Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued
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Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Bellus returns after nodding thanks to the barkeep.
"Getting a prisoner," he says as he takes his seat, "isn't the problem. The problem is what to do with -- and to -- the prisoner once you've got him. Talked to the barkeep. He's seen Mick around. Said he's likely fallen in with 'black-cloaked brigands'. The name Redhand came up."
"Getting a prisoner," he says as he takes his seat, "isn't the problem. The problem is what to do with -- and to -- the prisoner once you've got him. Talked to the barkeep. He's seen Mick around. Said he's likely fallen in with 'black-cloaked brigands'. The name Redhand came up."
Rhun
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Aeron, Last Prophet of Caria [currently DMPC]
"Well, we know that many of the brigands serving the Temple wear black cloaks," says Aeron, taking another drink of his ale. "And we would welcome your aid in our next attempt to infiltrate that bastion of darkness, Master Dwarf. Perhaps our paths crossed for a reason?"
"Well, we know that many of the brigands serving the Temple wear black cloaks," says Aeron, taking another drink of his ale. "And we would welcome your aid in our next attempt to infiltrate that bastion of darkness, Master Dwarf. Perhaps our paths crossed for a reason?"
Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Bellus nods. "Could be, although I'm don't put much stock in fate. Still, it looks like we've got a common enemy and I've got a promise to keep. So, if that means you all need help cracking a few skulls then my experience as a bone-breaker could be just what's called for."
Rhun
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Ciaran apCallain [currently DMPC]
"Indeed," says Ciaran. "And perhaps we'll have better luck this next time around. While Deren will be missed, having Vaseda and Bellus with us may give us an edge over our for." He sips at his own drink, though the bitter ale was not particularly to his liking. "As to the idea of joining the bandits to infiltrate the Temple...I think that is easier said than done."
"Indeed," says Ciaran. "And perhaps we'll have better luck this next time around. While Deren will be missed, having Vaseda and Bellus with us may give us an edge over our for." He sips at his own drink, though the bitter ale was not particularly to his liking. "As to the idea of joining the bandits to infiltrate the Temple...I think that is easier said than done."
Rhun
First Post
As you sit talking and finishing your drinks, you notice that the serving wenches and barman have disappeared into the back room...you also note that many of the patrons of the place are leaving, and only a group of perhaps a dozen black-cloaked men are left behind. These men are slowly standing, weapons in hand.
[sblock=For ZIRAT, CIARAN, BELLUS]
Your eyes become heavy and your vision blurs, while a great feeling of fatigue begins to overwhelm you. With great stamina and effort, you shake off the effects of the fatigue. However, you notice Aeron, Merrick and Vaseda are not so lucky, as their eyes droop and their shoulder slump from fatigue.[/sblock]
[sblock=For AERON, MERRICK, VASEDA]
Your eyes become heavy and your vision begins to blur. You feel your body's overcome with a great sense of exhaustion. It is only with the greatest of effort that you stay awake...and for how long you can do that, you have no idea.
OOC: Each of you is now in an EXHAUSTED state.[/sblock]
[sblock=For ZIRAT, CIARAN, BELLUS]
Your eyes become heavy and your vision blurs, while a great feeling of fatigue begins to overwhelm you. With great stamina and effort, you shake off the effects of the fatigue. However, you notice Aeron, Merrick and Vaseda are not so lucky, as their eyes droop and their shoulder slump from fatigue.[/sblock]
[sblock=For AERON, MERRICK, VASEDA]
Your eyes become heavy and your vision begins to blur. You feel your body's overcome with a great sense of exhaustion. It is only with the greatest of effort that you stay awake...and for how long you can do that, you have no idea.
OOC: Each of you is now in an EXHAUSTED state.[/sblock]
Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
"Ah, hell," Bellus mutters. Then, louder: "If any of you can dispel what just hit us, now's a good time. Meanwhile, I'm going to see how much of their blood I can splash on the furniture."
The one-eyed dwarf starts to slide to his feet, hand on his morningstar. To the black-cloaked men he growls, "Walk away now and your boyfriends won't have to wear black to your funerals!"
The one-eyed dwarf starts to slide to his feet, hand on his morningstar. To the black-cloaked men he growls, "Walk away now and your boyfriends won't have to wear black to your funerals!"
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Wait!
The gladiator replies to the dwarf and turn his look to the bandits.
Lower your weapons and leave or face death from the champion of Chendl.
Zirat kicks the table on the side for cover and swings his chain in the air, any bandit who will approach him (range 10 ft.) will feel the might of the pitfighter.
The gladiator replies to the dwarf and turn his look to the bandits.
Lower your weapons and leave or face death from the champion of Chendl.
Zirat kicks the table on the side for cover and swings his chain in the air, any bandit who will approach him (range 10 ft.) will feel the might of the pitfighter.
Rhun
First Post
As the dozen black-cloaked brigands warily move toward you, their weapons drawn, a low, evil chuckle rumbles from the doorway of the hostel. Standing in the entryway to the taproom are two more foes, and by the looks of them they are no common brigands.
The first, the one who is laughing, is a fat, dark-skinned dwarf dressed in gray plate armor, bearing shield and waraxe. His head is bald, but his elaborately braided beard reaches below his belt. The numerous scars he bears and his calm, casual stance would indicate that he is a veteran of many battles.
"Stand down and surrender...per order of Supreme Commander Hedrak, we are charged with your capture. You are to be taken into the Temple for judgment. Defiance will be met with swift death!"
Behind the dwarf is a slender man, dressed in fine dark robes, trimmed and stiched with gold and silver threads showing intricate and arcane patterns. While his features are mostly hidden in the shadows of his cowl, he carries himself with an aura of power...he is mostly certainly a spellcaster of some type. While your thoughts immediately turn to the wizard you encountered beneath the Temple, you are certain this is not the same man.
The first, the one who is laughing, is a fat, dark-skinned dwarf dressed in gray plate armor, bearing shield and waraxe. His head is bald, but his elaborately braided beard reaches below his belt. The numerous scars he bears and his calm, casual stance would indicate that he is a veteran of many battles.
"Stand down and surrender...per order of Supreme Commander Hedrak, we are charged with your capture. You are to be taken into the Temple for judgment. Defiance will be met with swift death!"
Behind the dwarf is a slender man, dressed in fine dark robes, trimmed and stiched with gold and silver threads showing intricate and arcane patterns. While his features are mostly hidden in the shadows of his cowl, he carries himself with an aura of power...he is mostly certainly a spellcaster of some type. While your thoughts immediately turn to the wizard you encountered beneath the Temple, you are certain this is not the same man.
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