CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Dog Moon]

Deren turns and stares at the gnome, disbelieving his eyes, though with the rampant magic in the world, he is unsure why he should be surprised. Still, he thinks, raising the dead is an impressive feat. "Who's after you?" he asks, quickly followed by, "Is it really you?"

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

That is a tasty sausage and I …
Dropping the fork, Zirat stares in awe to the door, he blinks once, blinks twice
Jinx ?! Jinx !!
The big warrior stand up, goes to the gnome and give him a bone crushing hug, he then drops him and give him a tap on the shoulder.
Good to see you again! We thought you are dead, what happened?

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon is slightly irritated to find himself being completely ignored, and is about t speak up when a waterlogged gnome comes barging in out of the rain yelling about someone being after him. This seems to cause the group great excitement and consequently removes his chance to speak with them completely. He stands silently, watching the odd spectacle and waiting for a chance to get a word in edgewise.

 

[Dichotomy]

Aeron reacts more slowly than the others. The cleric methodically eyes the gnome. "You are not undead. You must have been raised by the will of the gods and through their servants. What priest around here has that amount of power?"

 

[Dog Moon]

Aeron reacts more slowly than the others. The cleric methodically eyes the gnome. "You are not undead. You must have been raised by the will of the gods and through their servants. What priest around here has that amount of power?"

Deren frowns as he thinks. "Maybe it's a trick," he says, back to his slightly paranoid ways. "Jinx wants us to leave quickly. Have you made some enemies who want you dead and you believed that the only way to escape them was by tricking everyone? Something must have gone wrong and they have found you out. Have you made us enemies as well as yourself, or rather more so than we probably have already?"

 

[Rhun]

Goodman Gundigoot watches the spectacle of Jinx bursting into the inn in a spray of rain, and shouting about someone being after him. The proprieter of the Wench smiles and shakes his head in amusement as he stands behing the bar polishing mugs and tankard with a rag. Then he calls out to the excitable little gnome. "Perhaps a glass of something strong, master gnome? I've a fine bottle of whiskey from the highlands of Ulek. Its quite good for taking the edge off."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx, irrate and wild with fear because no one looks even remotely prepared to depart the inn, blinks at everyone. "Questions! Questions!" When Zirat forcibly picks up and squeezes Jinx, the small gnome drops all his loosely handled gear and claps gnarled fingers over his ears to ward out sounds. "Too many questions!" Bauble, whose basket was dropped on the floor along with a belt pouch, scroll case, six pieces of parchment, an ink pen, a vial of black ink, a half-full waterskin, a whetstone, some trail rations, and four loose daggers, darts free of the container and bolts from his master behind Ostler's bar.

Caught between retreiving a veritable untidy mountain of gear and jailing his unruly pet, Jinx merely stands in the center of the Wench, dripping rain onto the good Ostler's floor. "Well, I--. I mean...that is--" Jinx looks round the common room at each of his companions and stammers. Aeron's comment in particular fetches Jinx from his confusion. Forcibly responding to the priest, Jinx yelps, "NO, I am NOT undead!" Shivering, the small wizened gnome blinks at Aeron, then bends over to begin properly stowing his gear in his pack. "Least aways, I don't think I properly died. Acolyte Calmert let it be known that Canon Terjon revived me after I'd been brought in."

Jinx, who was about to stuff one of his four daggers up a shirt sleeve, stops short and looks at Deren. "They're going to want payment, you know. Them priests, I mean." The gnome shoots an apologetic look at Aeron. "Sorry, but that's always the way of it with temples. And, glad as I am to have me hide saved, I haven't the coin, so if you're having me back in your ranks, we might as well be on our way afore that priest comes here to find me and drag me back to pay me debt. Or worse, and decide that me friends'll pay it for me!"

Jinx stops rummaging through his gear and frowns. Suddenly standing up straight and letting out a wail, the gnome cries, "Dagnubit! Blasted land sharks! Mother's milk! It's worse, Bauble, Oi! It's worse! They've taken me spellbook!" Exhausted, frightened, without his trusty arcane repetoire, and only lately returned from nearly dying, Jinx drops his pack a second time and plunks himself down in a vacant chair. Defeated, the gnome eyes Ostler and nods. "Aye, a drink'd be just the ticket, me thinks."

 

[Rhun]

Ostler quickly serves up a glass of the higland whiskey, cut with a touch of fresh spring water to enhance the taste. The aged single-malt has a rich, robust taste, and helps to settle the anxious gnome's nerves.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Grateful, Jinx accepts the cup. Tilting back his head and taking a large swallow, the gnome sputters and wheezes. "Hhhhhhar!" It is a long moment before Jinx catches his air again and can speak, and when he does it is with tears in his eyes and a new respect for the stiff whiskey.

Getting his bearing, Jinx looks around and notes two new faces, Ciaran and Shoon. Some of the stun of the morning wears off and Jinx thinks fast. With a nod and a wink, Jinx says, "Who else've we lost since me near demise, what as these new folk were needed?" Pushing the remainder of his whiskey to the side and leaving it untouched, Jinx trundles over to Ciaran, with a hand extended. "I'm Jinx. Nearly dead but, thankfully, not mostly dead." The gnome winks at Shoon. "Pleased ter meet you!"

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon is stunned by the sudden attention from the possibly mad gnome. "Uh." he looks around at the others in the group, deciding that now is as good a time as any to introduce himself he says; "Uh, greetings, uh, I am called Shoon, and... The good innkeeper has told me that you all have had some experience with quelling bandits' activity in this area. I pursue criminals, and uh, I am searching for a certain man in particular, perhaps you have knowledge of him. He travels in the guise of a minstrel but has some skill in the arcane, um, he is also very treacherous."