CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Dog Moon]

Taking in the crowd, Deren sighs a little. There were too many places like this in the world, he thinks, too many places where trouble can be found to easily and where relaxing means being caught off guard and either broke or dead. He, personally, doesn't wish to end up either. He has a minor trap consisting of string and bells to alert him if someone opens the door or window, but it won't help if he is ganged up on. Certainly, moving in a group would be better.

He glances over at his friends, waiting to see if they are going to join him or not. Whether they do or not, he waves over one of the serving wenches near him.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon follows Deren and takes a seat at the table, hoping to keep his back to a wall as well. He again surveys the room, this time trying to spot musical instruments on or near any of the patrons. "So, Deren right? What do you think? It might be wise to return to the others once we are done here."

 

[Rhun]

One of the scantily-clad wenches, a pretty brown-haired girl, quickly responds to Deren's wave, before the halfing can answer Shoon's question. "What's your pleasure, sir? she asks.

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick strides in and joins Deren. A scowl is on his face as he leans his polearm against the wall, within easy reach. "A wretched hive indeed."

When the barmaid arrives Merrick orders food and asks if there are any men offering good gold for skilled blades.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon is surprised by the appearance of the girl as he wouldn't expect someone of her appearance to last very long in a place like this, espcially with those clothes, or lack thereof. He looks for the other servers to see if they better fit in with their surroundings while ordering some food and an ale.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

Navigating through the crowd, Zirat takes post beside the table.
When the wench arrives he ask
Can you inquire the innkeeper for a spare room?

 

[Rhun]

"We've a few spare rooms left this night, sir," says the wench in answer to Zirat's question. She waves her hand at the crowded room. "Most of these will leave once they've drank their fill."

With that she goes about bringing your drinks and food. They are not of high quality. The beer is watered, the wine vinegary, and the whiskey fiery and harsh. The food, little more than a bowl of greasy stew and hard rolls, is of little better quality.

 

[Rhun]

Outside, the rain continues to fall, and the wind continues to blow. Still, hunkered down with your backs to the bales of hay you find yourselves warmer than you've been all day. The town is quiet this night, but you can hear the bursts of laughter and shouts from the hostel.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Grateful to be indoors out of the wet weather, Jinx clutches his outer garments tightly about himself and cozies deeper against his bales of hay. "They sound as if they're having a high time in there." The gnome briefly considers leaving the barn in favor of venturing into the taproom for a pint and some garrulous company, but the driving wind outside convinces him to stay put. To Aeron, Jinx says, "Best I can tell, no man can understand the ways or whys of a God. They're a capricious lot, sometimes seeming happy with the world, other times angry and punishing. Worse, there's no surety that a man's good deeds will merit favor. And yet the laity is expected to place faith in such capriciousness?" The gnome leans back against a bale of hay and folds his arms behind his head. "If that's how it works, then I'd like to be a God, looking down and laughing on us poor fools, flinging judgements over me cup of ambrosia. Fie on this world and its evils!"

 

[Dichotomy]

"Ah, but my good gnome," Aeron begins in a patient tone, "you conclude that, because you do not understand the reasons of the gods that they must be capricious and have none. I, on the other hand, conclude that I do not understand the reasons of the gods because I lack their perspective. To a young child, the command of a parent to avoid touching a beautiful flame may seem capricious, but the parent knows that the flame will hurt he child badly. We are like the children of the gods."