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*****
* The 8 player characters contained in these writings are copyright
* 1992 by Thomas Miller. Any resemblance to persons or characters
* either real or fictional is purely coincidental. Copying and/or
* distribution of these stories is permissible only under the one
* condition that no part of them will be used or sold for profit.
* In that case, I hope you enjoy them.
*****
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THE PARTY:
Alindyar, 9th level drow elf mage (N)
Belphanior, 6th/6rd/7th level high elf fighter/mage/thief (CN)
Ged, 7th/7th level grey elf priest/mage of Boccob (NG)
Halbarad, 7th level human ranger (NG)
Mongo Thunderhead, 8th level dwarf fighter (CG)
Peldor, 9th level human thief (N)
Peyote, 7th/8th level half-elf fighter/druid of Obad-Hai (N)
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Date: 10/15/570 C.Y. (Common Year)
Time: afternoon
Place: The city of Loftwick, capital of the Yeomanry
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L. Baptism by Fire
Just now, the party was somewhat saddened to learn that their
primary priest, Rob, was called back to Keoland by his diety.
Peyote: Well, I'll be. The dude's really gone.
Belphanior: Hmm. (truly saddened by the departure of his main
entertainment) I'll miss him. I really will.
Mongo: He really wasn't a bad guy, for a priest.
Alindyar: Perhaps we shall see the lad in the future.
Peldor: (realizes that Rob may have had some useful items in
his possession) Darn it! I missed my chance...
Ged: I guess this makes _me_ the only priest now.
Peyote: I'm good for half a priest, man.
Peldor: Only half a priest? We never have half a priest at
home...
Halbarad: Nay! We need to find another priest.
Peyote: What?!
Ged: Bah. _I_ am all the priest this party needs.
Mongo: Another one couldn't hurt, pal.
Belphanior: Yeah! Get another one!
Peyote: We have one and a half now. That's fine. I agree
with Ged, we don't need another Rob walking around.
Peldor: Well, don't get another _Rob_. Get the new and
improved model.
Alindyar: My vote goes for another priest.
Halbarad: How about this: We post a note stating our need,
and see who comes to talk to us?
Mongo: Fine, but let's also say that he has to be voted in
by _all_ of us.
Peyote: That would tend to eliminate bad ones.
Peldor: Get one with loads of money and items.
Alindyar: Auditions?
Ged: I still say no, but clearly I'm outvoted here. Do as
you will, but if I don't like a prospect, I'm not going to
vote for him.
Halbarad: Fine. That is fair enough. I'll make up a notice
and find a place to post it.
With that, the party members went about their business for
that day. Halbarad and Mongo were in charge of posting the
notice, and did so with flair, tacking up several at the main
intersections on all the main streets. The notes proclaimed
the need for an experienced priest to join an active, good-
aligned group of adventurers. Applicants were to meet Mongo
the dwarf at the Blasted Beholder Inn (the party's current
lodging place) between noon and dusk...
The sign went up at late afternoon. The next day, after
the various adventurers agreed to come by the inn every hour
to check up on Mongo, the dwarf sat down at a table and
began counting a stack of coins. Shortly...
lad: Excuse me. Sir?
Mongo: Huh?
lad: I'm here to see about that priest position.
Mongo: Hmph. You don't look like much. What's your story?
lad: I'm Foldor the Brave! I will be a great priest one
day!
Mongo: One day? What do you mean, one day? Have you had
any experience? Ever killed a giant? An ogre?
lad: Err...no.
Mongo: Even an orc?
lad: Umm...no. Aren't you people going to train me?
Mongo: Huh?! We need an experienced priest, not a green
lad! Can you even cast spells?
lad: Err...not yet. I haven't chosen any one religion yet.
Mongo: Argh! Get out of here! You'd get killed within a
week! Come back when you can DO something!
lad: (about to cry) But...but...
Mongo: Awww. It's okay. Listen, kid. It's not that we
don't _want_ you. It's just that, well, we're always out
there fighting dragons and stuff like that. You would get
eaten, having had no experience and all, and then we would
have to come back here and tell your mother all about it.
lad: ...
Mongo: The world's a dangerous place. Go and talk to your
parents, find a temple to join, and maybe we'll take a look
at you in a few years.
lad: well, okay.
Mongo: Here. (fishes something out of a pocket) This is a
giant's eye. Take it with you, and think of it as you are
learning in the temple. For good luck. (winks at the kid)
lad: Oh, boy! A giant's eye! Thanks! (scampers off) Wait
'till I show Mom! (gone)
Mongo: Sheez.
And so it went. There were a dozen more applicants, most
of whom were not skilled enough for the party's liking. Two
were actually brought out to an abandoned field, to prove
their worth to the group. The first, however, was of some
odd religion, and Ged did not care for his beliefs, and thus
vetoed him (perhaps it was because the grey elf did not want
another priest in the party...). The second proved decent in
skill, but was quite clumsy, and knew not the use of a single
weapon. Peldor and Mongo both vetoed this one outright.
Before dusk, the group gathered outside the inn, weary and
irritated.
Mongo: What a fuckin' waste of my time!
Ged: I told you guys, we _don't_ need another priest in the
party.
Peldor: Most of those people were losers anyway.
Peyote: That one young lady showed promise...
Alindyar: ...But she was yet unskilled enough for the sort
of quests that we embark upon.
Peldor: Aw, come on! She was a fox!
Ged: Yep, but that's not why we hire people. Besides, if
we had her in the party, you'd trip a lot more often.
Alindyar: The wench of distraction...
Peyote: Trip?
Halbarad: Perhaps we do not need another after all.
Mongo: What's that?
Nearby, a commotion was afoot. Apparently a group of
ruffians were waylaying some innocent victim in a nearby
alley, where they had just chased him or her...
Peyote: Where are the town guards?
Ged: Not here, obviously. We have to help! (draws his
morningstar and runs for the alley) Boccob!
Mongo: Yeah! Fight! (lumbers after the elf)
Peldor: Wait...ah, forget it. Another mess to get into.
Halbarad: We are obligated to assist those in need...
The others followed Ged and Mongo to the alley, where an
unusual sight awaited them all. There were six unsavory-
looking men circled around a single person. This latter
individual was tall, and wearing dark grey robes with a
hood (a priest of some sort?).
ruffian#1: That's far enough, friend. We know you've got
to have plenty of cash inside that robe, there. Make
this easy on yourself and hand it over.
ruffian#2: Yeah. Then we won't have to bust you up...too
much.
ruffian#3: Har har.
robed one: (speaks with a thick accent) I refuse. I do
not bow to common thugs. Leave.
ruffian#1: Your funeral, buddy! (charges the person, club
in hand)
robed one: I think not. (he dodges, lighting-quick, and
brings a fist up into the ruffian's stomach)
ruffian#1: OOF! (sails into a wall, hard)
Belphanior: Did you see that?! (excitedly) What speed!
Mongo: Hit him pretty hard, too. Strong guy.
Alindyar: How know you that it is a male? (remembering
the early days, when some of the party thought that he
was a female)
Peldor: That was clearly a male voice...
Ged: (about to join combat, he hesitates for an instant)
ruffian#2: Hey! He decked Clyde! (charges the lone robed
figure)
robed one: (spins about and kicks the brigand in the side
of the head, knocking him down) I thought I told you to
leave.
ruffian#3: Argh! (charges)
ruffian#4: (charges)
robed one: (ducks, punches one in the face, then sweeps
the other with his leg, knocking him over)
Peyote: Good move, dude.
ruffian#3: (face mashed) Yagh! (reels back and falls)
ruffian#4: (tripped) Yie! (falls)
robed one: (elbows the downed one in the crotch)
ruffian#4: Ooooooof. Urgh.
Ged: Hah!
Halbarad: I think that this fellow has no need of our help.
ruffian#5: (grabs the robed one from behind)
ruffian#6: (punches him) Har! Hold him still, while I
bust him up!
ruffian#5: Ha ha.
robed one: Bad idea. (breaks the ruffian's hold by hitting
his face with the back of his head)
ruffian#5: Argh! (holding his broken nose) Bushted mah...
robed one: (grabs the man) That is for sticking your nose
where it does not belong. (kicks him with a loud crunching
sound)
ruffian#5: (falls quietly)
ruffian#6: Huh? What'd you do to Spike?!
robed one: I gave him the boot. (advances on the last of his
assailants)
ruffian#6: Aaaa! (turns and flees) <WHAP!> (ran right into
Mongo's steel-armored chest) Urk...(falls, unconscious)
Mongo: Stupid dimwit.
Ged: (walks up to robed one) Nice job there.
robed one: (wheels, fists up)
Ged: Yie! (backs up a bit) Hold it! We're here to help!
robed one: Need no help. Trash taken out now. For good.
Ged: Well, we _were_ going to help, but you did a fine job
all by yourself. Are you all right?
robed one: Fine.
Mongo: Nice fighting there. Where'd you learn all that?
robed one: Long ago.
Ged: Oh. Well, say, we were sort of looking for a new companion,
and, well, I was thinking...
robed one: What happened to the old one?
Mongo: He had to go away.
Ged: Are you hungry? I'd be happy to buy you dinner while
we talked about it.
robed one: (shakes the elf's hand) I am called Rillen.
Peyote: (whispering) His hand's black.
Alindyar: So?
Peldor: If that's a drow, then I'm a fairie.
Ged: (returning the handshake) I am Ged.
Mongo: Mongo, at your service. (clasps hands with the man)
Belphanior: I am Belphanior. (shakes hands with Rillen, who
stands several inches higher than the elf, who is the tallest
of the party) Do you gamble?
Rillen: No. Bad luck.
And so forth. They went back to the inn and had a hearty, hot
dinner. Rillen let his hood down, revealing an ebon, human face
of indeterminate age. Their new friend related a few details of
his history - he was a wandering warrior from a faraway land, on
a mission to learn of the world. He had trained in a monestary
for many years, achieving great control of mind, body, and spirit,
and then left and traveled for many leagues. He called himself
an expert with the longbow, staff, and his bare hands.
Ged: Do you wish to join our party?
Halbarad: Now wait one moment! You said that we had no need of
another priest - why should we need another _warrior_, of all
things?!
Mongo: Aw, come on. We could use a guy like him.
Halbarad: At least, we need to test his skill in battle.
Peyote: Hmm. (casts a Detect Evil on Rillen, discretely, finding
none at all) Well, he is not malevolent...
Halbarad: Stranger, are you skilled in combat?
Peldor: Do _you_ want to try and wrestle with him?
Rillen: Never said I would join...
Ged: Hey, there's safety in numbers on the open road.
Rillen: ...But would like to try. For awhile.
Halbarad: You said you can fire a bow? Let us see, then.
Mongo: Bitchin'! (they all go outside, and find a nearby
field)
Halbarad: (pulls out his bow) I am going to fire a few of
these arrows into that post, way over there. (proceeds to
do so, one at a time, and soon there are four arrows in the
thick wooden post) Now, my friend, can _you_ do as well?
Rillen: Hmph. (pulls his bow out) Watch.
Peyote: Hmm.
Rillen: (draws and fires ten arrows, all of which hit and
form a circle around the ranger's arrows) Hah. (looking
mighty smug)
Ged: Yea!
Mongo: (happy)
Peyote: Far out!
Halbarad: All right, I concede defeat. Your archery is on
such a level as to rival mine. But what use are you in
melee? Bare-handed combat is fine, but can you use that
quarterstaff?
Rillen: (whirls the staff around in an intricate series of
maneuvers) Come try me. _If_ you wish.
Halbarad: No, my good man. I do not need to fight with you.
Is that staff of any use against armored foes, though?
Rillen: Yes. (suddenly, a wicked, foot-long blade of steel
pops out from one end of the staff)
Belphanior: I'm impressed.
Halbarad: (walks up and shakes the tall man's hand) You have
proven yourself to me. Does anyone object to this man joining
the party?
all: No!
Ged: Welcome, Rillen.
Mongo: Back to the inn! This calls for a round of drinks! On
me!
Peldor: Hey! Count me in! (they all return to the tavern and
at least some have too much to drink, as the moon rises...)
Over the next days, the adventurers split into small groups
and searched for possible missions to undertake. Finally, after
the second day, they all met for dinner and heard the findings
of Halbarad and Peyote.
Halbarad: Rumor has it that a small town to the northwest is
under continual attack by giants.
Mongo: Giants!
Peyote: ...and let's not forget that the giants are rumored
to have much in the way of treasure.
Halbarad: A force of thirty or so soldiers was sent a week
ago, but no word has come back.
Peyote: Should we go, we can get in on the action before the
Loftwick militia is called in. That means more glory, and
more loot, and...
Halbarad: Let us not forget the matter of helping the innocents
of the village.
Peyote: The village people, yeah.
Ged: For that reason, I say we should go. The oppressed masses
need our help!
Peldor: They do?
Belphanior: Oh, come now. Giants! Just think of the treasure!
Like he said.
Peldor: Okay.
Rillen: Plan sounds good to me.
Alindyar: Agreed. Let us go and meet giants.
Mongo: Fuck yeah!
Halbarad: Shall we depart tomorrow, then?
all: Yea!
So, they got a good final night's sleep before their departure
the next day. Provisions for two weeks were bought, for the town
(some place called Fleer) was but three days' journey away. The
warrior, Rillen, already had a mount, a large, magnificent horse
which had obviously cost him a good sum of money. The group
rode northwest after breakfast, in a good mood, and for the next
three days, they moved on happily, camping on the roadside when
night fell, and riding by daylight.
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THE PARTY:
Alindyar, 9th level drow elf mage (N)
Belphanior, 6th/6rd/7th level high elf fighter/mage/thief (CN)
Ged, 7th/7th level grey elf priest/mage of Boccob (NG)
Halbarad, 7th level human ranger (NG)
Mongo Thunderhead, 8th level dwarf fighter (CG)
Peldor, 9th level human thief (N)
Peyote, 7th/8th level half-elf fighter/druid of Obad-Hai (N)
Rillen, 8th level human fighter (N)
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Date: 10/19/570 C.Y. (Common Year)
Time: afternoon
Place: the wilderness of the Yeomanry
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After the third day on the road, the party reached the small
town of Fleer, riding into it one afternoon. The place was a
small one, but yet, at midday, most of the businesses were
closed. A few people wandered the streets dejectedly. There
was a lot of dust in the air, and the party found themselves
thirsty. They walked for a time before finding an open inn,
aptly named the Dead Tumbleweed Inn, and entered the place.
Mongo: Barkeep! Ale, please!
barkeep: (morosely draws a mug of ale and hands it to the
dwarf)
Halbarad: I shall have one too.
barkeep: (gets that too, still looking quite blank)
Peyote: What's the deal here? You'd think someone died.
Suddenly, a huge ogre strutted into the inn, causing the
double doors to swing back and forth violently. The beast
sauntered up to the bar, grinning.
ogre: Hey, gimme a beer!
barkeep: (hands the humanoid the beer shortly)
ogre: (guzzling half of the drink immediately) Hey! Hey
you! (pushes Mongo)
Mongo: Watch it, pal.
ogre: (stands up) Huh? (kicks the dwarf's stool out from
under him)
Rillen: Not very nice.
ogre: Haw haw! What's your beef, dwarf?
Mongo: (gets up, and punches the ogre in the groin) I told
you to watch it!
ogre: (spits out beer) Urgh. (draws a big sword) You'll
pay for that, shorty!
Mongo: (dodges the ogre's blow, and bashes him in the chest
with a suddenly-drawn hammer) No way, shithead!
ogre: <SMACK!> (falls down, and stays still)
Rillen: Good fighting. You shut him up.
Mongo: Nah. Any fool can take an ogre down - it just takes
a little speed and a strong fighting arm.
barkeep: (a look of terror on his pallid face) Now you've
done it!
Halbarad: I beg your pardon?
barkeep: Now they'll kill us all! We're doomed! (sobs in
miserable terror)
Alindyar: Didst I miss something?
Peyote: What's your trip, dude?
The adventurers were eventually able to get the man's story
out of him. It seemed that the ogre was a member of a large
band of ogres and giant-types that had been terrorizing the
small town recently. These ruffians went wherever they
pleased, robbing and killing at will. No one could stop their
reign of terror.
Mongo: No one, my ass! WE will stop them!
Halbarad: Hear, hear.
Rillen: Where are these...giants?
barkeep: Uh...they're out there to the northwest somewhere.
They make their lair within an hour's ride, that is certain.
Peyote: Okay. Stay here. We'll go find these ogres and such.
Peldor: We will?
Belphanior: Come on, live a little. Besides, it's time for
_blood_.
Alindyar: 'Tis a good thing that I have memorized some useful
spells this day.
Without further ado, the group rode for the northwest. As
fate would have it, they didn't have far to go...
Halbarad: What is that? (petting his horse) The mounts are
nervous.
Peyote: Hmm.
Peldor: I don't see anybody.
Ged: (preparing a spell) Let's be ready, anyway.
The horses would have none of it, though. They were in a
positive panic, bucking and whinnying frantically. Even the
large, noble horse ridden by Rillen was upset. Before too
long, the party could not continue to ride. Halbarad's best
attempts to calm them failed, and finally the party dismounted
in disgust and took the horses back a bit. As they tried to
keep the animals from running, Peldor thought he saw something.
Peldor: Eh?
Belphanior: What's that?
Peldor: I think we are being stalked...
Mongo: Fuck that! (pulls out his hammer and moves twenty
feet up the trail)
Halbarad: Hold on. (draws his dagger and axe) What is out
there?
Peldor: I'm not sure.
Peyote: Maybe we should get in formation. (they do, and
move somewhat onward, leaving the horses a hundred feet
back)
Rillen: This smells like ambush.
Ged: (readying a spell) Tell me about it...
Suddenly, huge forms appeared all around the party. Whether
they were invisible, or hidden in the tall brush and grass, or
appeared from thin air was uncertain, but they definitely were
here for business, fully decked in armor and all well-armed.
All of them carried either large rocks or spears as well as
more conventional weapons. There were three who were quite
obviously giants, as well as a big, smelly ettin, a troll, an
ogre with blue skin, and the strangest of all - a huge, maybe
twenty-five foot tall humanoid, with a single huge eye glaring
from his head far above. This being towered over the tallest
of the others by a full eight feet.
The two dozen ogres with this bunch seemed puny in contrast.
Peldor: What the hell is THAT?!?
black-skinned giant: You! How DARE you slay one of my ogres?!
So you wish to challenge us, eh? (looks around) Heh, heh.
Fortunately for us, we were informed of your presence, so
we thought we would come out to greet you personally.
other giant: Har har.
Mongo: Huh?!? (fingering his hammer)
Peldor: (invisible, using his ring to tie one ogre's boot
laces together)
Ged: You're really funny. (quietly working on his spell)
black-skinned giant: We will have none of that, now. Prepare
to meet your maker.
party: (scrambling to get into a better defensive position)
All the giants hurled their missiles, as Ged frantically
tried to get his spell cast.
FIRE GIANT
5 OGRES 5 OGRES
Mongo Halbarad
HILL GIANT Ged STONE GIANT
Belphanior Peyote
5 OGRES Alindyar 5 OGRES
Peldor Rillen
TROLL OGRE MAGE
ETTIN CYCLOPS
3 OGRES
ogre: (trips) Wha....?
Peldor: Ha ha.
Belphanior: Oh shit! (hit by a spear, and grazed by a boulder)
Alindyar: (nicked by a spear) Ouch.
Ged: (hit by two spears, spell ruined) Damn! Boccob will see
you pay for that!
Halbarad: (hit by a rock and a spear) Argh!
Mongo: (hit by two rocks) Agh! Fuck!
Peldor: (invisible, dodges some missiles easily)
Peyote: (hit by a rock and a spear) Dude!
Rillen: (dodges some missiles) You will regret that, big men.
The giants and such closed, as the mages quickly tried to get
new spells cast...
Peldor: (invisible, chops the ettin, scoring a deep wound)
ettin: Aargh! (the two heads start biting at each other)
Peldor: (becomes visible) Uh-oh. They're confused already.
Belphanior: (casts Color Spray on the ogres charging him)
Here, enjoy.
ogres: (four of the five are knocked unconscious)
Belphanior: (draws his lightning wand)
Hill giant: (chops Belphanior, knocking him back) Har har!
Belphanior: (quite seriously wounded now) Fuck! Just wait
until I blast you, wiseguy.
Fire giant: (chops at Mongo, grazing his armor and making
sparks) Damn! Stay still, bug!
Stone giant: (bashes Halbarad with a huge club) Smash you!
Halbarad: Argh!
Ged: Yes! (casts Haste on everyone) Boccob is with us
today!
Alindyar: (casts Fear on the flank of opponents near the
ranger and half-elf)
ogres: (seven of the ten flee) Aaaaa!
ogres: (the other three) Huh? (they advance)
Stone giant: (ignores the spell) Bah.
Ogre mage: (launches a Cone of Cold at the party, hitting
most of them, though most also save successfully)
Rillen: Cold. Cold wind.
Peyote: Yikes!
Alindyar: Brr.
Ged: Aaargh!
Mongo: (armor frosted) Dammit.
Belphanior: Aaaagh! You'll get it for that.
Peyote: For sure.
ogre: (swings at Belphanior, but misses)
ogre: (slashes Mongo, but the dwarf's armor deflects the
blow)
ogre: (swipes at Mongo, but misses)
ogre: (slashes at Halbarad, but misses)
ogre: (stabs at Peyote, but misses)
ogre: (slashes Peyote, injuring him) Yeah!
Peyote: (reels, but still manages to guzzle his potion of
super-heroism) Mmmmm.
ogre: Uh-oh.
ogre: This not good.
Peyote: (gains three levels, +3 to hit, 18 hp) You guys
are dog meat!
ogre: No, that for supper last night.
ogre: Shut up and get dat guy!
Peldor: (slashes the ettin, wounding it) Fall, slow one.
Rillen: (smashes the cyclops in the knee with his staff)
I will knock you down.
Cyclops: Bah.
ettin: (chops Peldor, twice) Die, puny man!
Peldor: Ugh...now I dislike ettins...
Rillen: (swats at the cyclops again, but misses, barely)
Halbarad: (chops and slashes the stone giant, hitting with
both attacks) Take that, stony fiend.
Rillen: (bashes the cyclops again, in the belly) You are
one _big_ person.
Cyclops: Grunt.
Mongo: (smashes the fire giant) Take that, shitlips!
Peyote: (chops one of his ogres, wounding it)
Troll: (pummels Peldor) Grblk!
Peldor: Agh...
Rillen: (smashes the cyclops on the arm)
Cyclops: Ow.
Halbarad: (chops and slashes the stone giant, hitting with
only the axe though)
Mongo: (bashes the fire giant in the thigh) I'll take you
down a foot at a time if I have to!
Peyote: (misses the ogre he just wounded)
Cyclops: (swats Rillen with considerable force)
Rillen: Aaaaaaaa! (grunting in primal pain)
Mongo: (bashes at the giant again, but uneffectively)
Peyote: (slashes the ogre again, slaying it) Ho! One down!
Halbarad: (chops at the stone giant twice with his axe,
hitting once)
Stone giant: <grunt>
Mongo: (smashes the giant in the foot, hard) That's for
having smelly feet!
Fire giant: Cease your mindless prattle!
assorted other foes: (trying to get into position to melee
the party - not all of the giants and ogres can reach them)
Belphanior: (waving his wand about, blasts the hill giant
and the five ogres next to it)
Hill giant: Yargh! (singed)
ogres: (all five are toasted)
FIRE GIANT
STONE GIANT
Mongo Halbarad
HILL GIANT Ged OGRE
Belphanior Peyote
OGRE Alindyar OGRE
Peldor Rillen
TROLL OGRE MAGE
ETTIN CYCLOPS
3 OGRES
Rillen: (to cyclops) Try this. (the blade pops out from
his staff, and he slashes the cyclops, wounding it again)
Cyclops: Huh?
Belphanior: (blasts the ogre and hill giant in front of
him with his wand) Ha ha!
ogre: (disintegrates into a black and red smear)
Hill giant: AARGH! (his hair is all gone) AAA! (chops
Belphanior, but misses) AAAAA!
Belphanior: Whew.
Peldor: (slashes at the ettin, but misses) Hey, that burnt
hair sure does stink!
Rillen: (stabs the cyclops, gashing its leg) Shake a leg.
Cyclops: Urgh!
Fire giant: (chops at Mongo, but the dwarf dashes between
his legs) Damn!
Mongo: (smashes the giant right in the groin) Ha!
Fire giant: Argh! You will die!
Ged: By Boccob, I call forth the tentacles of doom! (casts
Evard's Black Tentacles upon the ettin and the three ogres
nearby it) Hah, fools! Taste the mighty magic of Boccob!
Ettin: Huh?! (snagged by three of the ebon things, snaps
two of them) Yargh!
ogre: (snagged by three, snaps one) Agh! I is trapped!
ogre: (snared by two, snaps both) Huh?!
ogre: (snared by two, snaps one) Yarg!
Rillen: Magic must not taste very good.
Ged: Hah. Stupid ogres!
Rillen: (slashes the cyclops - a critical hit!) Yes!
Cyclops: (pierced through the heart, dies!) rgg...
Rillen: Glad to see he got my point...
Ged: Yes! Great going, Rillen! Now somebody get that
damned ogre mage!
Alindyar: I am about to do that very thing.
Mongo: (misses fire giant) Damn!
Alindyar: (fires five missiles from his wand, at the ogre
mage)
Ogre mage: Argh! (hit by all the missiles, wounded) Drow!
You shall roast for that! (goes airborne)
Alindyar: Hmm.
Belphanior: (blasts the hill giant with yet another bolt
of lightning, taking some reflected damage himself) Ya!
Hill giant: AAARGH! Stand still, flea!
Peldor: (slashes at the ettin, but his blade is deflected
by the monster's armor) Damn!
Rillen: (retrieving his weapon from the cyclops' body)
Halbarad: (chops stone giant, and slashes it with his dagger)
ogre: (chops Peyote)
ogre: (misses Peyote)
Mongo: (pounds fire giant) Fall, you mountain!
Fire giant: Never!
ogre: (slashes at RIllen, hits)
Rillen: Eh?
ogre: (slashes at Peldor, misses)
ogre: (can't attack, since he's blocked by his comrades)
Ettin: (bashes Peldor, hitting once and missing once) I
get you!
Peldor: (more than half-dead, literally) Agh...
Peyote: (chops ogre, hits)
ogre: Agh!
ogre: (chops at Belphanior, but misses)
Belphanior: Whew.
Stone giant: (bashes Halbarad) Ha.
Halbarad: (feeling some ribs break) Agh!
Troll: (lunging for Peldor, fumbles and trips...)
Peldor: (can't help but laugh, even in this situation) Hah.
Halbarad: (chops and stabs the stone giant, but misses both
times) Damn!
Peyote: (slashes the ogre, killing it) Hah. Bad luck, dude.
Mongo: (bashes the fire giant _again_) Die, dammit!
Ogre mage: (uses his Sleep power on the party from the air,
but fortunately they all save...!) By the gods! I do not
believe it!
Alindyar: Believe it.
Peyote: (slices at another ogre, but misses)
FIRE GIANT
STONE GIANT
Mongo Halbarad
HILL GIANT Ged OGRE
Belphanior Peyote
Alindyar
Peldor
TROLL Rillen OGRE MAGE
ETTIN <airborne>
3 OGRES
Belphanior: (blasts the hill giant) Die!
Hill giant: (dies, headless and extremely charred)
Belphanior: Wow.
Peldor: (misses the ettin, fumbling, and his sword sails
off into the dirt) Whoops.
Ettin: Heh heh.
Rillen: (attacking a tentacled ogre, slashes it deeply)
Looks like you are all tied up...
ogre: Agh!
Alindyar: (getting his carpet out)
Fire giant: (misses Mongo with his huge axe) Arg! Die!
Mongo: (bashes the giant in the knee) Fall! Fall, damn
you!
Peyote: (slashes his ogre, killing it) Sorry, dude. Rude
deal.
Stone giant: (hits Halbarad with his stone club, knocking
him out) Ha.
Halbarad: (unconscious and bleeding internally)
Ged: Somebody help him!
Rillen: (dices an ogre with his staff, slaying it)
Mongo: (misses the giant) Hey, watch it! You almost
stepped on me!
Fire giant: SHUT UP!
Ogre mage: (airborne) Now you see me...(goes invisible)
Alindyar: Curses! (goes aerial on the carpet and starts
spellcasting)
Troll: (mauls the defenseless Peldor) Rargh!
Peldor: (smashed, bloody, comatose; falls to the ground)
Troll: (moving toward Ged and Rillen) Rrgh. Rarg!
Rillen: (slashes another tentacle-tied ogre, killing it)
Ged: Eh? (spots the troll coming for him) Fortunately
I am ready for you, green fiend! (casts a Lightning
Bolt in the direction of the troll, and incidentally,
the ettin) Ha! Chew electric death, snarling curs!!
Ettin: Eyaaaaaaaa! (blasted into small bits, dies)
Troll: YEARGH! (blackened and missing chunks) AARGH!
Ged: Ha! Boccob's might proves superior once more!
Mongo: (bashes fire giant, hearing ribs and more crunch)
Fire giant: (falls, dead at last)
Mongo: Hah! Mongo triumphs!
Alindyar: (having cast Detect Invisibility, he can now
see the ogre mage floating nearby - but doesn't let the
creature know that...)
Belphanior: (running into position, he blasts the troll
directly with his wand)
Troll: (melted)
Ged: Thanks for finishing that scum off. (pulls out his
morningstar)
Belphanior: Noooo problem.
Peyote: (slashes at the stone giant, but its tough hide
deflects the blow) Damn.
Ogre mage: (attempts to Charm Alindyar) You know, it
_really_ would be in your best interest to drop your
carpet onto your dwarven friend there. Othewise, he
is apt to hurt someone with that dreadful hammer of his.
Alindyar: (sweating) No...HA! You shall have to do
better than that, you floating blue turnip.
Ogre mage: Turnip?
Halbarad (dead)
STONE GIANT
Mongo
Ged Peyote
Belphanior
Alindyar
<airborne>
Peldor (dead) Rillen OGRE MAGE
OGRE <airborne>
Belphanior: (heading for the ogre) Time to wrap this up.
Rillen: (slashes at the ogre, but misses) Damn! I never
miss!
ogre mage: (looking around)
Alindyar: Pay attention. (blasts the humanoid with his own
bolt of lightning)
Ogre mage: Bah. (the bolt is mostly deflected, and rebounds
into Alindyar!)
Alindyar: <ZAP> Agh! (falls, unconscious and in spasms)
Ogre mage: (becomes visible) Hah. So much for YOU.
Mongo: Hey! Get down from there, you! (hurls his hammer,
hitting the ogre mage hard)
Ogre mage: Agh! (stunned, falls to the ground)
Ged: (thinking of a double play, dashes up and hits the
humanoid with his morningstar, killing it) Yes!
Ogre mage: No fair...(expires)
Mongo: (catches his hammer) Get some oil and burn that
fucker! Remember the last blue ogres we fought?
Ged: Yeah. (thinking about a Burning Hands on the body)
Belphanior: (moves up and backstabs the last ogre, killing it)
Mongo: (saw the whole thing) Backstab?
Ged: Hey! You fight like a thief!
Peyote: (slashes at the stone giant, misses) Huh?
Stone giant: Argh! (swats the half-elf, knocking him to
the dirt, bleeding and unconscious)
Mongo: Fuck! (throws hammer at the giant, but misses by
a hair) FUCK!!
Ged: (runs up and smashes his weapon into the giant's
stomach)
Stone giant: Urk. (perishes, falling to the ground with
a loud thump)
Ged: Boccob!
Mongo: Help the wounded!
Ged: Oh, yeah. (starts binding wounds and healing the
comatose) Geez, these guys are pretty bad off...
Belphanior: I'm suprised that none of us are actually
un-recoverable.
Ged: It's a close thing, my friend.
Mongo: (lighting the oil he poured on the ogre mage's
body)
Rillen: Why do you burn the body?
Mongo: He may jump back up again and cause trouble.
Rillen: (watching the blaze) Not any more.
THE STATUS OF THE PARTY:
Alindyar : - 7 hp
Belphanior : 11
Ged : 21
Halbarad : - 4
Mongo : 18
Peldor : - 2
Peyote : - 1
Rillen : 12
Soon, the four worst wounded were...stabilized, and
the others set about forming a defensive perimeter.
Next, Ged cast a Detect Magic spell, and the party set
about confiscating the dead group's magic items and
other loot:
fire giant : three potions (all smashed)
stone giant : strange rock
hill giant : (undersized, for him) morningstar
ogre mage : exotic ring, plus two potions (one smashed)
ogres : (various) scimitar, pick, two-handed sword
There were also several hundred coins and a few gems, as
well some cheap jewelry. Peyote shocked Ged, Mongo, and
even Rillen by kicking back and turning into a large dog,
a bloodhound to be specific. The half-elf/dog sniffed
around the whole area, quickly picking up the scent of the
evil humanoids. He loped off, and chased the scent to a
hidden cave about a mile away. Returning to the others,
he became human once more and briefed them. Belphanior
wandered off in search of the horses, and was able to
recover six of them. The group (those who were awake) did
not feel up to exploring the lair just yet, and so they
rested and built a camp for the rest of the day.
The party camped overnight off the path, guarding their
wounded carefully and making sure that they were well-
prepared for an ambush (Belphanior set a number of traps
around the campsite). Nothing came to bother them, though
they were paranoid (rightfully so). The next morning, the
four wounded were able to ride, although too weak for any
combat situations. The party checked the hidden cave,
and Mongo helped Peyote and Rillen try to move the massive
boulder blocking the entrance - to no avail. Peldor tried
to help using his ring's power, and Ged also tied strong
ropes to the six horses in a clever use of both his rope
skills and his horsemanship abilities. It wasn't until
Halbarad loaned his gauntlets of strength to the grey elf
that the combined force being exerted finally moved the
boulder. Only a foot-wide crack was made, though, for the
ropes began to snap. Belphanior slipped into the narrow
opening, followed by Mongo. The others waited outside...
Shortly, the pair returned, with news of piles of loot
and chests of coins. Belphanior had disarmed the traps
on the latter, since Mongo told him flat out that his
third occupation was no longer a secret...the adventurers
decided to stay in this place, since it seemed fairly safe
and also contained a lot of new treasure. They made their
camp inside the cave, and remained there for three more
days before returning to Fleer, well-healed and loaded
with treasure. After the token stop in Fleer (which was
rewarded with cheers and singing by the locals), they
bought two horses and rode back to Loftwick for treasure
division and possible training.
THE LOOT (MAGIC ITEMS ONLY):
(Identified beforehand, for a change, by Ged)
strange meteorite - Peldor
morningstar +3 - Ged
ring of spell turning - Ged
potion of healing - Alindyar
scimitar +1 - Peldor
pick +1 - Mongo
2H sword +1 - Peyote
cloak of comfort - Halbarad
ioun stone - Peyote
potion of undead control - Belphanior
big shovel - Mongo
wand of illumination - Rillen
hand axe +2 - Halbarad
quiver - Belphanior
crystal ball - Alindyar
horseshoes - Rillen
In brief, only Halbarad and Peldor were in need of training.
They spent several weeks doing this, while the others waited
in boredom. The cold of winter was suddenly (it seemed) upon
the adventurers. Soon...
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THE PARTY:
Alindyar, 9th level drow elf mage (N)
Belphanior, 6th/6rd/7th level high elf fighter/mage/thief (CN)
Ged, 7th/7th level grey elf priest/mage of Boccob (NG)
Halbarad, 8th level human ranger (NG)
Mongo Thunderhead, 8th level dwarf fighter (CG)
Peldor, 10th level human thief (N)
Peyote, 7th/8th level half-elf fighter/druid of Obad-Hai (N)
Rillen, 8th level human fighter (N)
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Date: 12/02/570 C.Y. (Common Year)
Time: afternoon
Place: Loftwick, capital of the Yeomanry
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In a private room within the latest tavern (the Daring Dancer
Inn), Belphanior was talking to Peldor...
Belphanior: Say, why don't we check out the prospects in this
city?
Peldor: Now THAT, my friend, is a damned good idea...
next time: Midnight escapades
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NOTES: This is the grand 50th episode, thus its length. At a
length of 40K, this is the biggest one I've ever posted. The
battle with the giants bacame one of the party's most talked-
about of the party's adventures. They were actually a lot more
worried during the battle than I have probably showed. Now, on
to other things...
Another fighter? Is this a good idea? Perhaps not, but yet,
this is how it happened. Rillen's player had run Rob's character
the previous session, but since Rob showed no signs of playing that
month (or any other), the player wanted his own character. The new
warrior Rillen is essentially a fighter, specializing in his bare
hands and the quarterstaff, and proficient with the longbow.
Penalties? He is not allowed to use any other weapon(s), period.
He spent his entire life training with two weapons of choice, and
unarmed combat. This is the cheap and easy way to build a monk -
there was no Warrior's handbook when we were playing...
When you read Rillen's lines, think of an Arnold Schwarzenegger
who can fight very well. That's how he was played - and the many
countless lines from movies and bad puns were hilarious (to us,
at least...).
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