Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Voadam]

"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.

Sir Merrick's silver eyes harden at this revelation and he leans towards the elf. "Tell me exactly how you claim such knowledge." There is a palpable menace in him, as if despite his weariness he were ready to explode into deadly violence at a wrong move. His breastplate looks more service oriented than gleaming at the moment and the polearm he leaned against the private booth has a massive thick cleaving blade. While his companions seem happy at the chance for relaxation, the fair-skinned and fair-haired Merrick looks deadly serious. Right now the elf bears the full weight of his scrutiny.

 

[renau1g]

"I am glad that you asked oh gallant warrior, as I am an acquantaince of your recent companion, the gnome known as Jinx. I used to converse with him daily as he was an apprentice at a local alchemist's shop that I was required to pick up the requisite arcane reagents for my master. He recently returned to the Free City and the strangest thing to my eyes, he'd given up on alchemy and arcane magics, choosing to focus on the worship of Pelor. Ah...to see him in the sun god's regalia was a somewhat confusing sight to my eyes, but after hearing his tale, although he was reticent to tell me any specifics, I couldn't wait to come and see for myself. I travelled along the ley lines of magic, after paying my master for the service, and wound up here in Hommlet, awaiting the return of the intrepid adventurers" Vaseda replies

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Little Jinxy ... probably playing hide and seek with the nuns beneath the sheets.
Zirat laugh and raise a toast for their former companion.
To Jinx!

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Merrick's enpointe stance starts Aeron from the reverie of hot food and the warmth of the fire. His mouth full of trout and crumbs upon his chin, the priest nearly gags at the tension between Merrick and the newcomer Vaseda. Quickly swallowing his mouthful and taking a gulp of dark ale to wash it down, Aeron puts down his fork and sits back on the bench. "I confess, Vaseda, that your familiarity with us finds us ill at ease and full of suspicion. We've just returned from hard traveling and are perhaps a touch prone to testiness." Aeron eyes Merrick with caution. "I think a fuller explanation is in order." The priest, though happy to be inside with a warm meal, looks with no small degree of suspicion at Vaseda--which is simultaneously tinged with nervousness at the thought of what Sir Merrick might do at a moment's notice inside the Wench.

 

[Voadam]

A man of few words

Sir Merrick's eyes don't leave the elf as he asks the gladiator a question only he can answer. "Zirat. Anything?"

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

Oh ... yes.
The servant of Kord drops the mug on the table and concentrates.

*Detect evil on the newcomer

 

[Rhun]

[sblock=For Strahd]
The newcomer is not evil.
[/sblock]

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran downs his drink. "No worries, this elf is not a foe."

Sparks appear to dance across his deep, black irises and the rain appears to rise as mist from his curls.

"I'm positive you will prove me right, Vaseda," he adds, the corner of his mouth curling.

 

[renau1g]

Vaseda breathes an audible sigh of relief at the words of Ciaran, "So, where have you returned from that has so greatly threatened such a stalwart group of adventurers and what foes reside there?" the wizard asks, his eyes sparkling as he turns to conversation to what he is interested in.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Sir Merrick's eyes don't leave the elf as he asks the gladiator a question only he can answer. "Zirat. Anything?"

Approved.
Zirat calls to Merick and raise his mug once more. He drains the content and lift his hand for the maiden to fetch some more.