Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Maidhc O Casain]

"Let me take a look at him first . . . Meddyg places a comforting hand on the man's forehead, pulls up his eyelids to check pupils, and listens to his heartrate. He straightens once his examination is complete and looks to his patient's comrades. "It seems the poison has run its course; your friend should be fine with a few days to rest. I can fetch a priest, but he'll certainly tell you the same."

 

[Rhun]

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A quick examination tells Meddyg that the poison has already run its course, and that the elf simply needs to rest. He will fully recover with a day or two of rest.

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[Maidhc O Casain]

OOC: Previous post edited.

 

[Rhun]

As Ostler rushes to fetch food and drink from the kitchen, the dwarf looks over the tall, thin man with a suspicious eye. "Who are you, that knows about healing and poison?"

 

[Rhun]

"I'm sorry," says the barkeep. "It isn't worth getting involved with. Someone finds out I helped you, and then I have to worry about them burning down the hostel, and drowning me. Or something worse. You don't know who you are messing with." With that final warning, the barkeep turns away from Shoon to help the other customers at the bar.

OOC: Can I point out the irony of this post from 09/2008? And what happens...his hostel gets burned down.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

"I am Meddyg, a priest of Phaulkon. And unless I miss my guess, you are the very folk I was sent here to find." He extends his hand to the dwarf, waiting for an introduction, then to each of the others in turn.

 

[Rhun]

"I'm Bellus," says the dwarf, taking Meddyg's hand in a firm grip. "But I doubt you're seeking an unsavory type like myself. Likely you're looking for these fellows." The dwarf waives his hand at the others. "I just threw my lot in with them to stir up some trouble and find an old friend of mine."

 

[Rhun]

In short order, Ostler returns with breakfast. Plates of spicy, fried potatoes, chicken eggs, thick, crispy bacon, and warm biscuits (smothered in honey and butter) are quickly served up. A hearty brown ale accompanies the food.

Vaseda begins to stir, the smells of breakfast obviously overcoming the fatigue which had dropped him mid-step on the road.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

One of the party, Flan, wearing a traditional fringed leather outfit, smiles a greeting. "Phaulkon, you say? Very interesting, tell me more about your choice of patron. My name is Ciaran apCallain. Pleasure to meet you. Although why you are looking for us, I wonder. You are much more polite than most who look for us."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

"The pleasure is mine, Ciaran, and where I come from manners are sometimes all that prevent our tribes from slaughtering each other so they're of some importance to me." He smiles as he speaks the words, clearly conveying that he means no offense. "As a child I was . . . small. Not nearly the paragon of strength and valor that I am now." This with an easy tone of gentle self-mockery. "The Sky-Lord was a natural choice, and was bolstered by my early skill with the bow. I've been wandering this land, teaching small farmers and villagers the use of the bow and proper defense of their steadings. The lords of Furyondy heard of my work and approached me with the request that I seek out a group they've tasked with investigating a blighted temple. I'm hoping you are they."