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From: tmiller@cimmeria.oit.gatech.edu (Thomas Miller)
Newsgroups: rec.games.frp.archives
Subject: STORY: Adventurers 206
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Date: 11 Oct 1994 09:57:07 -0400
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+ THE ADVENTURERS +
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+ Epic II +
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+ Many of the locations, non-player characters, spells, +
+ and other terms used in these stories are the property of +
+ TSR, Inc. However, this does not mean that TSR in any +
+ way endorses or authorizes their use, and any such items +
+ contained within these stories should not be considered +
+ representative of TSR in any way, shape, or form. +
+ Due to the nature of the Internet, these stories have +
+ been widely available since 1991. I have given them to +
+ the world freely, and have never intended to market them +
+ or in any way make money. However, due to TSR, Inc.'s +
+ copyright restrictions, old episodes of the Adventurers +
+ are no longer being archived on any ftp site anywhere. +
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+ The player characters contained in these writings are +
+ copyright 1994 by Thomas Miller. Any resemblance to any +
+ persons or characters either real or fictional is utterly +
+ coincidental. Copying and/or distribution of these tales +
+ is permissible only under the sole condition that no part +
+ of them will be used or sold for profit. In that case, I +
+ hope you enjoy them... +
+ +
+ Thomas Miller +
+ tmiller@cimmeria.oit.gatech.edu +
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+ THE PARTY: +
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+ Alindyar 15th level dark elven mage (N) +
+ Arnold 11th level human warrior (NG) +
+ Belphanior 12th/14th/14th level high elven w/m/t (CN) +
+ small immaterial wispy thing +
+ Ged 14th/14th level grey elf priest/mage (NG) +
+ Lyra 12th level female dark elven mage (N) +
+ Mongo 16th level dwarven warrior (CG) +
+ Peldor 18th level human thief (N) +
+ Bosco 8th level halfling thief (CN) +
+ Rillen 16th level human warrior (N) +
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+ Date: unknown +
+ Time: afternoon +
+ Place: an alien city called "New Orleans" +
+ Climate: moderately cold +
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+ "Not as bad as you might have imagined." +
+ - motto suggested for New Jersey by Calvin Trillin +
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CCVI. The Party Regroups
Peldor: (walking briskly through the halls and offices of
the police station, disguised and with Belphanior's many
missing items stashed in his pocket of holding) Ho-hum.
three FBI guys: (come running around the corner) You!
Hold it right there!
Peldor: Uh-oh...(he blinks into invisibility)
Agent Proctor: Huh?
Agent Gamble: What the hell...?
Agent Smith: Come on! (they all charge toward the place
where they last saw the thief)
Peldor: (runs invisibly toward the station's main door)
Uh-oh.
Dodging and ducking, the thief managed to avoid bumping
into the first three police officers in his way. However,
as fate would have it, a rather obese specimen wandered
into his path at the last minute, oblivious to all that
was going on as he munched on a doughnut.
Peldor: (tries to dodge the fellow, but ends up bowling
him over) Whoa-
large cop: Dooouulf! (he falls, sending doughnuts flying
in all directions) Shit!
Peldor: (becomes visible, surprising all nearby) Hi! (he
catches a falling doughnut and continues running)
large cop: (looks around) Huh?
wispy thing: (looks the cop in the face) Fssss! (flies
after Peldor)
FBI guys: (slowed somewhat by the fallen officer) Dammit!
Across the street from the police station, the others in
Peldor's group waited impatiently.
Bosco: (eats yet another doughnut) Mmm.
Rillen: How many is that now?
Bosco: Glmph.
Mongo: Where the hell is Peldor?!? He should've been back
by now!
Lyra: Calm down. I'm sure he'll show up eventually.
wispy thing: (appears from somewhere, making urgent faces
and babbling madly) Pssss! Ffffrp!
Bosco: (his mouth stuffed full of food) Hrngm?
Just then, a sudden commotion caught their attention from
across the street. A lone police officer was running from
the police station, hotly pursued by three well-dressed men
and a number of other officers.
Rillen: (stands up) It's Peldor!
Mongo: Or is it? Those "policemen" all look the same.
Bosco: No, that's the one he disguised himself as.
Lyra: At least he's not running this way, to reveal us.
(she heads for the door, and begins spellcasting)
Rillen: Hmm. (he follows the drow enchantress)
Bosco: Oh, boy! (a doughnut in each hand, he runs after
the others)
Mongo: Cripes...(he hikes up his belt and trundles toward
the door) Damn thieves. Always getting into trouble.
outside...
Peldor: (becomes invisible again, but continues running,
chuckling silently)
Rillen: Now you see him, now you don't...
The pursuers stopped short, confused as hell. For that
matter, even the nearby witnesses were confused as hell.
bystander: Uh, huh huh duh huh.
other bystander: Whoa! That was _cool_!
various pursuers: (begin running toward Peldor, though
they can't see him)
Rillen: I wonder where he went?
Bosco: I'm sure he's around here _somewhere_. (he looks
around, eyes wide, still munching on a doughnut)
Mongo: (hefts his hammer, watching various police and
bystanders dart about) Uh...this place is getting too
crowded for my liking, if you know what I mean.
Lyra: (completes her spell, and a huge sheet of ice appears
from nowhere, blocking the FBI agents and police officers.
Agent Proctor: I don't believe this...
Agent Gamble: What the hell's going on here?!?
Agent Smith: (looking around) We can run around this ice,
maybe catch that guy.
Suddenly, a traffic signal overhead exploded, spraying
everyone with small bits of yellow metal and plastic and
multicolored glass!
Bosco: Holy cow! What the heck was _that_?!?
Mongo: (catches his hammer) Cover fire.
Peldor: (appears at the side of the others, becoming
visible again and un-disguising himself) Let's get
out of here!
Lyra: A teleport, eh? (she begins spellcasting)
policemen: (two of them, from the doughtnut shop) Hey!
Freeze!
Rillen: (points at the huge wall of ice in the middle of
the street) You were saying?
Bosco: (behind one of the officers, he crouches down at
the man's feet and begins tying his shoelaces together)
first policeman: (confused by whatever it is that Lyra's
doing) I said freeze!
Peldor: (uses his ring to TK the fellow's gun out of his
hand) I'll take that.
Rillen: (holds up his hands) Very well, we surrender.
second policeman: (starts forward, but trips over his own
feet and falls) What the-
Bosco: (busy relieving the fellow of various items on his
belt)
Lyra: Quickly, join hands!
Peldor: Come on, Bosco!
Bosco: Huh? Oh.
As the FBI agents finally got a glimpse of their quarry
and his cohorts, the whole band simply...vanished!
Agent Proctor: (slaps his forehead in frustration) Argh!
Agent Gamble: Where...how...?
Agent Smith: (looking around) Hmm, maybe we should call
Project: Blue Book.
As the five adventurers re-appeared within the hotel
suite, the first thing they saw was Belphanior, bleeding
from several minor wounds he hadn't bothered to bandage.
The elf was sitting cross-legged on the counter, eating
strange, steaming food from several white containers.
Mongo: Hey! What happened to you?
Belphanior: (noodles hanging out of his mouth, he points
with a fork toward a corpse propped up in one corner)
The dead fellow was well-dressed, for all the good it
would do him. The handle of a large knife still protruded
from his neck, and blood was seeping down his torso.
Mongo: Who the hell's this guy?
Bosco: (considers searching the dead man's pockets)
Belphanior: He came in here and tried to kill me. As you
can see, he didn't succeed.
Rillen: (examining the corpse) That's fairly obvious.
Was this man some kind of assassin?
Belphanior: (shrugs) I'd guess so, but who can be sure?
(he forks another bite of food into his mouth)
Lyra: Where did all this food come from?
Belphanior: I figured out what "room service" is.
wispy thing: (hovers over the food) Pfsss?
Peldor: (begins unloading items on the counter) I believe
these are yours...
Belphanior: Oh...wow. (his heart swells with gratitude)
All my stuff...(he eyes Blackrazor, wondering how the
thief managed to fit the sword into a pocket of holding)
Bosco: (grabs a chunk of meat from within Belphanior's
food while the elf is preoccupied) Mmm.
Rillen: (notes that the corpse in the corner is leaking
blood onto the carpet) I wonder if we have to pay for
this.
Mongo: Probably.
Belphanior: I guess Ged and Alindyar didn't get back yet.
Lyra: No...they must still be looking for information in
the library.
Bosco: And Arnold too!
Lyra: Yes, child, Arnold too.
Belphanior: (drily) Don't forget Paula.
Mongo: Who could do that?
Bosco: (retrieves several doughnuts from his pockets) Hey,
where'd these come from?
Belphanior: (examines a doughnut) What the hell is this?
next time : the continuing adventures of the others
notes : Life is good. I've stabilized my TSR problem,
and actually written _two_ stories this week! Not to
mention that everything else is going really, really well
for me right now. Hopefully I'll get back into a good
pace for writing, this fall.
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Thomas Miller tmiller@cimmeria.oit.gatech.edu
Systems Support Specialist II Georgia Tech Network Services
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