CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Dichotomy]

Aeron sits near Sir Merrick and also waits for food. The knight's thoughts, emotions, and any physical cues of such are completely missed by the cleric. Aeron's thoughts are focused on the path ahead, and, unless someone specifically attempts to get his attention, the cleric's focus remains inward throughout the meal.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

The big lad eyes the elven woman and tries to detect an aura evil from her

*Detect evil at will.

 

[Rhun]

"I wanted to ask you if you know anything of a traveling bard with long blond hair. He would be traveling with a woman with long brown hair... and sort of... brownish orangish eyes... And oh yes, he might call her Anemone."

The woman shrugs at Shoon's question. "A great many travllers come through these parts. Perhaps I've seen someone matching that description...for the right price."

 

[Rhun]

The big lad eyes the elven woman and tries to detect an aura evil from her

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The elven woman definitely radiates and evil aura, though it is fairly faint. Indeed, there are many evil aura coming from people in the common room, but all are faint.
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[Voadam]

For the moment Shoon has not provoked her into a murderous rage. Well enough thinks the knight. Redhand's affiliations and current allegiances were unknown. Those in the actual temple were declared and would be the focus of his wrath soon enough.

 

[Rhun]

Meals are quickly served to those who are waiting; a thick, greasy stew made from bits of meat and roots and tubers, with some stale bread that only seems edible after moistening it with the stew. As with your first visit, the ale is weak, and the wine tastes of vinegar.

 

[Dire Lemming]

"Of cours." Shoon nods to the woman, and produces a gold coin, not yet handing it to her, but making sure she sees it. "I believe this should be enough for now, considering that I do not know whether or not you actually have any information. Unlike some here, you can trust my word."

 

[Rhun]

The elven woman glances about worriedly (as if afraid of being overheard), and then motions for Shoon to lean in close. Whispering, she tells the monk what she knows.

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"Yes, I recognize the man you describe. He was quite charming, that one. The woman he was with was quite lovely, if I remember correctly. I didn't get their names, but I am certainly that a couple matching that decription passed this way just a couple of weeks ago." The woman brings a finger to her lips and thinks for a moment. Frowning slightly, she continues. "I seem to recall that they got into some trouble with the locals. Some shady sorts nabbed them as they were about to leave town. I seem to recall them saying something about sacrificing the man and holding the woman ransom."
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[Dire Lemming]

Shoon leans in closer to the woman, though he finds himself blushing slightly as he does so. He suddenly recoils in surprise, a distraught look upon his face. "You, have my most profound gratitude miss... Oh I... I do not know your name... I... yes, here. Er..." He hands her the gold piece. "If there is anything else you know of this, there I can pay you some more. I must find her immediately." Shoon seems to have temporarily lost his air of professoinallism and is obviously getting a bit emotional.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

I don't like this place.
The gladiator whispers to his table companies
The ale is half watered and the people are scum and wicked hearted.