Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued
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Dire Lemming
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The monk shakes his head in response to Zirat. "That would be a lie... I mean, I suppose he deserves to be lied to... but I am a terrible lier anyway, so even if I did it would be pointless." He shakes his head again, tapping his fingers on the table idly. "Uh, oh yes, his name is Daryan Silverhorn, just so that you know. I still think out best chance is for you to warn the others Deren.... Then you could return, and tell him about the horse. Bring him out the barn and we will follow. It would be much more convincing that way as well... You are a much better lier than I am... Are you not?"
Dog Moon
Adventurer
"Uh, actually, I've never been all that good with people. Was sort of a loner in my time. I don't think I could bluff my way out of a burlap sack..." He looks apologetic as he looks between the two others.
[11 Charisma, guys. Deren is probably only slightly more Charismatic than Belkar.
Looks like the one person not with us is the one person who could bluff well...]
[11 Charisma, guys. Deren is probably only slightly more Charismatic than Belkar.
Looks like the one person not with us is the one person who could bluff well...]
Dire Lemming
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Shoon lets out a slightly disapointed sigh, but shrugs. "I was the same way until I met Anemone..." His eyes get a distant look for a moment, then he shakes his head and grunts. "Er, well, right. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Right. What of Ciaran? Could he trick a drunken bard? This is a good plan I think, so long as we can get him to fall for it."
Rhun
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The night slowly rolls on, and Ciaran wakes Aeron to take over on watch approaches. Ciaran settles down to sleep, and Merrick continues to sleep the sleep of the just.
Inside the common room, the Hostel becomes more and more packed. The locals are all gone now, leaving only yourselves and the undesirables. The bard continues his music, as the folk in the bar drink, play games and fight among themselves.
Inside the common room, the Hostel becomes more and more packed. The locals are all gone now, leaving only yourselves and the undesirables. The bard continues his music, as the folk in the bar drink, play games and fight among themselves.
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Ciaran sleeps fitfully.
Dire Lemming
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Shoon is confused and frustrated by his allies' apparent lack of interest in helping learning things that could help them in their struggle. He throws up his hands and say, "Fine. Just watch him then, at least." then heads out to the barn to talk to the others, or whoever is awake. Finding Aeron, he tells him, "I have found him, I know it. The man I was searching for. He has been tricking girls and selling them into slavery for some time now it seems. We need to question him thoroughly, but Zirat and Derren are too busy getting drunk to even care..." He sighs. "My friend... I need your help. I could use the help of the others as well if they can be woken. We cannot let this monster escape. I am certain from what miss Redhand told me that he must have dealings with the temple, even if he does not we can at least learn what he's done with the girls and maybe save some of them... we need to at least stop him from harming more..." The young monk's speaking slows as he forces himself not to get too worked up about this. He needs to remain calm.
At first startled by Shoon's abrupt entry, Aeron composes himself. The Last Prophet allows the monk to get out what he needs to say without interruption. Only once Shoon is done as has begun to recompose himself does Aeron make comment.
"My friend, this is, perhaps, finally the boon Pelor has laid in our path. But let us not be rash. This man will not likely vanish in an instant. There are too many things to consider, and another viewpoint is prudent. Ciaran must sleep, unless we decide that action will be needed imminently. However, while unpleasant, awaking Sir Merrick should cause him no more concern than the need for more sleep later."
As gently as he can, Aeron kneels at Sir Merrick's side and prods him to wakefulness. Once the knight starts moving, Aeron quickly turns to Shoon to stem what might be another torrent. "Let him get his wits a bit."
Only once Sir Merrick seems mostly alert, does Aeron explain the rude awakening. "Shoon has found the one for whom he sought. It seems he has possibly had dealings involving slavery with the agents at the Temple. Learning more from this person could help all of us." The cleric turns to Shoon. "He was inside when you came out, yes? We should decide whether it would be to our advantage to confront him now or wait until the morning." The cleric deferentially looks to Sir Merrick for his input.
"My friend, this is, perhaps, finally the boon Pelor has laid in our path. But let us not be rash. This man will not likely vanish in an instant. There are too many things to consider, and another viewpoint is prudent. Ciaran must sleep, unless we decide that action will be needed imminently. However, while unpleasant, awaking Sir Merrick should cause him no more concern than the need for more sleep later."
As gently as he can, Aeron kneels at Sir Merrick's side and prods him to wakefulness. Once the knight starts moving, Aeron quickly turns to Shoon to stem what might be another torrent. "Let him get his wits a bit."
Only once Sir Merrick seems mostly alert, does Aeron explain the rude awakening. "Shoon has found the one for whom he sought. It seems he has possibly had dealings involving slavery with the agents at the Temple. Learning more from this person could help all of us." The cleric turns to Shoon. "He was inside when you came out, yes? We should decide whether it would be to our advantage to confront him now or wait until the morning." The cleric deferentially looks to Sir Merrick for his input.
Dire Lemming
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Shoon nods. “I left him inside after warning Deren and Zirat about him. Hopefully they will keep an eye on him. I had bought him a few drinks while trying to get some information out of him, so perhaps he is not at his sharpest now, but I would not count on him staying idle for long. His type has a tendency to disappear in the morning like the night itself. He has done this to me before. If I remember correctly, one of the maids had told us that the owner of this inn does not approve of bards because he is very protective of the girls. Perhaps we should speak to him about this one. He may be willing to help us somehow.”
