CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Dog Moon]

"Just don't provoke them," Deren says, probably surprising the others as he hasn't been in a talkative mood recently. His reenactment of evil has shaken him more than he ever realized. "Only the Chaotic ones really need to be worried about because they're apt to act on only impulse, but the rest are generally more wary and will not act openly.

"Of course those are probably the most dangerous sort," he continues as he glances around the inn, "And they're everywhere you're not looking."

Deren takes a bite of the food, grimacing slightly. He avoids the ale completely, unwilling to let his tastebuds suffer from that horrid ale.

 

[Rhun]

"If I hear of anything, you'll be the first to know," says the elf, smiling at Shoon.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon takes several deep breaths and manages to calm himself down. "...Thank you... thank you again. Alone, you have helped more than all of my searching." He glances around the tavern then lowers his voice considerably. "Erm, and of course I shall not let on that I was aided by you as I continue my search... If you are in need of aid in the future, please ask me... Um..." Shoon looks embarrassed. "I still do not know your name."

 

[Rhun]

The elf woman raises an eyebrow at Shoon, and smiles as he fumbles for words. "They call me Redhand. If I can think of any way for you to aid me, I shall let you know."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon bows graciously to Redhand and then returns to where the others are seated with their meals, looking excited, but also a bit worried. Once he gets back to the table he looks around the bar again, wondering if any of the people responsible for kidnapping the bard were in this very room. He also takes interest in whether or not any of the other patrons have taken an interest in her after their conversation.

 

[Rhun]

The crowd in the common room grows rowdier as the night marches on; fights are a common form of entertainment in this place, it seems, as our other forms of dangerous games such as mumbly peg and axe throwing.

Shoon notes that after perhaps an hour the two wolf nomads leave Redhand's company, but the elven woman is soon joined by a group of three men dressed in dark brigandine. The men have the rough look of bandits to them.

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick leans towards Shoon and asks "So did you find out what Redhand there is hiring for?"

 

[Voadam]

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.

"Yes. But we have more important enemies who need killing. Best to stay focused."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon glances at Sir Merrick in surprise. "I... What? She did not mention anything of the sort. I asked her about the bard I've been searching for. He was taken captive by some locals, apparently to be used as a sacrifice. She was the first one to give me useful information, and though I wish to look into this more, I think I know already who has him. I suppose you know of what I speak..." At that moment Shoon notices the bandit looking men approaching Redhand. He frowns and falls silent watching them carefully for any sign of trouble, or any sign from Redhand that she is in trouble.

 

[Voadam]

"She's hiring blades. She was the last time we were here as well. I would like to know what for, but we have our own business to attend to for the moment." The knight drinks his thin ale then continues with the poor meal.