CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx shudders. "Then we're all damned! I know all too well how parents treat little uns. With a cane and a fist." The gnome falls into himself, nattering quietly.

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren eats the food, but he is not particularly happy about it. What makes traveling good is sitting down after a long day in a warm place with good food and a comfortable bed. The place is only moderately warm and the food of poor quality. He has a bad feeling about those beds upstairs. He wishes the serving wenches were a little shorter, but there's nothing he can do about that.

"Anything of interest happening around here?" he asks the wench when she returns to give them more drink.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon pokes at his food a bit and every once in a while takes a spoonful in his mouth, which is always followed by a wince as he swallows. He continues to keep at least one eye on the rest of the tavern whenever possible.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

"Better a cane and a fist than the will to become a god," Ciaran calls. "I am from Tenh. I am Flan. We have stories of what happens when one would become a god."

He pauses for a moment. "No... we have scars."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

Bah … rubbish.
The big gladiator mutters, push the bowl of stew away and turns to the others
We should inquire about Lareth, I know we killed the slime but the people here don't know that, maybe they can direct us to someone who knows him.

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick turns an eye on Shoon "Are you any good at getting information?"

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon turns to Sir Merrick and shrugs. "I'm afraid that depends on the situation, if no one will speak there is little to be done but listen and watch, and hope for the slip of a drunken tongue."

 

[Voadam]

When the barmaid returns Sir Merrick will again ask if she knows of any looking to hire some blades.

 

[Rhun]

"Sure," says the serving wench in response to Merrick's question. "There are always people about hiring fighting men. Tolubb for one. You can probably find him aboard his ship down at the docks. The Grey Reaver, I think it's called. You may check with Dick, too. He'd know more about things like that."

 

[Dire Lemming]

"Thank you for the food miss." Shoon pauses as he tries to think of something to say that wouldn't be insulting "It was... filling. Uh, so, have you had any musician's through here lately?"