ftp.ee.pdx.edu/2014.02.ftp.ee.pdx.edu.tar/ftp.ee.pdx.edu/pub/frp/Archives/1020

Internet Message Format | 1995-07-11 | 52KB

Path: usenet.ee.pdx.edu!news.netins.net!solaris.cc.vt.edu!news.duke.edu!news-server.ncren.net!concert!gatech!news.sprintlink.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!not-for-mail
From: [e-mail] (Lance Dooly)
Newsgroups: rec.games.frp.archives
Subject: STORY: The Tales of Dark Haven (Chapter 3)
Followup-To: rec.games.frp.misc
Date: 10 Jul 1995 15:03:36 -0400
Organization: Georgia Institute of Technology
Lines: 1230
Sender: [e-mail]
Approved: [e-mail]
Distribution: world
Message-ID: <3trti8$[e-mail]>
NNTP-Posting-Host: rodan.uu.net

------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------- The Tales of Dark Haven ---------------------------
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-                                                                            -
- These stories are from an on-going E-mail campaign, and are currently      -
- maintained by Lance Dooly ([e-mail]).  New stories will be  -
- posted in rec.games.frp.archives and are available for anonymous FTP       -
- at tfnet.ils.unc.edu in /pub/dark.                                         -
-                                                                            -
------------------------------------------------------------------------------

------------------------------------------------------------------------------
------------- Chapter 3: A Friendly Wager: Daggers and Dancing ---------------
------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After arranging lodgings at the Commons, the party think about moving
onto the Tavern ....

(Tatiana:)
"Gods! why don't we see a clothes maker before we hit the Tavern so I
can find some more comfortable clothes.  Looking around at some of the
scantily clad women around the town, she raised an eyebrow.  "I guess
I'll be showing a bit more skin in public, than I'm accustomed to.

Before going off to find some more suitable clothing, Tatiana chats
amiably to Shade .....

(Tatiana:)
Let's set up our sleeping quarters and head to the Tavern.  Should be
quite a party stirring up there tonight, what with a new boat load of
people.  Shade and I can sing a duet perhaps.  Say where is he?"

(Shade:)
"Here I am milady, and I'd be delighted to duet with such a lovely
partner" - then he casts around a half mock doubtful look - "Am I
saying something more than I meant to?" - he shrugs and grins a little

(Tatiana:)
She smiled inviting more flirtatious behavior "It's better than
playing alone" she said along the same lines as Shade had implied.

(Shade:)
The drow doubles in a deep bow taking off an imaginary plumed hat
"Any time you like, milady - he smiles, his green eyes wide in an
appreciatingly, but still mocking, glance at Tatiana's figure - just
ask and I'll be glad to tune my skills to match your melody."

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana curtsied as if she had a dress on instead of doe skin pants.
"Well then, I can't wait to make music together later tonight" She
said with and exaggerated batting of her eyelashes as if shy.

(Shade:)
OOC: Shade wanted to be as ambiguous as possible (yaz yaz;) But Mauro
     is an Italian guy: maybe my intentions have not been matched by
     my words.  Forgive me and try to follow my line of thought even
     if it is not so clearly stated.

(Tatiana:)
OOC: I think you're doing great!  It's definitely got two meanings :)

(Shade:)
"Anyway, Tatiana, I'll be honoured to sing and play with you. Besides,
what did you mean earlier when you mentioned sword dancing? A
simulated duel? I'd like it.  And throwing daggers.. Hmmm, I'm much
more apt at juggling them than at throwing them, but I'll try anyway
if you let me."

(Tatiana:)
"Indeed, by sword dancing I do mean a simulated duel to practice.  But
the grace and beauty of the swordplay is just as important as the
technique.  It's good practice too."

(Shade:)
Shades claps his hands happily "It's lovely Tatiana, say, may I call
you 'Ana?"

(Tatiana:)
"Sure, Silver does.  I do consider you a friend too, so you may have
that privilege as well."

(Shade:)
"I'd love to sword and non-sword dance with you: I may teach you a
couple of drow dances so tricky that are good practice even without
weapons."  - he smiles again flapping his long eyebrows in an
exaggeratedly flirtatious behaviour - "But dancing is just fine in
itself with such a pretty lady."

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana hesitated as Shade talked about non-sword dancing.  She didn't
detect lilt in his voice indicating it was the same banter they had
previously had.  The observant could tell worry crossed her face at
the thought of real dancing.

(Shade:)
Shade is a good observer. A puzzled expression flies through his face
for a moment, then, respectfully decides not to force the issue and to
ask Tatiana a little more about her feelings on dancing in a more
quiet environment.


While Tatiana and Shade talk of dancing, the others discuss their
plans ....

(Silver:)
"Well, friends, we have an auspicious start to our adventure. What say
we visit the Midnight Run or Wizards Plaza for some refreshment before
rejoining our companions later in the Commons."

(Tatiana:)
She kept her coin purse, longsword, daggers, and musical instruments
but left everything else at the Commons, to continue on to the Tavern
with Silver and Keilan.

(Kaeyar:)
After making arrangements at the Commons, Kaeyar would announce "I'm
going to the Citadel to check out jobs."  He then mumbles "come along
if you care to."  Kaeyar seems all in favor of meeting at the tavern
later.

(Arlon:)
Arlon says suddenly "Let's off to the Citadel, who is with me!"

(Shade:)
"I do think we all desire to check out for opportunities, Arlon, I
heard Kaeyar talking about going there himself" - he gestures slightly
toward the other elf - "It might be a good idea to split in two
groups: while one goes to the citadel the second can go to the tavern
trying to collect gossip. We can meet in an hour in the market to
search for new equipment for this hot climate."  Then in a nonchalant
tone "I myself would like to check the citadel but any suggestion is
accepted."

(Arlon:)
"Splitting into 2 groups sounds like a fine plan, and (using his
unique humor tone - slightly higher pitch and louder) if Kaeyar would
not mind traveling with such creatures as us elves - I would be
delighted."

"What say the rest of you"

(Shade:)
Shade will wait for the party to decide who is going where.

(Arlon:)
OOC: If I have time before the group goes to the Tavern, I would find
     out if there is a library or some place of knowledge that I could
     visit. Oh, 1 more thing, I need to get a thinner robe of the same
     style I have, so I will also look for someplace appropriate
     during my first run through this place.

(Arlon:)
OOC: okay since it seems that there is some interest in the Citadel,
     Arlon will 'lead' the way, followed by Shade and Kaeyar.

"Let's be off then to the Citadel"

(Shade:)
OOC: Shade would like to scan a little about the presence here of
     drow, bards, and shops here. If possible he will have a talk to
     the drow owning the shop.  First he will try to find out if he
     knows the other drow family or where he comes from, then he will
     ask him about this place: surroundings, opportunities, etc.

OOC: If there is a bard guild (but I do not think so ) he will go
     there to see if there is anything to be learned about local
     history and lore.

(Arlon:)
"Well Shade, how does this clime compare to your home, I hear it can
get hotter than this in the underworld if you happen to be near a
reservoir of the flowing fire rock"

(Shade:)
"The underworld can be a place of incomparable beauty: I have been
more than once levitating high above such flowing fire just to compose
the music for the show the shadows cast by the waves of heat coming
from melted rock."  - a dreaming expression on his face -"You can
almost forget the deadliness of lava lost in the beauty of the shadow
and music performance."  Then he chuckles "And it can be much more
comfortable than this damp climate if you wear the right magical
ring."

(DM:)
(P.S. The Citadel was not open yet, as all guards and the lord and his
retinue were at the dock and helping unloading and talking to clerical
representatives of the orders of Lathander, Selune and Tymora about
setting up temples here, so those who went to check that out just had
a pleasant stroll through the village.  You noticed some things
though.  There is a shop half underground called 'The Vault' reputedly
belonging to a drow, there is a construction company of three dwarven
brothers 'Goldenaxe Construction' and you passed a large house where
the Iron Throne representative buys and sells goods for transport
between the continents. You notice that the only local metal is
copper, and those who have been here longer wear bronze armor, others
have iron repaired with bronze.  Arrow heads and other weapons are
also bronze.  There seem to be enough shops to furnish all your needs,
though prices for home items are HIGH. Recurring items in payments
seem to be golden necklaces and bracelets of distinctly alien design,
or pearls in colors you ain't never seen before.  Steel pieces also
seem common. You get the feeling this place will take quite some
getting used to :).

(Arlon:)
After finding the Citadel shut, he will suggest going to the Wizard's
Plaza (where else):

"Well lets see what the brew is like here, I will probably have to
make my own to be satisfied; but there is always a chance - Maybe the
Wizard's Plaza will be the first."


The rest of the party are making their way to the Tavern as well .....

(Dithion:)
On the way to the Tavern, he wanders off into the 'crowd'.  You only
notice he is gone after you get to the tavern.

(DM:)
In the temple area, the place is only staked out so far, and square
foot 'bricks' lay stacked, ready to be used. On a few bricks artists
are chiseling scenes of the arrival here of the first colonists, with
the benevolently smiling Tymora watching over the settlers. A dwarf
and some gnomes and humans are standing around measuring and arguing
how best to begin this task, some of the humans wearing clerical robes
and looking exasperated at the easy going and to their 'civilized'
minds disrespectful attitude of the dwarf and his gnome masons. You
see the shocked expression on one of the cleric's faces when the dwarf
sez: "No ya boneheaded priest, ya got yer shit all wrong.  You might'n
be a good priest 'n all, but trust me 'n my buddies. When it comes to
buildin crap, we is da best.  Us knows what we'r doin."

(DM:)
When Dithion mentions to the dwarves (two of the brothers are in the
middle of cutting a huge slab of stone into 'bricks') he is interested
in having a building built 'at least the size of the commons', the
dwarves begin rolling on the floor laughing. When one of them finally
catches his breath (the other keeps laughing uproarishly) he sez:
"Joking me you must be. NO one has the money or assets to have such
work done now, and anyways, the time would take long. Orders for the
next three moons we have already. Enough masons here there be not for
such a project between the temples and houses to be built already.
Your dreams take somewhere else, or speak to a wizard must you."
After you left, the laughing of the two dwarves follows you for quite
some distance, and those who overheard your conversation point and
snigger at you.

(Dithion:)
Dithion frowns at the laughing dwarves, but says nothing.  Instead he
turns and leaves, chuckling himself.  He goes to the tavern.

(DM:)
On the way to the Tavern, those who visit the wide see stalls
everywhere. They are offered wares of all kinds. Local stuff you do
not recognise, bracelets and necklaces of alien design sold as battle
trophies by adventurers, pieces of Death Deer roasted over a fire
offered as the tastiest you ever had. Also stuff from home. You see
locals exchange much in gold and wares for true steel armor and
weapons from Waterdeep. Also some people have staked out pieces here
to build their own new houses. It seems, and when you inquire this is
confirmed, that those unable to pay for the rent at the Commons can
just camp out at the wide during the nite. One grizzled trapper warns
you: "Sure, 'n 'tis free 'n all, but ya wouldna believe how COLD dis
place gits wen da sun shows its face no more."

(Tatiana:)
"Cold or not sounds like I'll be camping in the wide before too long!"

(Tatiana:)
"I'll meet you at the Tavern in a little while.  I'm going to try and
find a clothing shop.  I want to purchase some more appropriate
clothing for this heat."

(DM:)
At the Tavern, most of the party have already met ....

The sun is still warm, even though it is already eight o'clock at
night.  The chairs and tables are filled to capacity, though those of
you who headed here early kept some seats open for the rest of you.
(Those who have visited Europe, imagine the beach-side terraces of
bars on the Mediterranean during high-summer for atmosphere and
crowdedness)

(DM:)
About how broke you guys are. You should each have around 5 gold or
less left.  Considering drinks are only a few coppers (one or two,
maybe up to a silver for the fancy stuff), I will not bother with
that, however, for paying up at the commons..... And those who bought
clothes should also subtract from their funds

(Dithion:)
After a short while he reappears, and sits down.  Then says, "Any news
found here?"

(DM:)
Everyone is very friendly, and even though you have to climb/step over
many people to get to your seats, they are not upset, though will
grumble if you caused them to spill their drinks. The place is buzzing
with conversations, ranging from newcomers discussing their new
environment to oldtimers telling stories of the day and making fun of
the foolish newcomers.

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana was the last to enter the Tavern of the group.  She had
changed her clothing in the mean time.  She had on extremely short
legless pants that showed off her derriere nicely.  Her muscularly
toned legs moved gracefully and a hush followed her as she walked into
the room.  It wasn't that Tatiana was unmatched in her beauty for
there definitely were more beautiful women around.  It was the way she
moved and the way she treated people that gave her that extra edge.

She had on some strange new top that the other local women were
wearing.  It clothed the breasts but only barely and was held in place
with two thin pieces of fabric one around the neck and one around the
back.  Her long black hair was tied in a pony tail that hung down her
back and stopped at the small of her back.  She now had on sandals
too.  Around her waist was her belt that still had on her longsword
sheath and the brace of daggers was still attached.  Her lute was
slung over her shoulder.

(Shade:)
Shade chokes himself with the water he is drinking at such a sight.
Then he mocks himself, chuckling "It have been too long ago, drow, you
are becoming too sensitive to female beauty...."

(Silver:)
You will notice that around the others player characters she has taken
to leaving her hood down much more than before, and beneath her cloak
you can see a simple yet attractive silken robe. Her face is
attractive, and the robe moves fluidly indicating a very lithe body
beneath. She does not join in with the banter that others seem to be
enjoying, but does not object to any of it either.

(DM:)
You figure about three hundred people are gathered here total. Many of
the locals are Rangers or other woodsmen types. A druid here and
there.

(Silver:)
Silver will introduce herself to one of the characters who look like
druids.  She will smile and study the eyes of the druid intently.

"My kind fellow, the blessing of Mielikki be on your domain.  Is there
 truly a number of grove-fellows in this land ? Pray tell how you have
 fared in such a strange and wonderful land. Yours must truly be a
 story to be heard."

(DM:)
When Silver talks to a druid, he offers to accompany her for a drink
at the party's table.  When seated he orders a white wine and explains
some things to you rookies.

He introduces himself as Tier Breche.

When Arlon mentions the Citadel being shut, he says "Well tryin to go
fer the Citadel ain't gonna do ye any good now.  Tomorrow they'll put
posts outside 'n have tables outside where ye can inquire fer
possibilities of employment and whatnot."

When some of you mention your doubts on the safety of your gear at the
commons.  "Fear not. I wuz among the first to be here, and I have
never yet heard of a single copper gersh bein stolen there. Greedy
Thorn may be, but true to his promises he is too."

(Tatiana:)
"Who'd worry about a missing copper when the old coot's charging a
full gold?"  Tatiana added sarcastically.

(Arlon:)
"I wonder if we will get to see or even meet this mage Mendahl
Wyvernspur, to form the Pentagon from the rock is even above my
skill."


(DM:)
When Arlon voices his awe over Mendahl Wyvernspur and his desire to
meet him, Tier Breche turns around in his chair scoping out the
customers in the place, and suddenly points.  "That there is him. See
the tall guy with the dark hair and the shimmering silver tunic?
That's him. He is here every day. Very friendly with Adara Jheale, the
owner of this place. She used ta be a thief of sorts, who called
herself Midnight. Mendahl is a very powerful sorcerer.  Sometimes
called the Enforcer, as he is the main threat keeping this place from
falling into chaos. He was on the wrong side of a power struggle among
some Cormyrian nobles, and got basically exiled here."

(Arlon:)
I will ask Tier Breche if he has ever spoken to Mendahl and if so, is
he easy to talk to or standoffish.

(DM/Tier Breche:)
"Mendahl Wyvernspur? A friendlier fellow is rarely met. He was bitter
at being exiled, but decided to make the best of it. He considers all
here to be his children, and takes good care of them."

(Arlon:)
If Tier says he is easy to talk to or has no idea I will wait for a a
break in the action and walk to a point near Mendahl and Adara and try
to get myself noticed.

(Shade:)
OOC: I do not know if is possible for a bard to be so interested in
     magic but I'll follow Arlon in his questioning at the mage.

(DM:)
Amongst the other villagers and adventurer types present are some
professionals (blacksmiths, leather workers, bakers and all those
kinds of things that make a village work), and you recognize about
eighty percent of those who came with you guys on your ship also
present. You wave to some vague acquaintance here and there. There
appear to be some nine girls who work as waitresses at this place.
They are quite nimble, and weave their way through the crowd as though
the place were empty. As soon as you are all seated, one will come up
to you and ask for an order.

(Kaeyar:)
"No thank you, miss, I will not have anything right now."

(Dithion:)
When the waitress comes for his order, he smiles and says, "I will
have a mug of your finest ale!"  He laughs, then stops, and says,
"Wait!  Sorry, could you just bring me a water?"  He hands her a
silver coin, muttering, "for your trouble."  His face turns a bit red.
He watches everyone around him with interest.

(DM:)
Those already waiting for the rest already were sipping at some drink
of their fancy. You all take in the view of the sea, with the island
inside the bay. A breathtaking view.  (If any of you guys were ever in
St. Raphael or Frejus or some such place, you will get the picture.
Deep blue sea, sun low, glistening off the waves....)

(Tatiana:)
"To even think about building the Pentagon from magic - well - that is
certainly beyond my skill, I'm just a tinkerer. We might want to work
out some arrangement for spell trading if we are going to be here too
long."

(Arlon:)
Arlon responds: "Very good Tatiana, I would be willing to share my
knowledge of the mystic arts with those of you who have interest in
it."

(Shade:)
An immediate sparkle of interest gleams in Shade's eyes "I do think
you'll have very little to learn from us, Arlon, but if you will be so
kind to share your lore with us, I'll be glad to do the same."

(Tatiana:)
"My spell book is back in the Commons.  Maybe we can compare spells
later tonight and discuss trading?"

(Arlon:)
"It will probably be a bit late for that and in the morning the mind
will be much sharper" - humorous tone - "as long as you don't down too
much ale."

(Keilan:)
At the discussion of various magic: "Such a fickle friend magic is.
Able to do whatever you ask until someone else asks it not to.  I'm
half wary of it, just from what I've heard you say.  If I knew more,
I'd probably leave it be altogether."

(Kaeyar:)
Kaeyar shrugs at all this talk of sharing magic.



The talk turns back to the high prices required by Thorn at the
Commons, and where the party could actually afford to sleep .....

(DM:)
Some things that the party has found out during the last few hours ....

Rhuleck's Farm is a fortified Kraal about six hours trip inland.  It
is a cooperative farm, similar to those the Israeli's set up. You get
food and shelter for your work and aid in the defense of the place. It
is like a big family, but from what you understand, you would be
forced to work hard at mundane work. Though gratifying in its own way,
it is not the life of a free adventurer.

(Falrun:)
"As to the discussion of what to do next, I too am in favor of
checking out the farm.  The Commons is way over priced for my taste
and hardly worth a fraction of the cost.  Afterwards I think the best
course would be to check at the citadel for news of deeds to be
accomplished."

(Kaeyar:)
"Aye, I've heard of arrangements like this, where life is so expensive
that just getting by can leave you owing your employer more than you
can earn by working for him...

"This farm sounds of interest, but I'd remind you all of what the lord
of this settlement said -- the laws are strict inside these walls, but
outside them, anything goes.  In a place like this, there'll be some
desperate and ruthless people out there.  I'd much rather be out
camping or somesuch; but with both local and imported predators, I'd
rather get a better idea of the dangers before going that route."

(Tatiana:)
"Doesn't sound like the place I want to be.  And I'm not much into
staying in the commons for long.  I don't know the first thing about
building houses either. I guess I really didn't think this trip
through all too well." Tatiana griped.

(DM/Tier Breche:)
When some of the party mention maybe camping outside the village walls
he smiles sadly.  "Only the most powerful of adventurers have done
that and lived to tell the tale.  There are too many dangers out there
to stay outside for long without them catching up to you. A few days
with luck perhaps. As a place to stay? Nay I would not do it."

(Tatiana:)
"Looks like we better start thinking of building a home soon.  It's
that or find the money to commission one to be built for us."

(Keilan:)
"Hmmm, but then who has that kind of money?  In the long run, a house
would be much cheaper and better but it'll take time to build so we'd
all better get used to sleeping in the wide.  For myself, I think I
know how to deal with the cold nights..." (big grin) "I could probably
construct a simple shelter given a few hours and a few saplings, but
it'd just be a hunter's rainbreak, not a proper living space."

"On the other hand, if the work around here pays well enough, there is
the distinct possibility that Thorn's prices may seem a little
better."

(Kaeyar:)
"Has anyone considered building a house if none are for sale?  I've
never done such a thing, but it might be worth the attempt what with
Thorn's prices.  Anyone here know some carpentry?"

(Dithion:)
Later to the others, "It looks as if we will be based here, so I
wouldn't mind getting in on building a house.  I can contribute with
money and labor, if the rest of you are interested.  It might be
expensive, though."

(Kaeyar:)
"Aye, myself as well.  Would that I knew some carpentry," he says with
a sigh.  "But I'm more than willing to donate most of what I have in
my pocket now, and move to just sleeping out at the Wide.  One good
thing that comes of having elven blood is that we're less susceptible
to extremes of temperature, and I have no great love of being within
stone walls anyway.  Aye, I may even move to sleeping at the Wide
regardless of what we decide to do in the long run"

"In time, I could manage some magical stonework; nothing of the nature
that Wyvernspur has managed, but enough to make sections of stone
wall.  Two problems, though -- I'm not yet skilled enough to use the
spell, and if any mage who knew how to dispel the magiks of others
knew about it, the wall could be gone at their bidding."

(Keilan:)
Keilan turns to Tier Breche and asks "I don't suppose you could fill
me in on these here woods?  What's bad to eat, what's the best place
to find game, that sort of thing?  I hear these forests are a little
wilder than those back home."

(Kaeyar:)
Kaeyar listens carefully to anything Tier Breche has to say in answer
to Keilan's questions about the local wilderness.

(DM/Tier Breche:)
"You ask me what kind of forest creatures we have here? Well, most are
actually quite edible, but they are more ferocious than those back
home. One should be warned though, that here the very trees can come
alive, plants may attack you, and they are of evil mood, unlike the
treants of our own gentle forests. Some small creatures, like the blue
lightning, are very stealthy but deadly. It takes a trained eye to
spot one slithering up to your campsite in the dark."

(Tatiana:)
"I bet Surviving in woodlands is the same no matter where you go.
It's the living comfortably that's the trick.  And I don't think we're
going to be comfortable too often."

(Shade:)
"I do not think we can still take any decision about how and where we
will stay in the next days." - Says the drow to the companions -
"Let's see at the citadel tomorrow, the way we will decide to get our
livings will enforce also where and how we will camp/lodge/
whatever-will-be.  Let's have a good time tonight. We have to
celebrate the beginning of a new party, tomorrow we shall see what's
going to be of ourselves."

(Arlon:)
"Well said Shade", Arlon raises his small (unique) mug, "A toast then
- to us, the Intrepid, may our friendships grow along with our items
and wealth, and may fortune follow us as we chart this strange new
world."

(Shade:)
"Fame and fortune to all of us - the drow raises his big cup of fruit
juice - and may the silver lady look benignly upon us."

(Silver:)
Silver responds ... "Indeed Shade, you show a deal of wisdom. I also
feel we would all be best going to the Citadel tomorrow, and deciding
upon our actions then."

(Dithion:)
Dithion listens quietly to Tier Breche. When he is done, and there is
a place for him to say something, Dithion says, "If you don't mind, I
have a couple of questions, Tier Breche.  It would seem we will be
heading to the citadel tomorrow, but I am curious as to the types of
jobs they usually have.  Do you have an idea?  Or does it just depend?
I suppose what I am asking is whether there is more here than guard
duty, and hunting the savages."

(DM/Tier Breche:)
"The Citadel is where ye can get yer payment on accomplished goals.
Some standing things though, there are always people needed to guard
the daily food-shipments from Rhuleck's Farm. There is also a standing
bonus for killed natives that come too close."

(Tatiana:)
"I wonder what magical abilities the natives have?  Shamans maybe?  I
doubt if there will be any wizardly interests out there." Tatiana said
nodding towards the jungle outside the walls of the town.

(DM/Tier Breche:)
"The natives? Yes they live somewhere. From what a priest gathered
from talking to a dead one, we are situated on one of their borders.
To the North of here they possess a vast Empire of many cities and
villages. There are only one or two small villages in the vicinity
here. We have taken to a rough stance here, making them believe we are
also only the border of a vast empire, and they should expand in
another direction. If it works we shall see."

This last said with a dubious look.


Tier Breche then bids the party goodnight and leaves ...

(Silver:)
"If we find some way of obtaining suitable accommodation after we visit
the Citadel tomorrow, then we should go for it. Otherwise, I wish,
like Kaeyar, to sleep in the Wide."

(Falrun:)
Falrun offers his opinion that we should stay at the Commons until
better accommodations can be arranged.  In the morning we should look
for work at the citadel and find out just what kind of work is needed
and what kind of pay is offered.


Talk turns back to skill with daggers and swords .....

(Falrun:)
"Tatiana, Kaeyar, Keilan, and Shade, with all this talk of competition
going on, I hope there is room for me to join in the festivities.  I
may not be able to beat any one of you but I certainly would enjoy the
opportunity to try.  You name the game and I'll play."

(Tatiana:)
"Why Falrun, of course you're invited to participate.  Why don't we
start with dagger throwing.  I'll wager a golden crown I hit more
bullseyes in the same amount of time against anyone.  With that she
lifted a fold of her sweat-soaked formerly fluffy blouse to reveal a
brace of 6 daggers.

(Shade:)
"Bet accepted" - the drow looks dubious at his companions - "I do
think I'm going to lose money tonight, but sometimes you have to pay
for your fun."

(Kaeyar:)
At the talk of knife-throwing, Kaeyar would draw a dagger from the
half-dozen on his belt, flip and toss it a bit, resheath it, smile and
nod. Kaeyar gladly tosses a coin into the ante.

(Keilan:)
At the mention of the wager:
"Ah, no.  Count me out.  I'd be happy to throw for fun.  But you
evidently are richer or more confident than I.  Perhaps once you've
come to a conclusion of who the victor is I shall try my hand at it,
but not at your prices.  Even Thorn does not ask so much for so
little."

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana grinned, "A full two time spans to throw as many daggers as
you can.  But only the ones that hit the target count.  We'll throw
from the longest range to make it more interesting."

Tatiana went about setting up a little target range for the group to
have their challenge.

(Falrun:)
Falrun replies to Tatiana, "The dagger is not a weapon that I have
used often, but I am willing to accept your challenge.  Then maybe
later we can match swords, better yet, let the winner name the next
game."

(Tatiana:)
"Nay good sir, the loser should have that opportunity to keep things
fair" Tatiana said as she set a wooden plank in the ground and
places two marks on it with her dagger.  "Between these two marks on
this board is the target" She then started to pace off 30 yards.

(Arlon:)
About the dagger throwing, Arlon would enjoy watching his new
companion's skill.

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana walked back from the makeshift target, and drew a line in the
sand at the longest range a dagger could be thrown reliably.  She took
a few deep breaths and focused on the target.  "Two time spans,
someone give me a count" she said without taking her eyes off the
target.

Someone spoke up "Begin!  1..."

Then a blur of action as she reached to her belt where her brace of
daggers were, and one after another all 6 daggers went flying towards
the target.

....2. Stop!"

She looked out at the target with satisfaction.  It was peppered.
"You're up Falrun."

(Falrun:)
Falrun steps up to the mark and remarks to Tatiana, "Your throw is
mighty impressive.  Mayhaps I have bitten off more than I can chew.
Before taking my turn I'll need to borrow your daggers. By your leave,
milady?"

Taking the daggers, Falrun calls for a count.  Not being so skilled he
is only able to throw four daggers and only two actually hit the
target.  He looks puzzled at the two remaining daggers as if he's not
quite sure why he's still holding them.  After a moment he just shrugs
and walks to the target.

After picking up the erring daggers and cleaning them on his breaches,
he hands them back to Tatiana saying, "You have truly bested me, dear
lady.  Maybe next time you will not be so successful.  If nobody does
worse than that poor performance it will be my choosing for the next
contest.

There is one more question that I have, What do you do in a pitched
battle after you've thrown your sixth dagger?"  Falrun says with a
slightly amused chuckle.

(Tatiana:)
She looks a bit confused at this comment. "If they're still standing I
consider running.  Then again if I have trusted comrades at my side I
use this" she says as she pats her plain longsword at her side.  "And
I'm quite good with it too" she added with a smile as if in challenge.

(Kaeyar:)
Kaeyar's jaw drops as he watches Tatiana's knife-throwing performance,
one of the few times anyone has seen him without a scowl or a smirk on
his face.

OOC: Kaeyar's player is kinda confused by this too.  I started looking
     through the player's handbook to see how many daggers I could
     personally throw per round; table 45 tells me 2 per round, but
     the section "Rate of Fire" in the Combat chapter says 3 per
     round.  Of course, I have the first printing of the 2nd edition,
     which has some errata.

OOC: I'll assume I can just get off 2 per round; also I assumed when
     rolling that I was throwing at AC 10 from long range.  I'm *not*
     a rules weeny, really, I just want to be fair here!)

(Tatiana:)
OOC: I'll tell you how I did it.  Table 45 is correct in 2 per melee
     round The description of rate of Fire is in error.  It should
     read 2 daggers per melee round or 3 darts.  Tatiana used to be a
     warrior before becoming a Bard.  She took advantage of
     specialization for a couple of weapons.  Daggers was one of them.
     So table 35 says 3 per round for a fighter between the levels of
     1-6.  so you know I'm somewhere in that range.  I'm working on
     the fact that you can only have one specialization at first level
     and could take a second in a weapon you already know at 3rd and
     you can't save unallocated slots.

     I'm not a rule lawyer I just play one :)

(Kaeyar:)
Kaeyar's first shot hits dead-center, with the blade burying far into
the target; letting out a self-satisfied "heh," he launches the next
blade.  But this one hits the target pommel-first and clatters to the
ground. His confidence shaken a bit, the next two daggers are on the
mark but did not sink very deeply into the target.

Grumbling, he flips a coin to Tatiana, and quietly retrieves his
daggers.  He then sits quietly, trying not to look like he's sulking.

(Tatiana:)
"Don't feel bad.  I'll buy a round for good sportsmanship. Honestly, I
just wanted to prove to you I'm good with blades.  That way you could
trust me when things get hot.  I'm as good with a long sword too.  I
just don't have the strength of you men to back it up."

(Falrun:)
"I suppose it's Shade's turn now?"


(DM:)
The sun is low, and as you sit at the Tavern you all discuss the
landing and the events of the day so far. You are surprised at the
good quality of the food and drinks of the place.

(Kaeyar:)
After having eaten a hearty meal (with some of whatever drink is the
cheapest -- "ah, a uniquely revolting drink - care for some,
Tatiana?"),

(Tatiana:)
"Why is it that when something tastes awful.  You always give it to
someone and say 'here taste this! it's gross'?"

(Kaeyar:)
"Why, Tatiana, without pain one would have nothing to measure pleasure
against!"  Kaeyar takes a big swig, grimaces, and laughs.



Meanwhile, outside the Tavern, an owl flies ....

(Tatiana:)
Tuft had finished hunting and grooming himself afterwards and winged
his way back to Tatiana.  He had left the zone which let him feel
truly connected to her, but that was the price for good hunting.  He
had seen many strange and interesting things in this new world and
couldn't wait to get back to tell Tatiana about it all.

He circled close to the building with lots of noise coming from it.
He knew Tatiana was inside by the empathic connection the two had with
each other when they were close.  He silently landed on the roof top
and waited for her to leave later.  He was quiet all evening and
listened to the sounds of a new world.



Later on that evening, as the party relax after a good meal ....

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana pulled out her lute out of the case and placed the case open
on the table nearby.  She then started to strum a tune.  "What do you
want to sing, Shade?"

(Shade:)
The bard takes his strange instrument out of the case, then he smiles
at Tatiana "Go on on any song you like, I'd like to weave on your
music just to start. Later on I can sing you a fictitious ballad I
composed some time ago: it's called 'Heroes of the Chamber'."

OOC: You won't believe this but I got caught in my own ambiguity: I
     really wrote the beginning of a ballad called Heroes of the
     Chamber about an adventure in Greyhawk: the chamber was the top
     council of an evil race of psionic beings.

With a wide grin, he says "Sometime I've better be more attentive at
what I say. Anyway, let's take it as a not so mildly coarse pun."

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana laughed appreciatingly at Shade's humour. "What kind of
instrument is that?  I don't think I've ever seen anything like it
before."

Tatiana started a frolicking tune that caught peoples attention and
started their toes a tappin'.  Title "A whale of a tale"

(Shade:)
The drow listen to the song for less than half a minute, then begins
inserting a second line of melody tightly interlocked with Tatiana's.
The melody is played by two instruments: Shade's baritone voice and
his balalaika-like guitar that sounds... well, you have never ever
listened to anything similar.

OOC: It sounds just like a fender Strat with or without overdrive and
     wha-wha.  after a beginning with notes liquid, long and a little
     eerie, it takes rhythm and tempo to become a much more
     tavern-song like.

(Tatiana:)
  "Weeell, It's a whale of a tale. I'll tell ya lad.
  "It's a whale of a tale or two-oo......"

  ...

  "Well, Blow me down and pick me up.  She was the Captains wife ..."


(Kaeyar:)
After the "Whale of a Tale" song, and the conversations/actions above
are resolved, he'd quietly leave without a word; if you weren't
watching Kaeyar, it might be a few moments before you notice he's
gone.

(Falrun:)
When the song reaches the end to general applause, Falrun leans over
and asks Tatiana if she would care to dance.  "It has been many moons
since I've had a good dance, would you care to join me Tatiana?"

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana genuinely blushed and hesitantly answered "I'd love to, but I
don't know how.  I'm usually doing the singing and entertaining.  Not
being entertained."  She stopped and waited expectantly to see if
Falrun would rescind his offer and accept her excuse.

(Shade:)
A wicked smile appears on the bard's face. He turns to wink at the
companions but not to be seen by Tatiana and Falrun "I can play for
you Tatiana, I know some dance music that I think you'd like"

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana was too nervous to notice the smile on Shade's face, but worry
about embarrassing herself was very evident on her face.

(Falrun:)
Falrun accepts the response from Tatiana and turns to Silver, "Maybe
you would care to join me in a dance, especially to such lovely music
that our bards are able to produce."

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana smiled ever so slightly in apology.  Only the most observant
would discern she was disappointed.

(Silver:)
Silver responds to Falrun by touching his cheek gently with her hand.
"You have a very kind nature, Falrun, and I thank you for the offer.
However I dance to different music than this". Silver's eyes mist over
for a moment, and then return to look at Falrun once more. "I am sorry
Falrun, but I must decline your offer. Let us talk more tomorrow,
perhaps"

(Tatiana:)
She then leaned over to Whisper in Silvers ear.
[Only sent to Silver: "I'm so embarrassed.  I don't know how to behave
like a real lady like you.  I only know how to behave like one of the
guys exchanging banter back and forth.  But that's from hanging out in
Taverns like this one.  I've never been with a man and don't know how
to handle all of this attention from real gentlemen."]

(Arlon:)
Well, being that Arlon is a very observant elf plus the fact his eyes
would continue to fix on Tatiana and Silver (mainly Tatiana from what
it looks like she is wearing) as he scans the room.

Arlon will stroll over to Tatiana and say: "M'lady, I am a poor
substitute for Falrun; but if you wish to dance I can oblige you" Then
whispering to her "Plus you could always cut in with Falrun when we
get close to him."

(Tatiana:)
"But I don't know how.  I'll make a fool of both of us."  As everyone
looked skeptically at her.  "Really I've never danced in all my life I
wouldn't know what to do with my feet."  She then looked questioningly
at Arlon and chewed on the side of her bottom lip.

OOC: I'm trying for apprehension here.  Sorta like when you were a
     teenager and were afraid to ask your first girl out on a date.
     Real hesitant.

(Arlon:)
Arlon replies (trying to use a encouraging tone): "A fool, NEVER - you
will be like a swan on a lake" Then bowing down to her, offering his
hand, he whispers "Just follow my lead, I'll coach you and we can
start slow."

(Keilan:)
Keilan joins in the conversation, calling out "I take then that you
haven't seen a swan land on a lake.  Ungainly creatures.  And not very
tasty either."

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana's eyes widen with dread as Keilan talks of ungainly creatures.
She looks to Arlon with a pleading look, but he was saying something
back to Keilan.

(Arlon to Keilan:)
Arlon is using a voice different than his plain talk - it fluctuates
in pitch and intensity and you may hear a little chuckle in it also:

"My dear Keilan, I have seen many such things and more, many more
things than even a man of your talents could have; but I did not say
anything about the swan landing - I said 'on' which means the swan was
already there. After dancing with Tatiana I can instruct you on verb
tenses" using a more serious voice "but the most important thing is,
Tatiana is far from ungainly."

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana's look of dread lessened significantly at the compliment from
Arlon.  The small smile on her face masking her nervousness was for
Arlon alone.

(Keilan to Arlon:)
"Then I think your age must be clouding your mind, for though she may
yet be a swan on the lake, she is now just approaching it on the wing.
Don't condescend to think you have to teach me of language until you
take a grasp on reality.  I was once an inexperienced dancer at the
hands of my sisters.  I know all too well the foolishness of the first
dance.  And the second...and the third... But off with you two!  Dance
until you can stand no more.  I will sit and make my own judgment of
her skill."

and now in low, accented elvish: "You have no idea what I have seen,
long-lived one."

(Arlon:)
I am assuming that the tone of this is a little harsher than a jest -
has a little bit of sting to it.  Arlon will still be in his humour
tone; but he will watch for any tenseness (is that a word) in Keilan's
face.

"Reality? Perhaps your mind is clouded by ale; of course my mind may
be clouded, but it is not by age my friend - it would be by beauty!"
   **then a more serious tone here**
"You speak of foolishness - is it foolish then to increase in your
talent, is it foolish to learn a new skill, was it foolishness that we
learned to walk?!  The first, second, third and following tries are
necessary for these. Nay, the only foolishness is not to do, for then
you remain an infant stuck on your back and your life nothing more
than waiting for death."

(Keilan:)
Keilan seems a little less lighthearted after speaking with Arlon and
shifts about uncomfortably in his seat.  While the dancing continues,
he calls to a serving girl, and demands a cup of ale (his first
tonight). After receiving his drink, he takes a long pull at it and
closes his eyes.  He sits back in his chair and remains there, eyes
closed, unless someone disturbs him.

(Tatiana:)
"Gentleman please.  I only consented to dance if it was going to be
fun.  And if you keep up this line of folly then I think my mood may
change."  She then gives Arlon's arm a tug and Keilan a scolding look
that said 'Don't make this any worse than it already is!'.

Both men smiled their apologies and Arlon escorted Tatiana to the
dance floor where the incident was soon forgotten.

(Tatiana:)
Before Tatiana takes Arlon's arm ready to dance, she hesitates and
says "One moment," as she unhooked the belt that held her plain
longsword and brace of six daggers.

She then laid her lute aside and other instruments.  "Shade, I trust
you'll keep an eye out for my things?  Play something easy please"

(Shade:)
The drow smiles warmly "I'll surely oblige 'Ana" - he winks - "Good
luck on your first dance lesson."

(Tatiana:)
She then took Arlon's hand and let him lead her out to a clearing
where the could dance.  She looked to Arlon questioningly with puppy
dog eyes.  "What do I do now?" she asked as she waited for Shade to
start his music.

(Arlon:)
Well without going into too much detail I will tell/show her the
basics like a box step, telling which foot and when - oh the position
is the old hand on hip, hand in hand , hand on shoulder thing (don't
know if everyone un-roleplay-wise knows this) - try to maintain the
same distance between each other - so if I go forward she goes back
and vice versa.  I will give her verbal as well as pressure cues (with
the hands). Once she gets the hang of it I'll add a little more motion
to the dance.

Arlon will also say things out loud such as:
"You dance very well, even with my rigid stepping"
"The trees cannot match your swaying splendor"
"Dagger tosses?  I think we need a dance contest, we are assured of
victory" ...

OOC: This is funny I am a terrible dancer; but I have seen enough to
     understand it.  Anyone see Dirty Dancing.


(Tatiana:)
At the start of the dance she grew very serious and listened intently
to Arlon as he explained how the moves went.  She concentrated hard to
get them right.  Despite her grace she was quite mechanical in her
dancing at first.

(Shade:)
The bard thinks for a moment, then he starts playing a simple,
valzer-like tune adjusting the tempo if the dancing couple hesitates.

(Tatiana:)
Tatiana could tell Shade was playing an easy song for her and
adjusting his speed and tempo to cover her faults.  He was masterful
in covering her mishaps.

Throughout the dance, Tatiana looked back to Silver to see if she was
doing okay, and Silver would nod indicating she was doing fine.  By
the end of the dance she was actually smiling again thanks to Arlon's
gentlemanly behavior.

(Arlon:)
During dancing, if Tatiana wants I will move us in closer to Falrun
for a cut in.

(Tatiana:)
"I'm having too much fun here with you.  I'd rather keep dancing some
more if you don't mind." she said with a smile and a bat of the eye.
She gave a small squeeze of affection for good measure.

Finally the bottom of Tatiana's feet started to hurt and she asked to
stop.  Arlon was too polite to say if his hurt too (the tops that is
:-)

She leaned in to kiss Arlon on the cheek, and it lingered a little
longer than necessary.  "Thank you very much, I enjoyed myself!" she
said with enthusiasm.

(Arlon:)
A broad smile would be seen on Arlon's face (and maybe slight blushing
that would be difficult to notice in the dimmer light).  He then made
a couple quick gestures and spoke a word or two - to those who would
be watching, Arlon would have appeared taller than usual, perhaps even
a foot.

(Tatiana:)
When they arrived at the table, she leaned across the table and kissed
Shade on the cheek too.  "Thank you for taking it easy on me out
there.  You're a masterful player."

(Arlon:)
After escorting Tatiana back to the table Arlon says: "I don't
remember dancing being so invigorating, I am feeling a foot taller at
the moment"

To the other males Arlon makes eye contact with - he will definitely
have a proud and haughty look, a sort of I'm a king at the moment
look.

This look will probably be intensified if he looks at Falrun; but if
Falrun seems upset at this, Arlon will lose his look and make an
apologetic gesture.

(Shade:)
The drow will look at Arlon with a definitely amused expression, then,
he will dramatically kneel in front of the elf saying "His majesty,
will he be so kind as to honour us with your presence?" A wink and a
smile that, being mocking is still veeery friendly he will gesture
indicating the table.

(Arlon:)
"Yes Shade, I do feel like a king and I also believe I am at a loss
for words."  A silly grin appears on his face.

(Silver:)
Silver then wanders over to whisper something to 'Ana, and then bids
the rest of you have a "wonderful time celebrating our arrival", and
wanders off upstairs, humming a tune softly to herself.

[This piece sent to Whisper and Tatiana only :
 I hope to be hunting with Tuft tonight. He really is a special
 creature. If you need an excuse to get out of any embarrassing
 situations you may have talked your way into, then listen to what I
 am saying now, laugh heartily, and make some excuse to take your
 leave.  I don't suggest you actually do this, but just in case you
 need an excuse ...]

(Silver:)
Silver then goes upstairs. Anyone looking for her later may find she
is not in her cot, nor anywhere to be found in the Common's rooms.

Shade and Arlon walk over to talk to Mendahl.

(Arlon:)
Intending to speak to Mendahl, Arlon plans to say something like:
"Greetings master, I am Arlon, I am new here and I have heard of your
power in the raising of the Citadel; perchance is it you that teaches
the mages in the mystic arts?"

(DM/Mendahl:)
When you two approach Mendahl Wyvernspur, he looks at you inquiringly.
When you greet him he speaks:

"Ah. Fellow followers of the arts. You honour me too much, but yes, I
am the head of the Mage-Guild-to-be for this place. I would be glad to
teach you some of my things, though I would naturally ask for things
in return.  I have a great interest in new species, thus any new
species you find, bring me a specimen, and I will teach you something.
Is this a deal?"

(Arlon:)
"Oh, yes! That sounds good to start."

(Shade:)
The drow slightly bows "Of course Master Wyvernspur, this is a deal."

(Arlon:)
Starts asking questions:
"Are there many of us here (mages)?
Are there creatures that are resistant to magic?
Do the natives have magic, and is there to be magic found here?  With
what spells did you create the Pentagon?"

(DM/Mendahl:)
"Ah, the zest of youth (Mendahl has silver-gray hair). Unfortunately
our number is small here, and few have fought outside the walls yet.
Thus as to the resistance to spells of the native wildlife I can tell
you little, however the native humanoids are as susceptible as you
are." This with a conspiratorial grin. "Ah. How my Pentagon was
raised. Nay, tell you how I cannot. The skill to use the spell you
have not yet I am certain and it is a very special one. I could hardly
give away the secrets of my home to a complete stranger!"  This also
said with a grin, and obviously joking.

(Shade:)
"As resistant as him? (Arlon) No joke? So little responsive to
beguiling are the natives?"  - puzzled at the least - "How can they
be? Will you be so kind as to explain us?"


(DM:)
Some of you dance and sing till they drop :). Some take to other
activities.  However before you all decide to go to bed, an owl
suddenly lands amongst you and transforms into Silver, she seems
distraught, and brings you dire news....
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------- End of Chapter 3 -----------------------------
------------------------------------------------------------------------------

--
*'``'*,..,*'``'*,..,*'``'*,..,*'``'*,..,*'``'*,..,*'``'*,..,*'``'*,..,*
Lance Dooly
[e-mail]                         "Not I," said the cat.
Physics/Chemistry/Philosophy   (PCP?!)