CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx eyes Aeron uncertainly, unsure of what to make of the kind mannerisms and speech of the priest. Deciding at the last that Aeron is merely being welcoming, Jinx foregoes paranoia in favor of sharing a tale with Ciaran and Aeron. "Ye asked how I came to me spellcasting prowess." The gnome's tone bespeaks openness and sincerity. "Since we look to be trundled up in the barn for the night, I'll tell it plain. I left me home when I was a good bit younger. Me folks did no want me around, just another mouth ter feed in the Bimpnottin family. Mum beat me fierce, she did, and me not liking beatings too well, I left. Found meself in the Free City, 'long with work in an alchemist's shop. Just pushing a broom, mind you. Master didn't pay too well, and what with the city costing a pretty penny, I took to thieving." Jinx colors a bit but continues, unabashed. "One night while I were looking about one of the better homes of a vacationing merchant family, just looking, mind you, the Lady of the house come upon me in her parlour. Don't know who was more s'prised, her or me." Here Jinx pauses and turns an even deeper shade of embarrassed red. "The Lady were a large sort, I swear, bigger than most. She overpowered me and locked me up fer a criminal in 'er basement water closet. Said sommat about calling the Watch, but afore she could, I heard a mighty scuffle as she were on the stairs. Seems someone else'd decided to rob the home...can't say it were a bad idea, what with the family be known to regularly vacation that time of year." Jinx coughs into a gnarled little fist and continues. "Anyhow, it took 'em awhile, but the band of thugs who come after me killed that Lady, then stole me away as booty along with the silverware, tapestries, lockbox, and half the larder. Next thing I know, I'm part of the Nine Fingers of Greyhawk an' an apprentice to a wicked, wicked master." Jinx pauses in his tale and eyes first Ciaran then Aeron. Looking away in shame from Aeron, Jinx finishes up. "Can't say why I'm here. Master said ter go an' he seemed ter know what he was about. 'Sides, Master's not ter be questioned, not if ye value yer hide." The gnome toes the straps of his backpack. "I'd like out of the Nine. In me own estimation, they've sent me ter me death, what with the ogre an' all. Without you lot, I'd be in over me head. You two're clever, kind sorts. You gave me the scroll, Ciaran. An' you, priest, you patched me up. When we're done with whatever in the Nine Hells it is that we're up against here, maybe you can help me think of a way ter save me skin?"

 

[Dire Lemming]

It takes a moment for Shoon to take in the scene, but he immediatelly decides that this is not a place he wants to sleep in. He's still got questions to ask though, so for now he decides to stick it out. He glances at the others, reasoning that since they knew how to get here in the first place he should follow their lead.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran grins. "You are probably safer than you might imagine. You have already died once. Killed by an ogre. Everything that happens afterward, is a new life."

He stops and meditates as lightning strikes somewhere outside. The rumbling passes through the barn. "This storm, it only waits. It knows that evil will soon be unleashed, and it wants to witness it. The wet, the cold, the pressing wind--these are only because the storm is excited. Storms do not like to stand still. They prefer to roam the landscape. This one must be obsessed indeed to wait for so long."

He looks back to Jinx and smiles. "It appears quite likely that none of us will be the same person we were once we have reached our goal. We can take comfort in that."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx blinks at Ciaran's grandiose vagaries. Pursing his lips unhappily, Jinx crosses his arms and spares a look through the cracks in the barn's slatwork walls out at the storm brewing. Jinx falls quiet and lapses back into apprehension.

 

[Dichotomy]

During Jinx's tale, and Ciaran's odd response, Aeron silently takes it in. Finally, right when Jinx has closed himself again, the cleric quietly responds. "There are none that can get through this life without the help of others, good gnome. You will have my help in any way that I can give it. And may the Shining One help us both."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"The Shining One? Oh, Pelor. Right." Dubious, Jinx looks at Aeron. "How's one God different from another? I mean, why not worship 'em all?" The gnome pauses uncertainly, not wanting to upset Aeron's faith. "Or none at all? Doesn't Hextor get angry if he loses you to Pelor? World's crazed enough, ye'd have ter be half-cocked ter risk Hextor pummeling you on top of all that..." Jinx trails off, nattering to himself about ogres with clubs, greedy priests, and evil Masters. From time to time, the gnome looks up at Aeron in curiosity.

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Please feel free to continue to roleplay and banter, while we wait for Voadam, Strahd, and Dog Moon.

 

[Dichotomy]

"I've studied the philosophy and dogma of all the common religions. And I'm sure you know at least some of the more superficial differences between the gods. I could tell you that I worship Pelor because I believe in the way that he tells us to live our lives, and that others worship Hextor because he symbolizes the values to which they aspire. However, that would be false." The cleric looks lost in thought for a short moment.

"The real reason I serve Pelor is because it is what my heart tells me is right. It is faith, rather than reason. And that faith is renewed with each miracle that I do on his behalf. When I use a spell to heal my friends, rather than focusing and controlling magical energy as you do, I am a conduit for Pelor. It is not my will that mends your wounds, but rather his."

Aeron, realizing that he'd started babbling, quickly comes to a close. "But all of the gods are beings greater than we mortals. They call those of us that they seek. Simply put, Pelor is the one that called me, not Hextor. While Hextor may seek to pummel me if I cross his will, I'd not think he'd want to pummel me for not following him. He did not call me." The cleric patiently waits to see if the gnome has further questions.

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren enters the inn as calmly on the outside as he can make himself appear - essentially trying not to eye everyone in slightly paranoid suspicions - as he walks over to a table preferably along the side of the establishment instead of the center and sits down, looking at the others within. He tries to assess who would most likely attempt to start trouble and who would avoid trouble if possible but would be a dangerous opponent nonetheless.

 

[Rhun]

Deren finds a table in a good position near the wall of the Hostel's common area. He is able to place his back to the wall when he sits, much to his relief. Although Deren has a keen eye for spotting trouble, he is truly out-of-sorts with this crowd. Just about every person in the place looks like trouble to the halfling. He notes a few villagers...farmers and laborers, most like, and unlikely to cause any trouble. A large portion of the patrons strike Deren as being bandits and river pirates.