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From: vallow@l14h13.jsc.nasa.gov (Thomas Vallow)
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Subject: STORY: Counterparts #4
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Date: 26 Jul 1995 14:39:47 -0400
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COUNTERPARTS
by Tom Vallow
vallow@L14h13.jsc.nasa.gov
(Feedback encouraged)
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The Variables ------
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Episode IV: Trials and Tribulations....
Place: Orlane
Environment: Town
Weather: Wintery and cold
Date/Time: 25 December, 569 / Very early in the morning....
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Three adventurers, Quince, Zed, and Grael, had gone to check out the
Golden Grain Inn while the rest of the party retired for the evening.
Their most notable encounter was that of a voluptuous woman, who seemed to
captivate all at the inn. Having searched the woman's room, and talked to
the bartender, the three decided to call it a night, and slip out while the
mysterious woman danced for the patrons.
Much later that night, or rather, early that morning, at the Golden Grain...
man #1: Boss...boss!
barkeep: (in bed, being shaken awake)Hmm, uh...rrrwhooo....HUH? What? WHAT??
man #1: They're gone, boss.
barkeep: Whatd you mean, gone?!?
man #2: We checked the room, just like normal. Nobody's there!
barkeep: I gave the scrawny one the key myself!
man #2: I know, boss! He just aint there!
barkeep: Hmmm....and the woman?
man #1: Well, uh, we didnt really want to, uh, disturb her....
barkeep: WHAT?!! Grrrr....
man #2: Aw, come on, boss! Do we really hafta get her?
barkeep: You know our orders! Still...if we left her be for a while,
think of the money she could bring to the inn...that would make 'er
Highness happy too.
man #1: Yeah, yeah!
barkeep: Hmmm..Okay, here's what we do. Find these jokers, and
tail 'em. Find out what they're up to. But keep yer mitts off 'em till
I give word.
man #1: Gotcha boss. (he and man #2 leave)
barkeep: Rrrrubaruba.....snooooore......
The next morning, at breakfast, Grael related to the others what he and
the other two had seen.
Grael: ...I mean, you should have seen this woman...(moves his hands
in an hour-glass shape)
Tavish: (writing in a book, not looking up) Yeah, uh-huh.
Grael: What _are_ you doing, anyway.
Tavish: Keepin' a log o' our travels, and finds.
Grael: Oh.
Tavish: (keeps writing)
Kron: It matters not. This woman sounds intriguing. Do you know
where she went? Where she was from?
Quince: We didnt actually talk to her. She had a room at the inn, like
Grael said, and when we left, she was doing the most
beautiful...that gives me an idea...(trails off, gets starry-eyed)
Zed: I'll bet it does....
Keaton: Enough about wenches! I want to check that temple!
Dougal: And I would like to check the woods.
Bella: (coming over with fresh bread) Whats this about the woods?
Keaton: The nature-lover here...
Dougal: Hey!
Kron: (trying to break in) Coming to the inn last evening, we noticed
a trail leading into yonder elm grove.
Bella: (laughing) Ohhh...that just goes back to the old hermit Ramne's
cottage.
Zed: Ramne?
Bella: Yeah. He's lived out there for years. Comes in once in a while
for supplies. Never been back there, myself, although I understand
his cottage is not too deeply into the grove. Nice enough old man,
but crazy as a loon if you ask me.
Tavish: (writing) Ramne....
Bella: In fact, he should be here sometime today to pick up supplies
and foodstuffs.
Zed: Really, now...
Bella: Uh-huh. (smiles, and returns to her work)
Keaton: I still say we should check the temple, by Thor!
Dougal: (sighs, and shakes his head)
Tavish: Why na check several places at once?
Kron: (mulling over the possibilities) Hmmm...
Tavish: Look, I think the whole town hasta be given the once over. I
do na like the idea of a small group takin' on the temple, but why na
take a look over the town, and check the temple later, together.
Kron: Hmmm...Keaton?
Keaton: I still say the temple first!
Tavish: But we do na know what to look _for_. A walk about the
toown ought to give us _some_ cluuues, do ya think? Besides, it
it is an evil place, twould be best if all o us were around for the
fight.
Keaton: Minions of Thor need fear nothing...but ok. Afterwards,
though,we check the temple. Agreed?
Kron: Aye.
Tavish: Oh, aye. (finishes writing, puts his book away)
Grael: Yeah, sure.
Dougal: Why not.
Zed: OK. Quince? Quince.....?
Looking around, there was no sign of the rogue! He had simply vanished!
Grael: Now where the hell did that rascal get off to?
At the Golden Grain....
Quince: (to the barkeeper as he enters) G'Mornin!
barkeep: Good morning. Missed you last night.
Quince: (sits at the bar, looking for the woman but cant find her---
the place is nearly empty) What do you mean?
barkeep: That girl kept everyone here _real_ late. I'm surprised
_anyone_ is in here this morning.
Quince: Ahh, well, I turned in early. Has she gone out yet?
barkeep: (smiling) Not yet, friend. Say, are you just passing through,
or here for a while?
Quince: Not sure just yet. I was on my way to Hookhill with some
friends, but it seems that some of them have decided they may want
to stay here for a while.
barkeep: (leaning closer) Why?
Quince: Who can say? Not I. Anyway, I may go on without them
barkeep: Wise choice.
Quince: Why do you say that?
barkeep: We've had some...strange goings-on...around here of late.
Quince: Like what?
barkeep: Folks just up and leavin' for weeks, then returning like
nothing happened.
Quince: I see....
barkeep: Say, you gonna stay another night?
Quince: I thought about it. My friends are down at the Slumbering
Serpent, though.
barkeep: Tell you what. Stay another night here, on the house, and
I'll throw breakfast in this morning.
Quince: (wondering about the sudden hospitality, recalling the
secret door he found) Hey, thanks!
barkeep: (heads into the kitchen)
Quince turned around and looked at the two patrons currently occupying
space in the common room of the inn---both are severely drunk, and passed
out. As Quince was waiting for his breakfast, the woman from the night
before came downstairs, dressed as she was when she first entered the inn.
Quince: (captivated, but not dazzled like earlier) Good morning!
woman: Like, good morning to you too!
Quince: (standing) I was hoping to see you this morning. I have
something that belongs to you I wanted to return.
woman: What is it?
Quince: (motions her to his table, where she sits, as does he) This.
(holds out the gem he took from her room) You dropped it in all
the...activity...last night.
woman: (surprised) Ohh! Like, that was really sweet of you to return
it. (wonders how the rogue really got the gem)
Quince: (blushes) Think nothing of it. I am Peter Quince, traveller,
swordsman supreme, and friend of all ladies.
woman: I am Tasha, priestess of the most heavenly Aphrodite.
(moves in such a way as to expose a little more of her ample
cleavage)
Quince: (taken in by her beauty) The goddess of Love. Appropriate,
for one so lovely....
Tasha: (smiles seductively, subtly casts Command) Keep that a secret,
OK?
Quince: (makes save, barely, but plays along, wondering what she has
to hide) What? Oh, sure. I wont tell.
Tasha: (not sure whether to believe the Command succeeded or not)
Just then the barkeep brought the food out. He brought two plates...
barkeep: Uh, I saw you come downstairs through the doorway,
milady. Thought you might like some food.
Tasha: Like, most generous of you. (winks)
barkeep: (blubbering) Uhh, uhuh, uh.....
Quince: (serves up the food) That will do it for the moment. Thanks.
barkeep: (makes a not quite graceful exit)
Elsewhere....
Kron: Well, seeing as our rogue has taken matters into his own, I
believe we might as well do as Tavish suggests...each investigate
our own line of inquiry, meeting here later to discuss our findings.
If nothing bodes further investigation, we check the temple,
together, as we agreed.
all: Yeah. Sure. OK.
So it was that the party split up to check out the town. Kron went to the
north side of the pond, and Tavish with him. Dougal went towards the grove
of elms. Grael was not sure exactly what to do---he was torn inwardly by
the prospect of trying to find Quince, and keeping an eye on Zed, who
steadfastly decided to stay at the inn for the moment. In the end, he
decided to stay with the elf, and let the rogue get into trouble, if that
is what the idiot wanted to do. Keaton, still flustered about not checking
the temple immediately, wandered towards the Golden Grain....
Keaton: (looks at the Golden Grain, notes its shabby appearance, and
enters, muttering to himself) No wonder the thief wanted to come
here. It must remind him of his natural surroundings....
The inn was empty....
Keaton: (looks around, notes two dirty plates at one table, looks for
the proprietor) Hello...? Anyone here?
No one answers....
Keaton: (puzzled) Odd...if you are not going to staff your
establishment, why would you even open it?
After a few more minutes, the barkeep came out of the kitchen in a huff...
barkeep: (breathing hard) Sorry, I was in back, didnt hear you come
in. What can I get for you?
Keaton: Well, for starters, an ale, then...
barkeep: Ale. Right. (heads back into the kitchen)
Keaton: But....by Thor, this place is RUDE! (bangs his hands on the bar,
then fingers his hammer as he waits for his drink)
Upstairs....
Quince: (holding his head) Whew...I feel pretty groggy. I should lay
down....
Tasha: (also feeling groggy, but resisting the feeling) For sure. Like,
come to my room. You dont look well.
Quince: OK...(feeling pretty bad, but still remembers the secret door
he found in his room) I dunno if this is such a good idea....
Tasha: (bats her eyelashes, and then groans from stomach pain) Sure
it is, cutie. Like, you can barely walk! And I dont feel too hot,
either.
Quince: (feeling weaker by the minute) No...I mean...the room....
Tasha: That breakfast must have _totally_ gone to your head.
Quince: (nearly passed out) Breakfast...thats it...drugged!...(collapses
onto Tasha's bed)...Watch that door...(falls unconscious)
Tasha: This is a major bummer. (Sweating, as her body battles the
Mickie that was in the food, and wonders about the door to her
room)
After a few minutes, there is a subtle click at the back of the room....
Tasha: OH! (grabs her mace from under the bed, and stands beside
where she heard the click from)
Elsewhere....
Dougal: (on the trail leading into the grove of elms, he bends down to
examine the trail, talking to himself) Hmmm...this
place is pretty well kept, for a hermit. Decent drainage from the
trail, subtle but effective measures to minimize impact to the
environment. Odd. A woodsman's hand is in this, I'll wager....
Continuing down the path, the grove becomes more lush, and evidence of
plant life abounded, despite the cold temperatures. In a few minutes,
there is a fork in the trail, with one fork continuing deeper into the
grove, and one leading away to the northwest. Choosing the fork that lead
deeper in, Dougal made his way carefully up the trail. A short while
later, the trail entered a small clearing. A small neat, if eclectic,
cottage stood in the middle. It was a log cabin, with a thatch roof.
There was a small porch, on which stood a small pile of neatly stacked
wood, and a door. No smoke rose from the chimney. Circling the house,
Dougal could find no evidence of a rear exit. No one came out to molest or
hinder his search in any way. There were windows on all sides of the
cabin, but there was still no way to see in, as curtains or shelves or
furniture blocked the view into the cabin's interior. There was an old
stump out back, that appeared to be the occupant's chopping area. Dougal
decided against entering the place, figuring that if anyone were home, he
would already have been challenged. Besides, the lack of smoke already
told him that there was probably no one home. Instead, he started into the
forest, on the south side, and slowly made ever-increasing spirals outward,
around the clearing, searching....
Elsewhere still...
Tavish: (pulling his cloak about him, as the two head north up the
road) Oi, what are ye expectin ta find, Kron?
Kron: I know not. _Something_ must be amuck here in Orlane, else
why would the caravans stop coming through?
Tavish: Aye, why indeed.
In short order, the two passed a trail leading southeast into the elm grove.
Tavish: Think old Dougal will find out about that, eh?
Kron: Indeed he should. But come, our business is further on still.
Tavish: And what would our business be?
Kron: Talk, my friend, simply talk.
A few seconds after the two passed, a pair of eyes from just within the
woods followed them northward. An old man leaning on a staff petted the
weasel sitting on his shoulder...
old man: Strangers in town, Whiskers. Odd. And one of them a
woodsman at that.
Whiskers: Squeak, squark, peep.
old man: Aye, old friend, aye. They may mean trouble, and then,
maybe not. Follow them, will you, and see what they're about. I'm
sure we'll find out sooner or later, but lets not risk anything,
especially with whats been going on of late.
Whiskers: Squeak!
old man: (chuckling) Aye, that I will. Now off you go, and be careful
yourself.
Whiskers: Peep! (leaps from the old mans shoulders, and scurries
off towards where Kron and Tavish were headed)
old man: (resumes his walk)
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Next time: Kidnapped, or not?
and
The old that is strong does not wither
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The Party....
Kron D'Naar, half-elven, ranger
Tavish McVeigh, human, mage
Grael, gnome, fighter?
Peter Quince, human, thief
Dougal, human, druid of Frey
Keaton Lucern, half-elf, cleric of Thor
Zed Silverquick, elven, fighter/thief (thief only _known_ by Quince)
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