CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx leans back in his seat, loosens the belt on his robes, and belches his satsifaction of the Lord Wizard's repast. Nodding his head at Burne's words, Jinx silently rejoices to himself. Thank the Maker! No more being burdened by captives! A'course, that means there's not the excuse to break ranks every other day to return to the Lord's keep for another fine meal. Jinx eyes the last bits of roast pheasant and gravy on his plate with great sadness.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoons eyes widen in surprise as Lord Burne explains the contents of the scroll. "G-Goodness, the power of a judge... I swear that I shall not take this lightly."

 

[Rhun]

Lord Burne looks over Shoon as he strokes his goatee. "I should certainly hope you don't take this lightly. And should I learn of any of you abusing this writ, you will certainly regret that decision." The wizard turns his attention to Sir Merrick, nodding at the man. "Of course, having a Knight Errant of the Moon and Crowns with you should keep that from happening, I should think."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Unable to restrain himself, Jinx gives a wee nervous titter from his place at the table.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

That should narrow the fun … in the ring there are no rules at all, just luck, agility and own judgment.
The big gladiator thinks to himself and takes a swig from his wine goblet

 

[Voadam]

Burne snaps his fingers, and one of his guardsmen comes forward with a rolled scroll. The Lord Wizard takes the item and hands it to you. "I am giving you this writ to act as agents of the King's Justice, on my authority as investied in me by the Viscount of Verbobonc and as affirmed by good King Belvor IV of Furyondy. Mercy and quarter need not be given to these cultists. Deal with them as you see fit. This gives you the authority to pardon or execute based upon your own judgement."

Burne looks around at all of your faces. "I am sorry that we do not have the resources this far south to aid you more in your task. But whatever assistance I can provide is yours."

"I thank you milord, we will see justice done and evil routed."

 

[Voadam]

Lord Burne looks over Shoon as he strokes his goatee. "I should certainly hope you don't take this lightly. And should I learn of any of you abusing this writ, you will certainly regret that decision." The wizard turns his attention to Sir Merrick, nodding at the man. "Of course, having a Knight Errant of the Moon and Crowns with you should keep that from happening, I should think."

"Have no fears milord, our quest is just and the trust you place in us will not be broken while blood still flows through my veins and I have strength to lift a blade." Sir Merrick raises his goblet in toast. "To your health milord, and that of all men of good heart."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Tired of the many flowery pleasantries and feeling uncomfortable surrounded by so much law, Jinx stays at the table only long enough to satisfy decorum, then excuses himself at the earliest opportunity to the main hall of the Lord Wizard's home. Jinx will walk around in the public area of the home, admiring architecture and items of antiquity, if there are any.

At loud outburst from the besotted Aeron brings Jinx back to the dining hall. Spying a thoroughly drunk Last Prophet, Jinx briskly walks up to Zirat and tugs on the warrior's sleeve. "Zirat, Aeron needs his bed. Help me get him to his room?"

 

[Rhun]

Burne stands from the table, and carefully smoothes the wrinkles in his fine silk and velvet robes of blue and silver coloration. He smiles at you as he speaks. "We've no spare rooms to offer you here at the tower, but I am certain that Ostler has plenty at the Inn...or perhaps you would care to join Rufus and I in the study for a glass of brandy before heading off to bed? It is from Ulek, and is quite a treat."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Jinx, growing more uncomfortable by the moment, looks at Zirat and Aeron with uncertainty. "Can you walk to the Wench, Brother Aeron?" The gnome licks his lips at the thought of a nice brandy but then shudders, remembering his last experience with Ostler and "good whiskey."