be better able to face any future threats and challenges.


Check the OOC and/or RG threads. Welcome to level 4 guys!