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Path: usenet.ee.pdx.edu!news.reed.edu!sun.lclark.edu!netnews.nwnet.net!ns1.nodak.edu!news.uoknor.edu!news.ecn.uoknor.edu!paladin.american.edu!gatech!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!uunet!not-for-mail From: tmiller@cimmeria.oit.gatech.edu (Thomas Miller) Newsgroups: rec.games.frp.archives Subject: STORY: Adventurers 245 Followup-To: rec.games.frp.misc Date: 26 Apr 1995 11:34:26 -0400 Organization: UUNET Technologies Inc, Falls Church VA USA Lines: 569 Sender: smm@uunet.uu.net Approved: smm@uunet.uu.net Message-ID: <3nlp62$r0o@rodan.UU.NET> NNTP-Posting-Host: rodan.uu.net + + + + + + + + + + + + + + THE ADVENTURERS + + + + Epic II + + + + + + + + + + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + 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. + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + The player characters contained in these writings are copy- + + right 1995 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 + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + THE PARTY (or more accurately, a fragment of it): + + + + Peldor 19th level human thief (N) + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + Date: 9/1/574 C.Y. (Common Year) + + Time: late morning + + Place: the Green Dragon Inn + + Climate: warm + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + "Professional assassination is the highest form of public + + service." + + - Chiun, from _Remo Williams_ + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ CCXLV. Getting Established Having successfully remodeled The Green Dragon Inn, Peldor is in fairly good spirits. After a late breakfast, he has endeavored to take a walk around the River Quarter... Peldor: (whistling as he eyeballs the various establishments in the area) It's a fine day... Suddenly, two large, hulking goons came up, on either side of the rogue. goon #1: Are you Peldor, of the Green Dragon Inn? Peldor: (hand on his sword-hilt) Maybe. goon #2: Relax, we're just here to tell you that someone wants to have a word with you. Peldor: (considers using his TK ring to push the goons aside) Is that so? Who might this person be? goon #1: Come with us. Peldor: (somewhat leery, he goes along, but keeps on his guard) They led him through several smaller side streets, and then into the back door of a run-down dive of an inn, which Peldor noted was named some species of weird fish. The goons escorted him to a table in one corner, where a middle-aged, fat fellow sat. Peldor's first impression of this man was that he was a thug; his scar-covered face leered meanly, and he drummed his pudgy fingers on the table next to his cup, as if the world should wait on him to do anything. man: Sit down. Peldor: Who the hell are you? goons: (six of them, rather brutish in appearance, they appear from nowhere, surrounding both Peldor and the man) man: Sit down, or my men will make you. thug: (puts his hand on Peldor's shoulder) Peldor: (decides not to resist, since he is outnumbered, and instead sits down) Okay, who are you? man: I am called Tomas Ratek. (he extends one greasy hand) Peldor shook the offered hand, though both men knew that it was more of a formality than anything else. Tomas: You probably don't know this, but I'm the Master Thief for the River Quarter. Peldor: (having done some investigating already, he actually does know this, and more, but he plays along) Really? Tomas: Yup. You own that Green Dragon place, right? Peldor: That's correct. Tomas: (acting like he's some kind of genius) Well. From looking over your Guild membership information, and comparing some notes, I've realized that you employ several thieves in your place of business. Peldor: Only a few. Tomas: Nine, actually. Peldor: (knowing the number to be somewhat higher, he again plays dumb) Yes. What of it? Tomas: (seems to puff his chest out importantly) Being in charge of this Quarter's thieving operations, I must say that I have to worry about any illegal activities you might be up to. Peldor: You mean unsanctioned activities. Tomas: Unsanctioned means illegal around here. In River Quarter, I _am_ the Guild. (leans in, close) I hope you're not thinking of starting up your own guild. Peldor: (bursts out with laughter) Oh, heavens, no! That's a good one! Tomas: (only looks partially relieved) Good. Because, let me tell you- (leers menacingly) -I'm _in charge_ around here. Anything illegal that you do, see, I find out, and shut you down. Maybe more...like getting rid of you permanently. Peldor: (adopts an innocent look) Who, me? I've done nothing... true, a few of my employees are also thieves, but I don't push them about it. I guess I just happen to hire a lot of lowlifes. (he considers asking the pudgy Tomas if he'd like to get hired) Tomas: Well, it's good to hear that you're not up to anything. 'Cause if you were, I'd have to put a stop to it, you understand? Peldor: Gotcha. Tomas: Glad we understand each other. Now, get outta here. But remember - I'll be watching. If I don't see you start cleaning up your act, it'll be...it'll be bad. Peldor: (gets up, gladly) See you around. Tomas: Wait a minute...just one more thing. Peldor: Huh? Tomas: Collection day is Thursday. Peldor: Pardon? Tomas: Five percent of your total income. Peldor: But I'm not oper- Tomas: Five percent. Thursdays. Peldor: That's outrageous! Tomas: Hey, it's Guild law. Follow it, or get out of town. Or be thrown out of town. Dead or alive. Peldor: Very well. (leaves) Tomas: (smirks) Though Tomas didn't seem quite sure that Peldor had gotten the point, it appeared that he was content with having issued his threat and asserted his power. Peldor, however, was having none of it, and as soon as he got back to his tavern, he spoke with a couple of the more trusted employees about Tomas Ratek. He learned that the man had been the master thief for the River Quarter for several years, but more through brute force than craftiness and cunning. Peldor: Exactly as I suspected. Tanya: Eh? Peldor: (cracks his knuckles) We shall have to do something about this Tomas Ratek fellow. I get the feeling he'll be watching me, leaning on me...maybe even blackmail? Yes, we've got to deal with him. Tanya: Maybe we should wait and see what he does, if anything. Peldor: Yeah... However, while Peldor was waiting, Tomas Ratek was not content to leave well enough alone. The following day, three of Peldor's employees were attacked by thugs, on their way to work. Business at the inn dropped somewhat that week - an unprecedented event, that could have no natural cause. At week's end, a mere five days after his first appearance, Tomas returned to the inn, his six bodyguards accompanying him. Tomas: You! Stay right there. Peldor: Hi there. Tomas: (grinning) Let's talk, you and I. Peldor: Really? Tomas: Now. (looks around) In a less public place. Peldor: This way. (he leads the guests toward a small, private room) Will this do? Tomas: (to his guards) Wait outside. bodyguard #1: But- Tomas: I said outside! (he and Peldor enter the chamber, and he closes the door) bodyguards: (outside, they spread out around the door) Peldor: What do you want? Tomas: By now, you've seen my power, my influence. And I've had a while to examine your operation. Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were planning to start your own thieves' guild, right in your own basement! Peldor: That's a load of- Tomas: (beams) My agents are everywhere...and they have sharp eyes and ears. I hope I'm not forced to bring this up to the Guild Masters... Peldor: It's not true! I- Tomas: (he rubs his fat chin) You know, you're in big trouble. I could have you shut down and exiled from the city for the very planning of this offense. However...I understand that you are a very wealthy man. Peldor: Err...yes. That's one way of putting it. Tomas: Therefore, I am offering you a chance to avoid all the legal trouble and red tape that my investigation would bring. Peldor: How considerate of you. Tomas: Of course, you will, in return, you will pay me a hundred pieces of gold per month - on top of the five percent. Peldor: Whew, that's awfully high! Tomas: Live with it. Cooperate, or you're out of the city. Believe me, I have the power to get rid of you if you don't pay up. And I know you have the money. Peldor: Hmm. I still say your fee is pretty high. Tomas: It's the price you pay. You're really too ambitious for your own good. Peldor: (looking resigned) Very well. Tomas: Excellent. My men will be around to keep an eye on you. I'll come in person to collect my fees. (he leaves) Have a nice day. Peldor: (looking troubled, he enters the inn's main dining room) Tanya: (instantly senses that something is wrong) Hmm...(to a subordinate) Take over for a while. (she follows Peldor upstairs to his bedroom) Peldor: (closes the door) We have a problem. Tanya: Care to tell me about it? Peldor: Yeah, I suppose it would help... Peldor told her everything, and it was good therapy, allowing him to re-order the facts in his mind. Tanya listened intently, asking minor questions and clarifying certain details. Tanya: This _is_ a major problem. Peldor: Damn that Tomas! We've got to do something about the fat bastard... Tanya: Yes, but the question is, what? Peldor: Damn, I wish Belphanior was still around. Tanya: But didn't he- Peldor: Yeah, he's gone. Tanya: What can you do, then? Peldor: I honestly don't know...but I'm sure I'll come up with some- thing. Tanya: You always do. (she begins massaging his back) Peldor: Ahh...(he rolls over) Tanya: Oh! It seemed that there were even better therapies for stress than talking over one's problems. Later... Tanya: Feeling better? Peldor: Yes, indeed. (he kisses her lightly) I'll think on this, for awhile...and then I'll act! And he did; for the next several nights, Peldor was absent from the inn, instead roaming the streets and taverns of the River Quarter. He used his hat of disguise to assume various identities, and in them he did quite a bit of surveillance on Tomas Ratek. Peldor quickly learned the man's patterns, his various personal ownings and business interests, his home, his frequently-visited places, what he liked to drink, the fact that some of his bodyguards were always at his side - everything. Peldor also studied the laws and policies, both written and unwritten, of the Free City and its Thieves' Guild, and shortly, he hit upon a plan. His plan left certain elements to chance, but Peldor was counting on certain reactions from certain people, based on the intelligence he had gathered. One night, he made his way to one of Tomas' more frequented establishments in the River Quarter. After making sure that the master thief and his bodyguards were drinking and carousing within, Peldor ventured to Tomas' house, a somewhat run-down, two-story building several streets away. While still in the darkness of a nearby alley, the adventurer used his magical hat to disguise himself... guards at door of Tomas' house: (seeing their leige strolling up) Lord and master! Where are your bodyguards? Tomas: (frowns) I sent them home. Now step aside, I'm in a hurry. (he walks by, seeming angry) guards: (though it occurs to them that this is unusual, they don't think much of it, not wishing to incur Tomas' wrath) His disguise having worked to perfection, Peldor entered the house, quickly ascertaining which rooms were which. The house seemed fairly unoccupied - apparently Tomas was unmarried and didn't retain many servants. After checking a couple of rooms on the ground floor, he headed upstairs, approaching a double door at the end of the hall. Tomas/Peldor: (muttering) That's got to be it. (he tries the handles, finding them locked in place) Hmm. (quickly producing two skeleton keys, he goes to work) The lock was complicated, but Peldor was, after all, a master; the doors were opened within fifteen seconds. Beyond, he found a large, luxuriously appointed bedchamber, with expensive furniture and many paintings and tapestries. It seemed that Tomas Ratek fancied himself an art collector; Peldor liked to think he knew better. Peldor: Hmm. (checking behind the various wall decorations, one at a time) Quickly, he located a wall safe, small but sturdy, mounted in the wall behind a painting of a red dragon. The thing had a complicated combination lock, which virtually negated Peldor's chances of opening it in less than an hour. Peldor: No matter...I came prepared. (he produces two glass vials, and applies their contents to the safe's door edges and hinges) The green jelly, a powerful acid made from rare slimes and oozes, quickly dissolved the steel of the safe's door, and Peldor (using his magical ring, to keep acid off of his hands) was able to pull the weakened door off. Within were several sheafs of documents and a small pouch, all of which Peldor lifted from the ruined safe with the powers of his ring. A series of poison-needle traps, triggered by the motion, went off as the papers floated by. Peldor: Ah, clever. (flipping through the papers) Perfect...this is perfect. I couldn't have asked for more if I'd had a wish. (he looks inside the pouch, finding six medium-sized diamonds) Excellent. After checking his disguise in a mirror, Peldor left the bedroom, went downstairs, and walked out Tomas' front door, the master thief's most treasured possessions secure in one pocket. Tomas/Peldor: (to the guards at the gate) I shall be out for a bit. Keep a careful watch...I have a feeling there are thieves about tonight. (he strolls away) guard#1: (somewhat relieved) Whew. The boss didn't seem himself. guard#2: Yeah, no kidding. Maybe he's not feeling well. Wasting no time, Peldor next paid a visit to the Wheel of Gold, one of the city's finest gambling houses, where he located, and then sought audience with, one of the place's more distinguished guests. This was a difficult undertaking, and ended up requiring a couple of serious bribes (or fees, if one preferred.) Peldor: (having been led to a dark room, where a figure sits in deep shadows against one wall) Say, aren't you- figure: You are the thief known as Peldor. We have watched your progress, over the years. You now own the Green Dragon Inn, yes? Peldor: Err, that's right. figure: What is your business with us? Peldor: I'll get right to the point, then. figure: Please do. Peldor: This Tomas Ratek fellow...I'm new in town, and he's giving me quite a bit of trouble. Accusations, threats, illegal fees... you name it. figure: Indeed. You don't suppose his accusations have any basis in fact, do you? Peldor: Of course not - unlike him, I'm not stupid. figure: (seems to ponder this) So, what do you want with me? Peldor: Well, now that you ask...(produces a sheaf of papers) I took the liberty of borrowing these from Tomas. They detail all the illegal money he's made over the last several years...all his scams...all his agents...even some assassinations he's financed. It's all there. figure: (clearly surprised) You stole these from Tomas himself? Peldor: Not even an hour ago. figure: You must be a thief of no small skill, then. Peldor: True...(looking through the papers) I believe that what I hold in my hand could ruin Tomas Ratek in this city. figure: I see. Hand the papers over. Peldor: Also, I acquired these gems...(he hands the pouch of gems over with the documents) I thought that a donation to the Guild might help...prove my sincerity in this matter. figure: (takes both) Very well. We shall look into this matter. Tomas may require an attitude adjustment. Peldor: It's hopeless, if you ask me. figure: I didn't. Peldor: Well, Tomas has to be out of line. He claims to be working under Guild law, but this can't be right. I can't find the "laws" he quotes anywhere. figure: We shall look into this. Go about your business. Peldor: But I p- I want an answer! figure: We will be in touch, if necessary. You may go. Peldor: Very well. (he leaves and walks out onto the street) Hmm. (heads back toward the Green Dragon Inn, absentmindedly fingering the single diamond still in his pocket) Two events of import occurred within the next twenty-four hours; one was publicly known, while the other was quite private. Word quickly spread around the city the next morning - Tomas Ratek, an art dealer and proprietor of some renown (and holder of other, less publicly-known titles, as some knew) had disappeared, completely and utterly. Even the man's own bodyguards, always within earshot of their leige, knew nothing. It was one of the greatest mysteries that had come along in years. No one knew where Tomas might have gone, of course, but the man had not been well-liked, and nobody was heard to complain about the incident. The same morning, Peldor received a summons, and proceeded with due haste to an office within the Thieves' Guild. He was checked for weapons (they even got all but one of his thieves' picks) and ushered into a dark, quiet room. man in chair: Greetings. Have a seat. Peldor: (sits down) Your voice sounds familiar. man: (of average height, and stocky, with blond hair) I am, of course, Org Nenshen, Guildmaster of Thieves here in Greyhawk. Peldor: Yes. I have spoken with you recently. Org: (smiles faintly) Perhaps. Peldor: I heard a piece of alarming news this morning. Org: Tomas was becoming too ambitious for his own good...or ours. Good riddance, I say. Peldor: (has a notion) He's dead? Org: That's one way of putting it. Peldor: You killed him! I mean, you really killed him... Org: Not I. (he waves to nobody in particular) Just then, "nobody" emerged from the shadows. The fellow was of indeterminate height, perhaps six feet, but Peldor, skilled though he was with disguises, couldn't tell for sure. Similarly, the assassin's build and facial features were hidden by the dark clothes and hood that he wore. Org: (to the shadowy figure) No traces, they say. Excellent work. assassin: (in a low, flat voice, almost a whisper) Of course... Peldor: Yes, most impressive. You don't happen to know a tall, crazy elf named Belphanior? assassin: Yes, I know of him...I'll do him for ten thousand. All in advance. Peldor: Ulp. No, err, that's not what I meant. Org: (tosses a small pouch to the assassin, who catches it deftly) Until next time. assassin: (nods slightly, and vanishes) Peldor: Not a man of many words, that one. I don't suppose he has a name? Org: Not a real one that anybody knows of; he goes by "Whisper" now. I just wanted you to have an idea of the kind of talent that we can call upon, when the need arises. Peldor: (nods) Such as Tomas. Org: Of course. What fool would allow a slithering cobra to remain in his midst? Besides, while such an event might be expected to cause quite a stir, you must bear in mind that this isn't quite Greyhawk's High Quarter, and Tomas Ratek had not exactly been popular with the Thieves' Guild, the City Guard, or anyone else for that matter. In other words, no one really cares about the disappearance of a two-bit thug like Tomas. Peldor: Hmm, I can see your point. Org: There. I must say, Peldor, I'm impressed. When you came to us with this...problem, I wasn't surprised - we had long seen the ambition of that now-dead idiot - but your help in exposing him was of great use. Peldor: Thanks. Of course, you provided the important element... Org: Well, Tomas was becoming worrisome to us. Meaning, frankly, that the time had come to get rid of him. Hmm. (he ponders) Indeed, I find it hard to believe that we ever let the vile toad ascend to his position. Peldor: Well, it does boggle the mind. Org: Of course, I'm going to have to find somebody to replace him in the River Quarter...a new Master Thief for that area. (turns to Peldor again) How long have you been a paying Guildmember? Peldor: Since I opened the inn, almost two years; I paid dues whenever I was in the city, though, for years before that. Org: Hmm. (he rubs his chin) Much to consider...(to Peldor) Go now. I shall be in touch. Peldor: Sure thing, friend. (he leaves) That evening, over a fine dinner at the lofty Patricians' Club, the Quarter Masters of the Thieves' Guild held a private meeting, presided over by Org himself. The following day, Peldor was summoned back to Org's office; when he arrived, the Guildmaster posed to him a certain question. Org: (smiling carefully) How would you like to be the Guild's Master Thief for the River Quarter? next time : more misadventures notes : More information on the inhabitants of the Green Dragon Inn (consider it a supplement to last episode's maps etc.): THE GREEN DRAGON INN, pt. 2 staff: Of the 41 employees at the Green Dragon, 17 are actually Peldor's followers, people who flocked to him once he established himself in the city. Most of these are thieves, though a few (notably the bouncers among the 17) are warriors. A breakdown of the inn's staff follows: Position # unusual ones (* indicates a loyal follower) -------------------------------------------------------------------- cooks 6 human F3*, dwarven F3/T2*, gnomish T4* bartenders 4 Tanya (human T11/F5, head bartender) bouncers 8 Vinnie (human F8, head bouncer), dwarven F6*, human F5*, human F4*, human F3, half-orc F3/T3*, human F2*, human T2* serving wenches 12 (all human) T2*, T2*, T1*, T1*, T1 card dealers 4 human T4*, elven T3*, human T2 maids 7 human T3*, human T2, human T1* Bosco fits into the picture however he likes, though usually he can be found in the casino, throwing money around like it was free. Vinnie, head bouncer, is technically a hireling, but he is also one of Peldor's closest friends. As for Tanya...well, there's no clear-cut category to describe her. It is an unspoken agreement that Peldor or one of the others will help any aspiring young thieves among the staff, with training and equipment issues; Peldor has ensured that they are all registered with the Thieves' Guild, though he also made sure they avoided any references to their common place of employment. While the staff are warned not to steal from the Green Dragon Inn's customers - a firing offense - they are also encouraged to frequent Greyhawk's other inns and taverns, plying their trade as they see fit. One of Peldor's employee benefits (along with a good salary and free meals) is that he will loan the bail money for any of his staff members who end up in jail, should they get arrested for anything less than murder or treason. The six cooks, while not of the caliber employed by the Golden Phoenix, are nevertheless quite skilled, and bring with them the collective culinary arts of many lands and races. They work in rotating shifts, such that at least two are always working; at some times four or five, or even all six, are cooking simultaneously. The four bartenders (three human men, and Tanya) are among the most competent in the city; they can mix and serve drinks to half the inn, while never mixing up orders. Tanya is in charge of the group, and she works when she pleases, while each of the others rotates on a shift. The eight bouncers are a respected lot, led by the 6'8", 330 lb. Vinnie. It is seldom necessary for more than three or four to work at once, except at night. Of all the inn's employees, the bouncers tend to be the most overworked, often pulling double or late shifts. For this reason, they are very well-paid. All are loyal to Vinnie, which pretty much makes them loyal to Peldor too. The twelve serving wenches are, to a surprisingly large extent, thieves of some experience who are loyal to Peldor. This is because he feels it important to size up his guests, listen in on their conversations, and such. Who knows what contacts could be made by exploiting some need or desire of a customer? Peldor has instructed his serving wenches to keep their eyes and ears open for anything interesting, and if the inn's master isn't in the house, Tanya can usually take care of business. The 4 card dealers are all experienced in their work, three moreso than the fourth. Their job is to run the gambling tables and make sure the guests don't cheat. Though the dealers have very little experience in fighting, there are usually one or two bouncers in the casino, in case something happens. Typically, one dealer begins work in the morning, and is joined by a second later that afternoon, when things pick up. The third and fourth come in in the evening, and work until the casino shuts down. The 7 maids have the job of cleaning and preparing the inn's guest rooms, a decidedly thankless job, for which they are paid more than one might suspect. Like the serving wenches, the maids have been instructed to keep alert for anything unusual, and report it to the management. Between the serving wenches and the maids, Peldor is privy to a lot of interesting tidbits and gossip. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ -- Thomas Miller tmiller@cimmeria.oit.gatech.edu Systems Support Specialist II Georgia Tech Network Services WWW: http://www.gatech.edu/oit/staff/ns/thomas.miller.html "Those who don't wanna get shot...better head on out the back."