Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: God damn ENWorld erased another one of my posts when I pressed submit... Seriously... what is this about speed issues? There's no speed problem. It times out instantly and also apparently erases the previous pages from my memory. All that's wrong is that the thing doesn't f-ing work.

Shoon listens to the man drone on and on without giving him even a shred of information aside from the fact that the bard obviously fits the character of the one he was searching for. "Uh... I will take all of that into consideration, but I must ask... Is there perhaps a recent story you could share in detail? I think a detailed account would greatly help me in emulating your um... style and flare. I am also curious, how do you avoid the women's disgruntled lovers? That seems like it would be important..."

 

[Rhun]

OOC: God damn ENWorld erased another one of my posts when I pressed submit... Seriously... what is this about speed issues? There's no speed problem. It times out instantly and also apparently erases the previous pages from my memory. All that's wrong is that the thing doesn't f-ing work.[/COLOR]

OOC: The issues are all related; the bottom line is that the server that hosts En World is being completely overloaded, and they need a new one to handle the load. I recommend writing your post in notepad or word, and then copying it and pasting it so you don't lose your post.

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Oh... I guess I just have to be patient then. I don't like patience.

 

[Rhun]

"Ah, disgruntled lovers...is it my fault that my charms are so much grander than their own?" The bard gives a laugh and takes another swig of beer. He smiles and pats the longsword at his waist. "I can take care of myself. With word or blade. Few have the guts to challenge me. And the truth is, if these women should choose me over another, the man should just accept that fact. Life is too short for jealousy." With a shrug the man continues. "There was a darked haired priestess a few weeks ago...a lovely wench, to be sure. And the things we did! Ha. Enough to make a pleasure slave blush!"

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon grimaces at the bard in as convincing an impression of a grin as he can muster. He waits for him to finish his beer, then orders him another, waiting for him to take another swig before asking; "Hm... What happened after that? With the priestess. How did you manage to... rid yourself of her when you were through?" Any paying particularly close attention will notice that Shoon's hand has wrapped tightly around one handle of his nunchaku and is squeezing it as him he intends to crush it.

 

[Rhun]

The bard (Shoon hasn't asked his name yet, nor has the bard mentioned it) happily accepts another beer from the monk, not seeming to notice Shoon's growing anger. At Shoon's question about ridding himself of the girl, the bard laughs hearily and slaps Shoon on the shoulder. "Easy as shooting fish in a barrel my friend." He lowers his voice to a whisper, and leans closer. "There are lots of folks round these part more than willing to pay a few wheatsheafs for a lively lass..." He winks at Shoon, and sits back up to finish his drink.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Only Shoon's intense training an discipline keep him from attacking the bard outright. Instead he bows to the man and asks somewhat stiltedly as he tries to contain himself without any obvious signs of his anger. "I see... Thank you for your time. I have learned allot. Might I ask your name sir?" Once he has gotten it, he parts from the bard quickly, returning to the table with his companions. "That is the man I am looking for. I know it. He... he is more despicable than I imagined. It seems he makes a living off of tricking girls and selling them into slavery... We must make him talk, and I cannot keep up that charade any longer. We should take him by force. There is no law here, and he is a criminal, and an evil one at that. I do not need Sir Merrick to tell me that. If Miss Redhand was not completely mistaken, then he has had dealing with the temple as well. Deren, please slip out quietly and bring the others." He keeps the bard in the corner of his eye at all times.

 

[Dog Moon]

"We can probably take him," Deren says after a quick glance to the Bard, "But if we do, we need to do it when there's no one else around. We don't know who he's befriended here. We don't want to take him on and have his friends jump us, especially if it's only going to be us three."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Maybe you can convince him to accompany you to the barn ... tell him that your horse is unsettled and maybe he can sing for him to ease on his soul.
The Gladiator grins and taps on his hand muscle
Then, we'll take him by force, a nice hug from the champion will keep the lad in place.

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick sleeps soundly, his soul enjoying the repose of the just.