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+ Alindyar 17th level drow mage (N) +
+ Lyra 14th level female drow mage (N) +
+ Peldor 20th level human thief (N) +
+ Tanya 5th/11th level female human warrior/thief (LN) +
+ Bosco 12th level halfling thief (CN) +
+ Nenya 9th/10th level female elven fighter/wizard (NG) +
+ Deryck 11th level half-elven ranger (NG) +
+ Peyote 12th/12th level half-elven warrior/druid (N) +
+ Daffodil 11th level human female druidess (N) +
+ Date: 7/11/577 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: late morning +
+ Place: the Free City of Greyhawk +
+ Climate: pleasant +
+ "I get by with a little help from my friends..." +
+ - the Beatles +
DLXXXVII. Conjunction of Friends
The half-elf looked around the city, amazed by the sheer size and
layout of the place.
Peyote: (wide-eyed) Awesome...totally awesome!
Daffodil: What, haven't you ever been here before?
Peyote: (stops gawking, and regards her as if this question were a
foolish one) Of course I've been to Greyhawk! Who hasn't?
Daffodil: Well, I haven't. Once I thought I was going to go, but
my father changed his mind about our trip at the last minute...
something about dealing with a band of woodcutting orcs instead.
Peyote: Ah. No big deal - I've been here before. It's just been
Daffodil: Well, stop looking like a foreigner. We've got to blend
Peyote: Hey, I'm the master when it comes to looking cool.
Daffodil: (folds her arms, laughing mischievously)
Peyote: Just leave it to me, babe.
They weren't here by chance, of course. Peyote wanted to recruit
people to go track down the lich Xusia; he'd decided that Belphanior
was the one for the job, but he didn't know where the elf was. For
that matter, he didn't really know where anyone was these days, but
Greyhawk was always a good place to look. Thanks to the proximity
of woodlands, he and Daffodil had been able to journey here in a much
shorter time than normal land travel.
Greyhawk - like any city, much less a large, sprawling one - was
strange to them after so much time spent in the outdoors, the open,
the wild. Still, Peyote had been in many cities and towns during
his extensive travels, which made it doubly humorous for Daffodil to
make fun of him. As the daughter of a high-ranking druid, she had
hardly ever been outside the confines of one forest or another, much
less in a major center of civilization such as the Free City.
Peyote didn't remember much about the layout of the metropolis
they were now in, but he did know where the Green Dragon Inn was,
and the couple headed that way.
beggar: (accosts the pair) Can y'spare a copper, sir?
Daffodil: (crinkles her nose) Ugh.
Peyote: Sorry, dude, I'm all out. (he flips the old man a silver
beggar: M- many thanks, kind sir! (he scrambles away)
Daffodil: Is this common in cities?
Peyote: Afraid so. The worst part is, you have to wonder if they're
really gonna use the money for anything constructive, as opposed to
another bottle of cheap wine.
Daffodil: (watching the beggar's ragged cloak flap as he retreats)
A bath would be a good start.
Peyote: (sighs) The cities have their advantages, but they also have
their low points. Every woodsman and druid knows this, which is why
we don't live in cities. You wouldn't see this in a forest.
In short order, they found the Green Dragon Inn, though it didn't
look at all like Peyote remembered.
Peyote: (sniffing the air) That wood's fairly new...as are all the
shrubs around the place. If I didn't know better, I'd say the old
building got wiped out and replaced. Totally.
Daffodil: Maybe it did. (she eyes the huge building) Your friends
work in this place?
Peyote: They _own_ this place. C'mon, let's drop in. (he leads her
up the front stairway)
As they entered, they were greeted by a hulking doorman, whose face
broke out in a grin as he recognized the half-elf.
Vinnie: Peyote! Welcome back to the Green Dragon!
Peyote: Thanks, man. What happened here? Did Peldor finally decide
to plow the place down and start over?
Vinnie: (shakes his head) Fire. We survived and rebuilt, though,
Peyote: Glad to hear you got over it. Vinnie, this is my...friend,
Vinnie: (bows slightly) Nice to meet you, fair lady.
Daffodil: (smiles) Likewise. You used to adventure with Peyote,
Vinnie: (laughs) No, no! I just work for someone who did. (he
motions to their weapons) I'm afraid we'll have to collect those
at the door, though. Rules and all.
Peyote: (unbuckles his bastard sword) Keep it safe, now.
Daffodil: (hands over her staff)
Vinnie: Thanks. Peldor's at the bar, helping Tanya take stock of
the booze. Want me to get someone to show you the way?
Peyote: Nah, I think we'll be able to plot our own course. Later,
dude. (they wander into the inn)
Vinnie: (putting the weapons in a special locker, he is startled by
a disembodied female voice)
staff: Careful, there, friend. Wouldn't want you to scratch me,
now would I?
Daffodil: (walking away, she smiles to herself)
They worked their way through the tavern section, noting the simple
but efficient layout and construction of the tables. It didn't take
Peyote long to spot his old adventuring companion; Peldor was crouched
behind a bar, a bottle held in each hand.
Peyote: (loudly) Some things never change.
Peldor: Peyote! (he rises and walks over)
Peyote: In the flesh.
They clasped hands, sizing each other up. Peldor had no trouble
noticing the change in the half-elf; Peyote was a little older and
a lot wiser, and Peldor figured he was now in charge of something,
someone, or both. For Peyote's part, he couldn't see any signs of
the passed years in the thief's face or demeanor. It was as if
Peldor hadn't aged at all. These humans were a funny lot, Peyote
thought, each as different and wildly unpredictable as the rest.
Peldor: It's been a while...years.
Peyote: (shrugs) I'm a busy dude.
Peldor: Where do you live these days...what are you up to?
Peyote: Daffodil and I live- oh, hell, I did it again. (he turns
to Daffodil) Daffodil, this is Peldor, an old friend and former
Daffodil: (smiles warmly) Any friend of Peyote's is a friend of
Peldor: (nods) Works both ways. We'll treat you like a queen...
wine you, dine you, s-
Peyote: No fair, that's my pie.
Tanya: (emerges from a storeroom, several bottles stacked in her
arms) What- Hey, is that Peyote?
Peyote: It's me, sister.
Tanya: Welcome! (to Peldor) Mind getting some of these for me?
Peldor: Sure. (using his TK ring, he lifts a bottle from her stack
and moves it over onto the bartop)
Daffodil: (sharp-eyed, she doesn't miss this, and turns to Peyote
with a question in her eyes)
Peyote: Magic. (he notices Tanya's stomach) Whoa! Bun in the
Tanya: What? Oh. Yes, we've got a little one on the way.
Peldor: (beams) Hard to believe, isn't it?
Peyote: Not really...it's bound to happen to all of us, some day.
Daffodil: (smirks) Don't you wish.
Peyote: (shrugs) I'm working on her, but it's tough going. She's
stubborn, some would say mule-headed-
Daffodil: (swats at him playfully) Don't make me thrash you, in
front of all these people.
Peldor: (smiles, spreading his hands) Well, I can see that we're
all going to get along fine. What do you say to some lunch,
compliments of the house?
Peyote: (thinks for a fleeting moment) I say yes!
Peldor: Excellent, then! I'll have two more places set. Alindyar
and Lyra are coming over anyway - I'm sure they'll be glad to see
Tanya: Don't forget Nenya and Deryck.
Peldor: Oh, and Nenya and Deryck.
Peyote: Nenya? Ged's Nenya?
Tanya: The same.
Peyote: Who's Deryck?
Peldor: Nenya's husband...the ranger?
Peyote: Oh, yeah. Okay.
Alindyar: (quietly strides into the common room) Could that be
Peyote: It's me, dude. How's it hanging?
Peyote: Never mind. (he grins and nods his head to Lyra, who follows
Alindyar into the room) Hey, baby.
Lyra: (chuckles) Haven't changed a bit, have you?
Peyote: Don't bet on it.
Soon, Nenya and Deryck had arrived, and the requisite introductions
were made as the four couples made their way to Peldor's private
dining room. They took their seats at a large, circular table, but
one chair was still empty.
Peyote: Whoa...I still feel like someone's missing...
Bosco: (prances into the room) Sorry I'm late! Oh wait, I'm not
late! Hey! Peyote!
A short time later, they were all enjoying a festive, filling meal
together as they all caught up...
Peyote: -Guildmaster, eh? Wow. You're the head honcho now...the
top dog...the big cheese.
Peldor: Yep. I run the show, more or less.
Tanya: It's more like a freakshow at times.
Daffodil: Well, it _is_ a guild of thieves.
Bosco: Nothing wrong with that. The world needs us, whether they
realize it or not.
Daffodil: Whatever you say, Bosco.
Nenya: (to Deryck) She caught on pretty quickly.
Lyra: (ESPing to Alindyar) Where did Peyote find this woman?
Alindyar: (ESPing to Lyra) No telling...why do you ask?
Lyra: (ESPing to Alindyar) She's radiant. Look at her. She all
but glows with energy and power.
Alindyar: (ESPing to Lyra) Druids. What more can I say?
Lyra: (ESPing to Alindyar) It's remarkable.
Alindyar: (ESPing to Lyra) You are jealous.
Lyra: (ESPing to Alindyar) No, 'jealous' isn't the right word...
it's just interesting to me.
Alindyar: (ESPing to Lyra) You are far more attractive than she.
Lyra: (ESPing to Alindyar) Thanks...that may be, but I wish I had
that general kind of cheer and attitude that she seems to possess.
Alindyar: (snaps out of the other conversation and into this one)
Peyote: I said, how's the gig at the College of Magic?
Alindyar: Not unpleasant. I teach small classes...the world's
Alindyar: And I conduct research as well, mostly in the field of
illusions. I think they think I am the foremost expert in the
Lyra: They're wrong - you're the foremost expert in the whole city.
Alindyar: Flattery will get you nowhere.
Lyra: (ESPs a particularly lurid notion to him)
Alindyar: Aye, I am quite the expert where illusions are concerned.
Teaching, research, the house...to be sure, there is hardly time
for adventuring anymore.
Peldor: Mansion, is more like it.
Alindyar: Nonsense. 'Tis no larger than any number of houses in
Peldor: 'Tis no smaller, either.
Bosco: Plus it's haunted!
Daffodil: Haunted! Really?
Bosco: (proudly) Yep! Ghosts roam its halls, in search of living
souls to feast on...
Lyra: Really, Bosco. Where do you get these tall tales?
Bosco: (shrugs) That's the word on the street, about your house.
Why do you think nobody's tried to rob it yet?
Alindyar: (ESPing to Lyra) Because of all the magical guards and
wards in place, not to mention guardians?
Lyra: (ESPing to Alindyar) It's better to just let Bosco prattle on
until he runs out of steam.
Bosco: -I'd have robbed it myself by now, of course, except that the
owners are close personal friends of mine.
Alindyar: Of course.
Bosco: And naturally, they fall under my protection...
Bosco: ...err, the protection of the Guild.
Lyra: It's always good to have such protection.
Peyote: (to Nenya) So what have you been up to, since putting that
museum deal together?
Nenya: Oh, the usual...co-ordinating the efforts, needs, and problems
of a large ever-growing farming community.
Deryck: It's even more work than it sounds like.
Nenya: But we're still expanding, and fast. I just had to purchase
more land from Greyhawk.
Daffodil: They actually sell the land around their city?
Nenya: Well, they'll still levy taxes on it, but I made them a rather
generous offer, and I had allies in the city government.
Peldor: (smiles smugly)
Deryck: To be fair, you also had the support of some members of
the Guild of Wizardry.
Nenya: (nods) Being Ged's student and successor does seem to carry
a good bit of prestige.
Peyote: Man, I miss Ged. He was pretty cool, even if he was high-
Nenya: We're doing the best we can for his memory: making his
dream come true, carrying on, and all that.
Bosco: I propose a toast: to Ged!
all: (raising their cups) To Ged!
After the sentimental moment had passed, Peyote finally got down
Peyote: So anyway, I guess I should tell you all why I'm here in
Bosco: You mean you didn't come just to visit?
Peyote: Afraid not, little dude. I've got dire straits to report.
Nenya: How dire?
Tanya: (gives Peldor a "you'd better not even think about it" look)
Peldor: (gives Tanya a "what, are you crazy?" look)
Peyote proceeded to explain the Xusia situation to everyone
present, omitting no details or background. When he was done,
the mood at the table had darkened considerably.
Bosco: _We_ freed him! I can't believe it!
Peyote: Believe it, little trooper. The lich is loose, and he's
sure to be up to no good.
Alindyar: (ESPing to Lyra) As we ascertained, before, when I
Lyra: (ESPing to Alindyar) I wonder if they'll drag him into
Peldor: Well, I'd love to help, but I can't really take off on
these little jaunts anymore. Especially not with a baby on the
Nenya: It's tempting...and it's sort of my problem, as well. But
I don't think it's feasible for me or Deryck, either.
Deryck: We need to find out what this Xusia is up to...what are
its plans, its goals? Where is it and what is it doing?
Peyote: Agreed. We need some more info here. I'm working on
Alindyar: (shaking his head) I simply cannot afford to look into
this. Neither of us can.
Lyra: Sounds like you need Mongo...or even Rob.
Peldor: Rob! Now _he_ could kick some undead ass.
Bosco: Rob...I wonder where he is?
Peyote: I'll probably have to find out. I know who'd probably
jump at this opportunity, though.
Lyra: (nodding) Belphanior.
Peyote: Hey, how'd you know?
Lyra: Simply a logical conclusion. (she smiles)
Daffodil: We were hoping that you could help us find this elf,
Tanya: Doesn't sound like you've met him.
Daffodil: I haven't, though I've heard much about him.
Tanya: Any of it good?
Daffodil: Some...the parts having to do with competence and
reliability in battle.
Peyote: So, I ask the question: can any of you dudes or dudettes
lead me to Belphanior?
Alindyar: (stands) I can, and will. Additionally, I can perhaps
assist you in locating the priest Rob.
Peyote: (grins) You're on!
next: the return of...Rob!
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notes: This episode was so easy to write, it practically wrote
itself! What _is_ it with Peyote stories?!? I don't even like
the character that much!
Trivia: Tanya announced her pregnancy on 3/27/577, which puts
her due date at approximately the turn of the new year. Hmm, a
New Year's baby? Stranger things have happened. I myself was
born on December 24.
This is shaping up to be quite a little quest. It seems that
I can't stay away from Belphanior for long. I guess that, as a
natural extension of my own personality, he's the most fun as
well as the easiest to write. One thing I can promise you for
the next time we see Belphanior and Helgate: new marshals!
I suspect that Rob will be along on this venture as well. It
promises to be interesting...
Okay. On a more serious note, two things that I need to
1) ever since I've started the "1-a-day" a lot of you have
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times. Since the list is 500 people strong, I don't
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2) The Aliens story will not be finished until after
episode 600 is released, and probably not until 1999.
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