Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Rhun]

The tall, lanky barman pours the ale and sets the mug down with a heavy clank in front of the dwarf. "Seen lots of them types around here," he says with a shrug. "Got a name and description?"

 

[Mark Chance]

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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."

The tall, lanky barman pours the ale and sets the mug down with a heavy clank in front of the dwarf. "Seen lots of them types around here," he says with a shrug. "Got a name and description?"

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[Rhun]

OOC: Missed that! LOL.

 

[Rhun]

The barkeep scratches his head. "Yeah...Mick somethin' or the other. I remember him. Don't see many half-elves in these parts. I think he signed on with some of them black-cloaked brigands. Wanted to earn some fame and fortune." The man laughs. "Likely he'll find an early grave."

 

[Mark Chance]

The barkeep scratches his head. "Yeah...Mick somethin' or the other. I remember him. Don't see many half-elves in these parts. I think he signed on with some of them black-cloaked brigands. Wanted to earn some fame and fortune." The man laughs. "Likely he'll find an early grave."

Bellus chuckles humorlessly. "That'd be just like the little wanker. At least he'd not be a burden to his mother then. Hmm." The dwarf scratches under his eyepatch. "Brigands with black cloaks, huh? That some sort of local gang? How'd an interested party go about getting in touch with them?" Bellus slides another piece of gold across the bar. "Of course, discretion is my watch word when it comes to sources of information, unless, that is, a body'd want to be mentioned as a reference."

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick turns a baleful eye on Zirat. "No avail?" his voice grows colder "How many fewer ogres are left to prey on villagers and travellers. How many brigands have had to be recalled for protection instead of sent out marauding? Drink your ale and speak no more of despair in our cause. We bring death and destruction upon our enemies."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Sir Merrick turns a baleful eye on Zirat. "No avail?" his voice grows colder "How many fewer ogres are left to prey on villagers and travellers. How many brigands have had to be recalled for protection instead of sent out marauding? Drink your ale and speak no more of despair in our cause. We bring death and destruction upon our enemies."

Tell me my good friend.
Zirat reply as he raise his mug for a toast
Have we tried deception? Maybe we can join the bandits that rest in the temple dungeons and earn their trust?

 

[Rhun]

"If you're interested in work, talk to Redhand. She comes in once or twice a week, lookin' to hire swords and such." The barkeep shrugs, takes the coin and lowers his voice to a whisper, barely audible over the din in the place. "It is said that she and those she hires serve the Temple. Dark folk."

 

[renau1g]

Vaseda trust his fellows to lead the conversation and waits silently.

 

[Voadam]

Tell me my good friend.
Zirat reply as he raise his mug for a toast
Have we tried deception? Maybe we can join the bandits that rest in the temple dungeons and earn their trust?

"Perhaps, though I think they would be on the lookout for two men in heavy armor, one wielding a long chain, the other a glaive. I would not be surprised if by now they have a bounty for the ones who bring in our heads. What I wouldn't do for a live prisoner right now so we could verify it one way or the other."