CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Dichotomy]

Aeron, bleary-eyed, looks up at his companions when they come in. The drunken cleric makes an attempt at a holy gesture, and then raises his coffee in salute.

After he finishes his water and coffee, he makes his way to his room and hopes to wake up mostly well on the morrow.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Presenting an impassive face to Jinx, Ciaran has remained quiet ever since taking his leave of Lord Burne and Rufus.

After watching Aeron shamble off to bed, Ciaran adresses the others. "It is good that we are free to leave the bandits alone, now. They were becoming a distraction. Jinx, congratulations on earning access to Lord Burne's library. There is far more to learn than I have had the opportunity in my browsing. Although impressing him is not easy, I only heard good tales of you posthumously. When all the tales of the dead are positive in their life, you are truly a worthy person, indeed."

 

[Dog Moon]

After everyone seems to have returned to the inn fine, Deren will then enter and join the others at the table. "I was expecting mischief, but apparently, nothing out of the ordinary occurred." He seems both relieved and yet partially disappointed with such statement.

 

[Voadam]

After everyone seems to have returned to the inn fine, Deren will then enter and join the others at the table. "I was expecting mischief, but apparently, nothing out of the ordinary occurred." He seems both relieved and yet partially disappointed with such statement.

"I expect Lord Krane has any Cult agents here too occupied to make any moves, he is well suited to the role of spymaster." Sir Merrick says in a voice that does not carry past their table.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

After watching Aeron shamble off to bed, Ciaran adresses the others. "It is good that we are free to leave the bandits alone, now. They were becoming a distraction. Jinx, congratulations on earning access to Lord Burne's library. There is far more to learn than I have had the opportunity in my browsing. Although impressing him is not easy, I only heard good tales of you posthumously. When all the tales of the dead are positive in their life, you are truly a worthy person, indeed."

Jinx looks at Ciaran, stunned at the compliment. Coloring and muttering under his breath, the gnome wipes a stray tear then, without an audible word, turns and heads upstairs to his bed. His head full of wheeling thoughts, Jinx takes quite a long while to fall asleep but eventually settles in for the night.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

A good night sleep is necessary, who knows if we will not be hunted with nightmares while resting in the accursed temple, sleep well.
With that the big gladiator goes to his room

 

[Dire Lemming]

Once Shoon has made certain that the drunken priest is being taken care of he quietly retires to his room.

 

[Rhun]

Sorry for the delays...there is a post coming. I've just been busy this week.

 

[Rhun]

Day 8, sometime after midnight - Inn of the Welcome Wench

You are roused from your sleep in the wee hours of the morning by shouting and a loud knocking on your room doors. As you slowly shake off your slumber and move out into the hallway, you are greeted by an apologetic Ostler Gundigoot. Ostler bows low to you, and you can tell that he is truly sorry for disturbing your rest. "My apologies, good folk, but I feel that waking you was a must. Please, follow me down to the taproom. I'm afraid we have some terrible news concerning your companion, Lord Krane."

Arriving in the taproom, you are led to a bruised and battered Elmo, who is sitting on one of the benches downing a large mug of ale. "Thank heavens you are still 'ere. It is Lord Krane, sirs! He was taken. Captured by men in black! I only just got away, and spent the las' few hours runnin' back t' the village." You can tell that the young man is quite exhausted, and bears several wounds where it appears as if he were beaten with a club or other heavy, blunt object.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran appears bleary-eyed at the door to his room. He nods when he hears he is needed, and frowns. He arrives in the common room, hair mussed, leather tunic unbelted. He grimaces with the sour flavors of drink the next day. Darkly, Ciaran shakes his head, filled with fury.

"Spymaster, indeed! Well, a group of men in black should be easy enough to follow. But is this YET ANOTHER infernal distraction? I say we ride now, and fast, to the temple! If they take him there, we will catch them. If they do not, then they are more rightly dealt with by Rufus."