Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued
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Rhun
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In the Hostel
Deren and Zirat sit at one beaten oak table against the wall, mostly away from the crush of the crowd. Bowls of greasy, thin stew are brought in short order, along with flagons of weak beer, which Zirat downs easily as he carves his name into the wall of the place.
Shoon is fairly certain that this is the same man that he saw speaking with the beautiful Anemone, just a couple of short weeks ago. Of course, the monk had only really paid attention to the man for a few short minutes, but this certainly looks like him. He certainly remembered that the man played a mandolin, though, much like the one on this man's back.
As Shoon speaks to him, he lowers his songhorn and looks over Shoon with piercing emerald eyes before smiling widely. "Why, yes, I've had some success with women...I highly suggest learning to play an instrument. Woman tend to swoon over music. Of course, having confidence and a great smile surely help!"
Deren and Zirat sit at one beaten oak table against the wall, mostly away from the crush of the crowd. Bowls of greasy, thin stew are brought in short order, along with flagons of weak beer, which Zirat downs easily as he carves his name into the wall of the place.
Shoon is fairly certain that this is the same man that he saw speaking with the beautiful Anemone, just a couple of short weeks ago. Of course, the monk had only really paid attention to the man for a few short minutes, but this certainly looks like him. He certainly remembered that the man played a mandolin, though, much like the one on this man's back.
As Shoon speaks to him, he lowers his songhorn and looks over Shoon with piercing emerald eyes before smiling widely. "Why, yes, I've had some success with women...I highly suggest learning to play an instrument. Woman tend to swoon over music. Of course, having confidence and a great smile surely help!"
Dire Lemming
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The young monk nods and tries to smile though it looks a bit like a grimace. "I see." He contemplates the man's words for a moment, though obviously it is more for what he will say next than how to follow his advice. "Hm, I do not know how to play a musical instrument, but I was thinking... Perhaps you could tell me some tales of your exploits? I think some examples would help me greatly."
Dire Lemming
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Shoon frowns slightly, as he considers this, but quickly nods in agreement. "Oh well. It is certainly worth a few coins." He attempts to get the attention of one of the scantily clad barmaids™ giving her a slight bow as she approaches. "Good evening miss, please, a drink for this bard."
Dog Moon
Adventurer
Deren sits down at the table, but frowns as he has to look up really far to see the larger man's face. He grabs the tankard of ale with both hands and downs it. It doesn't take long before he's feeling some of the effects of the alcohol. "Big ale not made for little people," he tells Zirat a little louder than he normally should. Maybe if the enemy thinks we're totally drunk, we'll draw them out, he thinks to himself.
In the barn
Aeron looks to Ciaran, after Sir Merrick decides to take the final watch. "You need good rest to clear your mind for your spells, yes? I will take the mid watch. You can have the first so that your sleep may be uninterrupted." The Last Prophet removes his armor and prepares to rest. "Make no hesitation in waking me if you think there is even the slightest need," he tells both his companions.
Aeron looks to Ciaran, after Sir Merrick decides to take the final watch. "You need good rest to clear your mind for your spells, yes? I will take the mid watch. You can have the first so that your sleep may be uninterrupted." The Last Prophet removes his armor and prepares to rest. "Make no hesitation in waking me if you think there is even the slightest need," he tells both his companions.
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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I wonder what our sucidel monk is doing over there
Zirat nods to where Shoon is and taps on the Halfling's shoulder.
Easy little one, you should ask for boy sized mugs, he he he
Rhun
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-IN THE HOSTEL-
As Zirat and Deren make a show of getting progressively drunker, the time slowly passes as night moves on like a horse drawn cart. As it gets later, the folk that you take to be villagers slowly filter out of the place, and the harder crowd comes in. Men and woman that have the look of soldiers, raiders and bandits. Nobody give Zirat or Deren more than a passing glance though as they go about their own business.
Shoon buys drinks for the bard, who is more than happy to tell the monk about his past exploits. Shoon can tell that the bard is more enamored with himself than any of the women he becomes "involved" with, and he certainly likes to brag about it. Between tales of his exploits with boxum and fair women from across the breadth of the Flanaess,he points out flaws that Shoon should correct. "You really need to invest in handsome wardrobe, my friend," he suggests. "You have no style, no flare. I know a fine tailor in nearby Hommlet that I can introduce you too!" The bard laughs and continues his tales. While the man's stories are certainly entertaining, sometimes humorous, and not altogether believable, few contain any real detail, and after an hour or more in the bard's presence, Shoon is no closer to discovering if this man knows Anemone than he was before.
-IN THE BARN-
As Merrick and Ciaran sleep, Aeron takes the first watch, settling in where he has a fine view of the barn's doors and can hear what is going on in the yard beyond. The night is mostly quiet, and all Aeron hears is the conversation and laughter of the hostel's patrons as they come and go.
As Zirat and Deren make a show of getting progressively drunker, the time slowly passes as night moves on like a horse drawn cart. As it gets later, the folk that you take to be villagers slowly filter out of the place, and the harder crowd comes in. Men and woman that have the look of soldiers, raiders and bandits. Nobody give Zirat or Deren more than a passing glance though as they go about their own business.
Shoon buys drinks for the bard, who is more than happy to tell the monk about his past exploits. Shoon can tell that the bard is more enamored with himself than any of the women he becomes "involved" with, and he certainly likes to brag about it. Between tales of his exploits with boxum and fair women from across the breadth of the Flanaess,he points out flaws that Shoon should correct. "You really need to invest in handsome wardrobe, my friend," he suggests. "You have no style, no flare. I know a fine tailor in nearby Hommlet that I can introduce you too!" The bard laughs and continues his tales. While the man's stories are certainly entertaining, sometimes humorous, and not altogether believable, few contain any real detail, and after an hour or more in the bard's presence, Shoon is no closer to discovering if this man knows Anemone than he was before.
-IN THE BARN-
As Merrick and Ciaran sleep, Aeron takes the first watch, settling in where he has a fine view of the barn's doors and can hear what is going on in the yard beyond. The night is mostly quiet, and all Aeron hears is the conversation and laughter of the hostel's patrons as they come and go.
