CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Rhun]

Goodman Gundigoot makes sure his patrons are warm and well-fed this morning, stopping to share a few words with each one as he goes about his rounds.

He stops for a few minutes to share pleasantries with the newcomer. "Ah, Master Shoon, so good to see you well rested! I was afraid the thunder might disturb your sleep. Please, let me know if there is anything I can do for you."

The smiling proprieter of the Inn of the Welcome Wench then approaches the companions' table. "You all look most distraught this morning. Is there something wrong with the food?" The man laughs, hoping to cheer you all some. "And where is Lord Krane? Still sleeping, no doubt. I don't know about these young aristocrat types...spend far too much time resting, if you ask me. Need to be up early to make an honest living, or so my father always said!"

Looking at Ciaran as the wizard tracks water into the common room, Ostler shakes his head in disapproval. "You're like to catch your death of cold with behavior like that, young man!"

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon smiles graciously at the innkeeper, "No no, not at all. Ah, have you perhaps heard any news of any unsavory scofflaws in the in the area? I am in search of one in particular. He is a traveling merchant of deceit, who casts spells, carries a lute and laughs overmuch. Perhaps in my search for him I can help with some of your local problems."

 

[Rhun]

Shoon smiles graciously at the innkeeper, "No no, not at all. Ah, have you perhaps heard any news of any unsavory scofflaws in the in the area? I am in search of one in particular. He is a traveling merchant of deceit, who casts spells, carries a lute and laughs overmuch. Perhaps in my search for him I can help with some of your local problems."

Osler gives a good laugh at Shoon's questions. "Too many unsavory scofflaws as of late, I'm afraid. But not so many as there was just a week ago," he adds with wink, and a gesture to a group of adventurers enjoying their breakfast nearby. "I'd ask those fellows if I were you. They've had a few run-ins with local bandits, and have slain more than a few. Perhaps they've seen this lute carrying laughing scofflaw."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon nods in thanks to the innkeeper and with his meal almost finished it is only a moment before before he stands and makes his way over to the indicated group, he stands quietly, waiting for them to finish any conversation they were having and notice him.

 

[Rhun]

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Jinx slowly opens his eyes, to find a blinding light shining into them. His entire body feels as though it is on fire, and the slightest movement sends stinging pain shooting up his spine. "Do not move," says a gentle, calm voice. "Your body has suffered greatly, but you have been returned to the mortal world. Apparently, your time is not yet up." Jinx tries to look at the voice, but the pain of the movement sends him spiraling back down into blissful darkness.

Jinx again opens his eyes, and this time the light is not blinding, nor is the pain so great. Looking about, the gnome notices that he lies on a hard wooden pallet, made marginally comfortable by a thin mattress and several warm wool blankets. Ht finds himself in a small, ten foot square chamber, lit by a hooded lantern burning on a small table nearby. A simple chair, bucket and a few pegs along the wall round out the sparse furnishings. Jinx' clothing and other belongings are folded and stacked neatly by the chamber door. A fluffy white cat looks up from where it lays on the pile of clothing and issues a familiar hiss at the gnome. The sound of thunder and rain can be heard through the narrow slit window that pierces the wall opposite from the door.

The sound of the door opening draws the gnome’s attention. A man enters the room, and Jinx recognizes his simple brown robe and crumpled hat of the Chapeaux, one of the orders of the priesthood of St. Cuthbert. The man stops and smiles as he notices you are awake. ”Ah, so good to see you awake. Your body has been healed, but we feared for your mind. Your wounds were great. Indeed, your companions thought you dead when they left you with us. Fortunately for you, Canon Terjon realized your soul had yet to depart your body, and he managed to heal you.”


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[Dichotomy]

Goodman Gundigoot's banter has at least some of its desired effect on Aeron. "At the risk of dashing your humility, I'll say that you know full well that there is nothing wrong with the food you provide. Thank you, sir. I always find myself a bit out of touch when the sunlight doesn't glow quite as bright."

The cleric of Pelor finishes his meal and stands to leave. "Are there any further preparations we must make for the day?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx rubs at a sharp goose egg of a bruise and knot on the side of his head. Wincing in pain and jerking his hand away with a yelp, the gnome angrily frowns at his white cat familiar. "Bauble, you nasty beast! It's your fault, 'tis. I've a mind to wring your scrawny white neck, you naughty horrible cat!" Bauble, contented that his master has regained some measure of his former composure, merely narrows his green eyes to almond slits and rests a furry white chin on imaculately clean white paws. The outburst costs Jinx dearly and the small gnome slumps, his head pounding.

Remembering present company, Jinx abruptly straightens, embarrassed. Wincing in recognition of the rank within St. Cuthbert's finest, Jinx wrings gnarled hands. In a fretful voice, Jinx nervously replies, "Canon Terjon, say you? Revived from a near brush with death, was I?" Jinx swallows hard. "And my companions? Be they dead?"

 

[Rhun]

"Yes, Canon Terjon, patriarch of the Church here in Hommlet, answers the man. "I am Brother Calmert, acoloyte of the faith. Your companions are hale and hearty, and staying at the Inn of the Welcome Wench, I do believe. You are as healthy as we can make you. You are free to leave us at any time."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx gulps air and offers a weak, nervous titter. "Patriarch, is he?" The gnome jumps off the bed, ignoring his pounding head and hurriedly begins collecting and donning his gear. "Better be off with me, then. No sense taking up valuable cell space better used on the faithful. No sir, no indeed. Yes, yes, off with me, then." His belongings haphazardly flung on his back or tucked willy-nilly under an arm, Jinx grabs Bauble by the scruff of the neck and unceremoniously stuffs the cat into its riding basket. Ignoring the cat's spitting yowls of protest from inside the basket, Jinx darts for the cell's door and flees. Hastily remembering his manners only at the last, the gnome turns once and offers Brother Calmert a lopsided stumbling bow of gratitude, then turns from the acolyte and fairly well runs from the church.

Out of breath from running and thoroughly drenched by the driving rainstorm outside, Jinx arrives at the Welcome Wench just in time to miss breakfast. Flinging open the inn's front door, the gnome sees his companions and blasts out, "Quick! Out of town! Or they'll be after me!"

 

[Voadam]

"Jinx!" Sir Merrick jumps up from his bench looking thunderstruck. "By the gods, you're alive!"