Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick eyes the travel weary dwarf with a cool evaluation. The halfling's cowardly desertion led the knight to grim calculations as they prepare to once again assault the lair of evil. He cannot shake the feeling that spies are about even in comfy Hommlette and regrets the loss of Lord Krane bitterly. The knight has little patience for dancing games of cat and mouse intrigue. Still there is his duty.

The fair-haired man with silver eyes calls out to the dwarf "Hail wanderer. Come join us and I will spot you an ale. What news is there from the road?"

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat eyes the dwarf (Detect Evil) while playing with his mug without drinking it. The small figure reminded him of his little friend. The gladiator liked the Halfling, they were good friends and he took his leave with deep sorrowed.
We need to find a skilled lock picker and a scout
Zirat say to the friends around the table.
Maybe we can convince someone to help us, someone with pure heart or at least someone who wishes to destroy evil and never cower before a good battle.

 

[Rhun]

[sblock=For Zirat]Zirat detects no evil from the dwarf.[/sblock]

 

[Mark Chance]

The fair-haired man with silver eyes calls out to the dwarf "Hail wanderer. Come join us and I will spot you an ale. What news is there from the road?"

The dwarf grins and then groans to his feet, hoisting his pack, morningstar, and crossbow just long enough to move to the new seat. Along the way, he flips the plantinum coin to the fair-haired man.

"I'll see your ale," he says, "and raise you the next round. Name's Bellus. Just in from Greyhawk City. Not much news from the road, but I didn't stop to swap stories with too many folks." He scratches under his bearded chin. "What's the news from the village?"

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran sits in the back, carefully studying his book. He only looks up long enough to view the dwarf, only to return to his studies.

Ciaran notes the newcomer.​

Despite remaining silent, the slight curl of a joyful smile appears in the corner of his mouth.

[sblock=credit]
Photo by Eric Lafforgue.
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[renau1g]

Vaseda lifts his nose from the book in his hands and nods to the other newcomer, anticipating the questions to come from Sir Merrick, although a bit surprised at the others offer of companionship to the dwarf so readily. Ah well, another thought for another time, Vaseda thinks to himself.

 

[Rhun]

OOC: I had forgotten than Ciaran was originally from Tenh. Nice pic IVV, as always.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"What's the news from the village?"

"The village is quiet enough, save for prying eyes and wagging tongues. In that respect, at least, Hommlet is like any other close abode." Thinking better than to disclose the group's purpose, despite Sir Merrick's current earnest disposition, Aeron quiets a moment and falls to thought before continuing. "You look a hardy sort, Master Bellus. Our sixth left us only this evening, which ought to account for some of the dour moods at the table. Were you on your way elsewhere along the road, or were you looking for work? Should your circumstance prove the latter, you might find ready--if irksome--recompense in our companionship."

 

[Mark Chance]

Aeron quiets a moment and falls to thought before continuing. "You look a hardy sort, Master Bellus. Our sixth left us only this evening, which ought to account for some of the dour moods at the table. Were you on your way elsewhere along the road, or were you looking for work? Should your circumstance prove the latter, you might find ready--if irksome--recompense in our companionship."

Bellus scratches under his bearded chin. "Well, I'm not quite sure where I'm heading now that I'm here. Came to Hommlet as a favor for a friend. I'm looking for her son, and rumor has it he came this way looking for work. Told his mother I'd fetch him home before he gets himself hurt...even if I have to crack his skull and tie him to a mule to do it."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Aeron frowns as a fresh niggling worry sets itself in his mind. "Who's your friend? Perhaps we've seen him."