Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Rhun]

[sblock=For Renau1g]
OOC: I'll let you come up with the details, but I believe we decided that
Vaseda is somehow acquainted with Jinx, and traveled to Hommlet magically.


Vaseda is sitting at a rough-hewn wooden table in the great taproom of the Inn of the Welcome Wench, a place renown far and wide for its hospitality and great food. The remnants of the elf's meal (trout stuffed with specially prepared mid-kidney pie, with mushrooms and truffles) lays before him, and he enjoys a tall flute of Sundish Lilac wine. While not really interested in the happenings of the inn this night, his attention is nonetheless drawn to the group of bedraggled looking adventurers who have just trod into the taproom. They are dirty, bloody, wounded and exhausted. There is no doubt in Vaseda's mind that they have just survived some sort of horrible trial.[/sblock]

 

[renau1g]

At a table, far from the singing townsfolk, a robed figure sits peering into a massive tome. At the words from the barkeep the figure raises his head and you can see his face from under his deep purple hood. It is an elf, his pale skin, violet eyes, and golden hair denote him of the grey elves. He closes the book and places it in a backpack quickly.

He stands up and walks to the bar, reaching into his belt pouch and pulls out 5 gold coins and places them on the bar. "Hello travelers, you do indeed look like you have gone through at least one of the Nine Hells with Asmodeus himself on your tail. The least a well rested fellow wanderer can do is buy your room for the night.What brings you to Hommlet? I am Vaseda." the elf asks, extending a delicate hand for a greeting, his soft skin and ink-stained fingertips indicating him some sort of scholar.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

A thin, dark human--Flan, most likely, judging from the dark unruly hair and hide belt--steps up to the counter. He looks haggard, but apparently enjoys the soaking he has received outside.

"Indeed we have, Ostler, indeed we have. But an ale will surely take the sting away. Has my horse arrived?"

Smiling and nodding, he takes his beer, wraps his hide cloak over his frame, and heads over to the elf.

"Ciaran apCallain, good sir," he introduces himself. "Although the Great Devil was not on our tail, plenty was..." he pauses for a moment, then adds, "if only we had the time to bring that extra gold and crystal with us..."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Tired, wet, and staggered from exhaustion, Aeron frowns at Ciaran's good humor but greets the newcomer. "Aeron of Caria. Greetings and good journeying to you, Vaseda." After eyeing the five gold coins Vaseda sets down on Ostler's bar, Aeron frowns again and says. "Your generosity flows freely, which I admire in a man, but we've coin enough to pay." Aeron's frown deepens and concern plays in the priests's eyes. What is this hustler up to, and what does he want with us at this late hour? Some denizen of the temple sent to track and harry us, no doubt.

 

[Rhun]

Ostler snaps his fingers, and soon enough one of the serving maids is bringing you tall mugs of thick, dark, foamy ale. "What about dinner, good sirs? We are having an especial on our famous stuffed trout..."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"Stuffed trout?" Aeron perks up as his mouth starts to water at the mention of hot food. "Done. A double portion for me." Plunking himself down at the nearest unoccupied table at hand, Aeron drops his belongings to the wood floor of the Wench and takes a deep draught off his tankard. Eyeing the strange violet-eyed elf, Aeron wipes the foam from his upper lip and grunts in resolve. "Join us, if you like, Brother Vaseda." Aeron motions to an empty chair at the table, privately thinking that it is better to know one's enemy--particularly in the safety of an inn full of friends.

 

[renau1g]

"That is generous of you Sir Aeron, a bit of companionship would be most delightful, but I am no man of the cloth, although I appreciate the sentiment. No m interests are not the divine, at least not directly, but rather the esotaric nature of the planar cosmos. I am a student of the arcane arts and a specialist in calling those creatures from the planes to aid me in my work. I must confess that some of you are familiar to me, Ciaran, I am guessing you are Sir Merrick, and most likely Zirat, the gladiator? " the robed elf says once the group gathers for the meal.

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Hey Ryan, Aeron is male.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

The gladiator shakes the hand of the new comer. The champion will not refuse a free drink.
You are most welcome to join our table.
A big grin from ear to ear spreads on Zirat.
My battles in the arenas of Chendl are tales for the young who wish to be heros. I glad you are familiar with me Vaseda. New stories from new strangers are most welcome to lift our spirit.

 

[Rhun]

You all sink into seats around a battered wooden trestle table, to enjoy the refreshing taste of the Wench's stout ale. The velvety, nearly-black brew is rich and malty, with hints of oak and hazelnut. A few minutes later dinner is served. Trout stuffed with specially prepared mid-kidney pie, with mushrooms and truffles, is the main course. Stewed broad beans, a salad of bitter greens with pinenuts and a honey-mulberry sauce, and the Wench's freshly baked, crusty black bread round out the meal. After your days on the road and within the confines of the oppressive temple, eating only travel rations and what stores you could find in the enemy stronghold, the meal looks, smells and tastes like heaven.