Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Rhun]

Merrick leads the way to a large table near the fireplace, where he can sit with his back against the wall. The fire flickers dimly, giving off but meager warmth. "Ale, all around" calls the knight to the wenches as you all take your seats. Soon enough, the bring a round of coppery colored ale, bitter and hoppy in flavor, and not particularly good.

 

[Rhun]

By your third round of ale, it is mostly dark outside, the sun having dipped behind the distant Lortmils. The taproom of the hostel gets busier, as rough-looking men begin to filter into the place: pirates, bandits and worse sorts.

 

[Rhun]

By your fourth round of ale, it is fully dark out. The taproom is once again packed, with the rough and tumble types you are so used to seeing within.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

Oh well ... back to the barn I guess.
The gladiator sigh

Zirat turns to the new comers that joined the party without being heard by the other bandits and pirates
Listen ... we tried to assault the temple several times to no avail. Maybe you can suggest a new plan?

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick looks around now that things have picked up. In particular he looks to see whether the dark haired elf maid Smigell the Redhand makes an appearance tonight, the bard Daryan is here, or the dark dwarf Jango shows his ugly face.

 

[Mark Chance]

Bellus leans forward. "So, you've been here before. What's the best approach for looking for my missing friend? In familiar surroundings, I'd just rattle a few trees to see what falls out, but here...." The dwarf shrugs. "Not sure if that's a good idea."

 

[Voadam]

Merrick indicates the one-eyed bar keep with a jerk of his head. "Rentsch sees those who come in here. Ask him. If you see an elf with dark hair, she recruits blades for ugly work. Her name's Redhand. Don't underestimate her. If you see her let me know. Same for a dark-skinned dwarf. He's a slaver I want to meet." Sir Merrick's eyes hold no warmth or sense of friendliness as he mentions these last two.

 

[Rhun]

Neither Redhand, Jargo, nor Daryan are present, at least not yet. Despite the crowd, it is still relatively early...still a couple of hours until midnight. Certainly though, there are no shortage of bandits, brigands, river pirates, thugs and sellswords in the place. You'd guess there are at least three dozen men, besides yourselves, currently in the taproom.

 

[renau1g]

Vaseda draws his robe tightly around himself as the others are discussing the various bandits in the tavern. After hearing Zirat mention tactics, the wizard lights up, "oh, well that is certainly a matter that can be discussed. I would suggest that we can take advantage of my summoned allies to take the brunt of any assault by the denizens of the temple." the elf replies.

 

[Mark Chance]

Bellus says, "Be right back," and gets up to approach the one-eyed Rentsch, putting a tight fist on his money purse along the way. Once to the bar, he gestures for Rentsch's attention while fetching a gold coin.

"I need another ale," Bellus says, "and I'm looking for a runaway kid." Bellus describes and names the wayward lad. "Of course, there's a finder's fee if you can help."