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+ THE ADVENTURERS +
+ Epic II +
+ The various characters contained in these writings are +
+ copyright 1994 by Thomas Miller. Any resemblance to any +
+ persons or characters either real or fictional is utterly +
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+ THE PARTY (those who stayed behind) : +
+ Alindyar 15th level dark elven mage (N) +
+ Ged 14th/14th level grey elven priest/mage (NG) +
+ Lyra 12th level female dark elven mage (N) +
+ Date: 11/2/573 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: afternoon +
+ Place: Ged's castle, outside Greyhawk +
+ Climate: cold +
+ "Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the +
+ rich." +
+ - Napoleon Bonaparte +
CLXXXIII. On the Home Front
While the others have gone away on a quest, Ged and the drow
have remained behind, near Greyhawk...
Ged: ...well, I _thought_ those drow were staying...
grey cat: (watching Ged talk to himself) Meow?
Ged: Nothing. I was just wondering where they went.
After making some notes in a tome, the elf decided to take
a stroll around his lands. With his cat trotting alongside,
he headed for the farmsteads which surrounded his castle.
farmer: (to his son) Boy, pay close attention. That's Ged,
the ruler of this whole area.
Ged: (greeting the farmers cheerfully) How goes it?
second farmer: Pretty good. The crops are kind of low, but
that's to be expected at this time of year.
Ged: Of course, of course.
third farmer: 'Twas a good harvest, though. We're well
prepared for the winter.
Ged: (shrugs) Naturally. Boccob smiles upon us all.
fourth farmer: (scowling) Oh, really?
fourth farmer: My daughter's been sick for a week now...
she might die! No gods are going to be able to help her
if that happens...
Ged: Did you not bring her to the temple of Boccob?
fourth farmer: This season's crops weren't enough for me
and my family...we hardly have any money...
Ged: (fuming) Money?!?
fourth farmer: Uh...
Ged: Never mind that. Take me to your daughter.
The man led Ged through the maze of huts and farms, and a
few minutes later, they entered a small, dilapidated home.
farmer's wife: Who's this?
farmer: Err...this is the High Priest Ged...the ruler-
Ged: Enough. Where is the child?
farmer's wife: (runs into a side room)
farmer: (follows his wife)
Ged: (follows the farmer)
grey cat: (follows Ged) Meow?
Ged and the farmer followed the wife into the tiny room,
where an extremely pale young girl was laying on a mat.
girl: (she croaks something in a weak voice)
grey cat: (looking around the room)
Ged: (checking the child's forehead, which is covered with
sweat) By Boccob, she's ill.
farmer: Well, yeah...
Ged: Any idea what might have brought this on?
farmer's wife: Not at all. She just got sick one night.
Ged: Hmm. (he begins spellcasting)
Ged: Have no fear. (he finishes his Cure Disease, and
places his glowing hand upon the girl's head)
girl: (falls asleep)
farmer's wife: What have you done?
Ged: She'll be fine...just let her sleep it off.
farmer: But how-
Ged: With Boccob's power, she has been cured.
farmer's wife: Cured?
Ged: Trust me.
farmer's wife: (now hugging her sleeping daughter, who has
stopped sweating) It's a miracle!
farmer: How can we ever repay you?
Ged: Just tell everyone what happened here today...you
know, spread the word of Boccob's power...Hmm, that's it.
Take me to the temple of Boccob that you spoke of.
farmer: Uh, okay. (he leads Ged out of his home)
They walked for awhile, eventually stopping at one of the
two temples of Boccob that Ged had built in the community.
Ged: (strides into the temple, followed by the farmer and
the grey cat) Greetings.
sub-priest: (surprised as hell) Aie.
Ged: Who's in charge here?
sub-priest: Err...that would be Ansalon. Let me show you
Ged: That won't be necessary. I built this temple, and I
know where the high priest's quarters are. (he heads
deeper into the building)
grey cat: (pads along behind)
farmer: (following meekly)
Shortly, they found the one known as Ansalon, sitting at
a desk making notes in a journal.
Ansalon: (a middle-aged human) Ged! How nice to see you!
Ged: Enough, Ansalon. This fellow here (he indicates the
farmer) tells me that his daughter couldn't be cured of
disease, because he didn't have the money to pay for her.
Ansalon: (looking worried) Well, there is the fee...
Ansalon: It's standard operating procedure. That's how
temples make money...
Ged: Make money?!?
Ansalon: They've got to be funded somehow.
Ged: (rather angry)
Ansalon: Say, if you don't mind my asking, how many temples
have you ever been in charge of?
Ged: None, but-
Ansalon: Precisely my point.
Ged: And a good point it is. Well, I shall have a solution
for you within the week. (he turns and leaves)
Ansalon: (somewhat confused by all of this)
Four days later...
Ged: (walks into Ansalon's office) Ho, there.
Ansalon: Hello...what news?
Ged: Well, I've decided that any temples of Boccob in my
domain shouldn't have to worry about money...or paperwork,
or anything else. So, I've taken the liberty of expanding
Ansalon: Expanding? Roster?
Ged: In your lobby are three more sub-priests, who will be
working here from now on. I've arranged for an extra
building to be added to your temple, too. Expect my stone
golem to arrive tomorrow, to help lift the heavier blocks
Ansalon: That's excellent...but the funding?
Ged: I'm getting to that. From this day forth, healing
and other magic will be provided to the needy without any
charge. Funding for your temple will now be provided from
a central source - me.
Ansalon: No taxes?
Ged: I'll handle the taxes - you and Tirion, in the other
temple, will handle the people's needs. No paperwork, no
money collections, no complications.
Ged: It's in Boccob's better interest, trust me.
Ansalon: I do...it's just a new concept.
Ged: We'll have weekly meetings, instead of monthly ones.
You, and I, and Tirion, and any priests of abbot ranking
or higher, shall be at these meetings. I want to make
damn sure that nothing prevents us from doing everything
we can to help the people.
Ansalon: Sounds good. And guess what else I've noticed?
Ged: What's that?
Ansalon: Attendance at the church has risen considerably.
Ged: Hmm, word of my recent disease-curing must be going
around. Nothing helps like re-affirming the faith...
Ged had messengers spread the word of his new policies
around the farmsteads, and the people were much happier.
In fact, a startling report made its way to Ged a few days
after his talk with Ansalon. As the priest-mage was in
his laboratory, working on a backup spellbok, there was a
soft knock at the door.
A slender, fair-skinned female elf entered the workroom.
She was dressed in a light blue cloak, and a longsword was
strapped to her belt.
Ged: Oh, hi, Nenya.
Nenya: Well, I took on the additional responsibility you
asked me to. As if being a student in the mystical arts
Ged: Well, I don't know too many people who are skilled in
the ways of agriculture as well as magic.
Nenya: It's no more than a hobby...
Ged: Come now. Let's face it, you're better qualified than
anyone to appraise the current state of my lands and make
recommendation as to new land to buy.
Nenya: Hmm, basically, you're right. Anyway...I've ridden
around the farmlands and taken some notes.
Ged: (expectantly) And...?
Nenya: And, you've got more people than you have land. Two
options suggest themselves: one, shrink the size of your
Ged: Out of the question. In fact, I was hoping to give
them some bonus land.
Nenya: I know, and I agree. For that reason, I suggest
option two: buy all the land to the south of your current
holdings. Besides being fertile, it is owned by the city,
rather than a single person, and should thus be much easier
Ged: You've checked?
Ged: Excellent. I shall head into Greyhawk today!
Nenya: Here, take these notes I made. They detail exactly
what you'll need to know to deal with the city council.
Ged: Thanks...you've done well. We'll get on with your
training as soon as I return. (he wanders out, musing
about how Peldor isn't the only one who can surround
himself with outstanding help)
Meanwhile, in a place neither here nor there, Alindyar and
Lyra have taken a survey of the items that the former lost
while incarcerated in the drow city of Erelhei-Cinlu...
Alindyar: 'Twas fortunate indeed that my spellbook was safe
here...as well as the magical mirror.
Lyra: Yes...too bad about the rings, though. At least we
had a spare cloak.
Alindyar: Truly there is some benefit to hoarding away some
portion of one's wealth.
Lyra: Told you.
Alindyar: Hmm, perhaps the time has come to check up on the
fools. (they both walk over to where the mirror of mental
prowess has been set up)
Lyra: I still can't get over what a useful item this is.
Alindyar: A wondrous device, indeed. (the mirror goes hazy,
then clear, and a woodland scene appears, wherein Mongo is
standing guard with Arnold, while the others sleep)
Lyra: It seems that they're camped out in some forest.
Alindyar: Aye. They have not yet reached their destination
Lyra: Do you really think they'll need help when they get
to their destination?
Alindyar: Probably. And we shall be ready for such a time.
next time : back to the main group
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notes : Consider: in a world where it is possible to
directly witness the power of gods, what better
way to spread/keep the faith than to use your
magic to help out the people?
Don't get me wrong, though - I'm the most non-
religious person you'll ever meet. I was simply
expounding on a theoretical case here.
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