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+ Bosco 11th level halfling thief (CN) +
+ Halbarad 13th level human ranger (NG) +
+ Mongo 18th level dwarven fighter (CG) +
+ Gorin 9th level dwarven fighter (NG) +
+ Peyote 11th/12th level half-elven warrior/druid (N) +
+ Rillen 17th level human monk (N) +
+ Songa 13th level human huntress (N) +
+ Rob 15th level priest of Trithereon (LG) +
+ Date: 4/18/576 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: afternoon +
+ Place: the Free City of Greyhawk +
+ Climate: pleasant +
+ "It's easy to make a friend. What's hard is to make a +
+ stranger." +
+ - unknown +
CDXXXVI. Old Companions And New
Three days have passed since Peldor's wedding and subsequent
departure. Various members of the party have been pursuing their
own ends. Sometimes, though, their ends pursue them...
Mongo: (sitting in the Braying Donkey tavern, enjoying a quiet meal
for a change as he contemplates his future) Hmm.
To be sure, the dwarf was bored. Unlike most of his adventuring
companions, he wasn't married or otherwise engaged. He had nowhere
to call home, nowhere to settle. Mongo was beginning to think that
Clangeddin had put him on this world for the sole purpose of fighting
evildoers and championing the weak.
Mongo: (tears a huge bite from a turkey leg) Rrgnf.
dwarf: (strolls up to the table) Uh...Mongo?
Mongo: Hmph? (he turns, and nearly chokes on his food) <kaff>
dwarf: Sorry about that.
Mongo: (sputtering) Darek Halfplow?!?
dwarf: (looking around) Shh! Keep your voice down...
Mongo: Why?!? You're dead!
Darek: (takes a seat) I never knew it, then. I've been looking for
one of you for days now.
Mongo: How...when...what the hell's going on?
Darek: I was hoping you could tell me. The last thing I remember is
that explosion, during the fight. Then the ceiling fell...
Mongo: (nods) Boy, did it ever.
Darek: Well, like I said, that was the last thing I remember. Next
time I woke up, I was in the upper levels of Greyhawk's sewers. Some
sewer-cleaners found me. (he shrugs) Weirdest damn thing.
Mongo: (rubs his beard)
The warrior was beginning to put the pieces together. Darek's
smashed corpse had been left in the care of the svirfneblin, the deep
gnomes who lived in a city deep beneath Greyhawk. Grimlok, their king,
had promised to do whatever he could. Now it seemed that his high
priest, Slagg, had succeeded. The deep gnomes had probably taken the
unconscious Darek all the way back up to the sewers - a great risk
indeed, for the svirfneblin had made clear their desire to keep their
presence a secret. Darek, naturally, hadn't a clue about what had
happened to him, and Mongo couldn't tell him the truth.
Mongo: Uh, things got kinda strange down there, but I guess you
Darek: Yeah...like I said, it's weird, but here I am. What happened
to the shapeshifters?
Mongo: We found their colony, killed a lot of 'em...they got riled up,
though, and gave us a hard time before it was all over. But now it
is, and that's that.
Darek: (shakes his head) Strangest damn thing...
Mongo: Look, a lot of what went down is being covered up, so I'd
suggest that you don't go hunting for too many answers.
Darek: (grins) Ah, the city's bureaucracy hard at work, eh?
Mongo: Something like that.
Darek: Mind if I have some of that turkey? I haven't eaten since
Mongo: Sure, go ahead. (he pushes the plate over)
The two dwarves talked for awhile, discussing the finer points of
Greyhawk's architecture and design. When Mongo was done, though, he
bid the other farewell - for he had places to be. Soon, he had
rejoined Gorin and some of the others, in the Green Dragon Inn.
Gorin: Got everything packed.
Peyote: That's no biggie when you've got a portable hole, dude.
Halbarad: I, myself, prefer to carry my worldly possessions on my
back. Anything else is unnecessary.
Songa: Now you're talking sense.
Halbarad: (frowns) When haven't I?
Rillen: (to Rob) You're sure you don't want to accompany us?
Rob: Yes, I'm sure. I'd like to, but I have pressing business else-
Bosco: Hey, what could be more important that clowning around with
your old drinking buddies?
Rob: Drinking? I never...
Bosco: (to Mongo) Man, I sure wish I could come with you guys...but
as the new proprietor of the Green Dragon Inn, I have important things
to do. (he holds up a scroll) Do you have any _idea_ how much the
city council takes for land taxes? Why, if I didn't-
Rob: (trips over a scurrying ferret, and crashes into a stack of
kegs, toppling some of them) Oops...
Rillen: (sighing, he picks up one keg, easily, and re-stacks it atop
Bosco: Harpo! Get over here.
Harpo: (climbs up Bosco's proffered arm, quickly taking a perch atop
the halfling's head)
Gorin: How are the ferrets doing?
Bosco: Actually, they've got a sister now - their parents had a new
litter, though all but one died. (he shakes his head sadly) Still,
one is better than none.
Songa: (to Rillen) That's sad.
Halbarad: (awkwardly breaking up this conversation) Er...we should
Peyote: (to Bosco) Fear not, little dude...we'll be back, to wine and
dine at your fine establishment.
Bosco: I hope so. Hey, I'll give you a discount!
Mongo: That's generous of you, Bosco.
Bosco: (shrugs) What can I say?
Scarcely an hour later, those who were going were on the road:
Mongo, Gorin, Rillen, Songa, Halbarad, and Peyote.
Rillen: I was surprised to learn that we had a common destination.
Peyote: Only partially, tall cool dude. Once we cross the Nyr Dyv,
we've gotta go northwest, to the Vesve Forest.
Gorin: Why's that?
Peyote: It's a druidic thing, man. And Halbarad's in on it too.
Halbarad: You're certainly welcome to join us.
Rillen: Hmm, I don't know...
Songa: (shakes her head) Our path lies to the north and east.
Peyote: (eyeing the woman's amazonian proportions) That's too bad,
Mongo: (to Rillen) Me and Gorin will probably go with them. I was
thinking of heading back toward the Lortmils, and Thunderdelve
Mountain, anyway. This'll just be a slight detour, and who knows
what adventure may wait around the corner?
Rillen: I understand. We, too, have business of our own to attend
Halbarad: (idly examining a snake's trail, along the side of the
Songa: (joins him) A grass snake.
Halbarad: No, surely it was a spotted rock snake.
Songa: No, it was a grass snake. See, they always leave these tiny
sideways furrows, like this.
Mongo: (to Peyote) So what've you guys been up to, all these years?
Peyote: What we do best, man: wandering. Adventures here and there,
of course. You remember the rune quest?
Mongo: (nods) Yeah.
Peyote: That was one of our grandest little jaunts. Well, I guess
you guys missed out on the end of it, eh?
Mongo: We sure did. Whatever happened to those runes?
Peyote: Well, after you guys zapped yourselves out of this world,
we hooked up with some other adventurers. Together, we fought the
bad guys...basically, they've got some runes, and we've got some
Gorin: You're not carrying them around, I take it?
Peyote: No way, dude. The ones we had were split up and given to
certain people for safekeeping. Even we don't know who. Never
again will those things be a threat to the world.
Mongo: (counting off on his fingers) Earth, Fire, Water, Air...uh.
Damn, I wish I was better at remembering things like this.
Peyote: Time, Star. (he scratches his head) Now what _was_ that
seventh one? Halbarad, what was that seventh one?
Halbarad: (shrugs) I don't remember.
Rillen: Obviously not the rune of Memory.
next: Rillen and Songa go their own way, leaving the others to
journey to the Vesve
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notes: I'd better say it now: the Rune storyline will NOT be
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