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+ THE ADVENTURERS +
+ Epic II +
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+ right 1995 by Thomas Miller. Any resemblance to any persons +
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+ THE PARTY (or a portion of it): +
+ Belphanior 13th/14th/14th level elven warrior/mage/thief (CN) +
+ Peldor 19th level human thief (N) +
+ Bosco 10th level halfling thief (N) +
+ Tanya 5th/11th level female human warrior/thief (LN) +
+ Date: 4/16/575 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: morning +
+ Place: the Green Dragon Inn, in Greyhawk +
+ Climate: cold +
+ "I don't trust him. We're friends." +
+ - Bertolt Brecht +
CCCIV. A Long-Overdue Chat
Two days after Lyra's wondrous one-hundredth birthday party, the
elf Belphanior prepares to leave Greyhawk. First, however, he and
Peldor are having breakfast and catching up on things...
Belphanior: -and then we both went tumbling over the railing, and
fell about thirty feet to the floor.
Belphanior: (frowning) Or was it more like forty? Anyway, the
fight continued after that. He was one tough bastard...he had
the energy to keep coming, even after I pulverized his bones.
Belphanior: Must've been his sword...but that's all in the past
now. He's buried in an unmarked grave, along with the guy who
used to run the town.
Peldor: What was that about the sword?
Belphanior: I think it helped him push beyond his normal limits.
It's highly magical - I've done the preliminary checking. Soon
I'll have to test it...and the other sword...not to mention all
those items I've kept locked up since that adventure on the other
Peldor: You have items from there, too?
Belphanior: (shrugs) A few.
Peldor: Me, too. When I went to that place...what did they call
Belphanior: Beats me.
Peldor: A "police station", that was it! Anyway, I had to recover
all your stuff, and in the process I filled my pockets and pouches
with random items.
Peldor: Yep. I haven't had the inclination to mess with 'em, but
now that you remind me...
Belphanior: (smiling subtly) How can you test them, to learn their
Peldor: Good question.
Belphanior: Yeah, but one to which I have an answer.
Belphanior: I propose this: let me take all of your items from that
trip, back home with me. I'll test them when I test my own, using
magic to ensure my safety. Then, on my next trip to these parts,
I'll bring them back, and let you know what's what.
Peldor: Hmm. A good idea...since I'm no sage, and have no spells
to aid in the process.
Belphanior: Exactly. I have my very own testing ground, you could
Peldor: A secret testing ground, I assume?
Belphanior: Of course.
Peldor: Well...it's a deal. I'll have to get the stuff from my
vault in the basement, though.
Peldor: (shrugs, and smirks) Even a Peldor's got to have a safe
place to keep his valuables.
Belphanior: Speaking of which, I'll be taking Angus back with me.
Peldor: Oh. (frowns) How are you going to move him? I thought he
was too big to teleport around...?
Belphanior: He is. But...I've got a portable hole now.
Peldor: Like Mongo's?
Peldor: Wow. Now that could come in handy.
Belphanior: It already has...truly an underestimated item, given
all the fascination with swords and armor and destructive items.
Belphanior: So...how's the thieving business?
Peldor: (spreads his hands) I'm retired.
Belphanior: Sure. Right.
Peldor: It's true. I organize and mastermind other thieves now,
like all those in the River Quarter.
Belphanior: You're not the Guildmaster yet?
Peldor: I'm young, and I'll be here for a while. Anything could
happen, in time.
Belphanior: But you don't pull side jobs, occasionally?
Peldor: Not in this city- (he realizes what he was saying) Ah,
clever. You're trying to make me admit something.
Belphanior: The truth's the truth. Thieves of our caliber don't
Peldor: This one has.
Belphanior: What if I found a mark - a really rich one - in some
Peldor: Okay, okay. Look. If that happens, you can always feel
free to come to me for advice. I can't guarantee you more than
that. Got it?
Belphanior: (nods, smiling) I think so.
Peldor: Enough about that.
Belphanior: Yeah...any word on the hunt for me? Do any of the city
officials know where I am?
Peldor: Doesn't look like it. I don't think they worried about it
after they hired you-know-who to go find you.
Belphanior: Good. Let them forget about me.
Peldor: You plan to return here for good, someday?
Belphanior: Nope, but it would be nice not to be a wanted felon.
Peldor: Maybe you should try and make a case for your innocence.
Belphanior: They won't listen. They never have, and they never
Peldor: There's more ways to convince them than with just words.
I've got some influence now. And I know you've got the money.
Belphanior: It's still too hot right now, I think.
Peldor: You're probably right.
Belphanior: It's my life to risk, and for now, I choose not to
risk it. But they won't keep me away forever.
Peldor: I believe you. Maybe we can get things cleared up by then.
Belphanior: Anything's possible.
Peldor: Hmm, come to think of it, "they" isn't a good word. As far
as I can tell, only one man was responsible for the "contract" on
Belphanior: Sental Nurev.
Peldor: Very perceptive. Yeah, ol' Sental hasn't seemed himself
lately. Maybe he's been taken over by one of those shapeshifters
Belphanior: (looks up, frowning)
Peldor: (also frowns)
Peldor: Couldn't be.
They finished breakfast, just in time to be joined by Tanya and
Bosco. The former had just woken up, and it was obvious from her
mussed hair and sleepy eyes. Bosco, however, was prancing about as
if he'd just eaten several dozen sugarcubes.
Bosco: I am Cor- (he spots Belphanior) Whoa.
Belphanior: Hi there, Bosco.
Peldor: (to Tanya) Morning.
Tanya: (yawns, and takes a seat next to the master thief, leaning
Peldor: Rough night?
Tanya: (sleepily) Some of us have to do more work than others.
Bosco: (to Belphanior) Still in town, eh? (he looks around) No
one's dead yet.
Belphanior: I'm on vacation.
Bosco: Hey, got time for a quick card game?
Belphanior: Not really-
Bosco: C'mon! (he holds out a deck of cards) Pick a card...any
Belphanior: Couldn't I just pay you off now, and save myself the
time and trouble of losing?
Bosco: No way - that would be extortion, and Bosco's no extorter!
Nosiree. Dragon-slayer, Juggernaut Warrior, Thunderdelver...but
Tanya: The day's still young.
Peldor: Belphanior's hitting the road today...
Belphanior: Yep. Heading southward, to the Wild Coast.
Bosco: Gee. Maybe I could go.
Belphanior: I think not. (to Peldor) I think it's time.
Peldor: Okay...follow me. (he heads toward the stairs, down to the
Shortly, the pair had vanished into the depths of the cellar...
Bosco: You don't like Belphanior much, do you?
Tanya: Not really. He scares me.
Bosco: He scares everyone...but he's an okay guy, when it comes
down to it.
Tanya: I'm not sure I believe that.
Bosco: You should. If I was in deep shit - I mean _really_ deep
shit - there's no one I'd rather have on my side. Except maybe
Bosco: (playing with a spoon) POW! Maybe Mongo would let me try
out his hammer. Whoosh! PPOOWWW!
Meanwhile, in the basement, Peldor and Belphanior removed the
necessary items from the vault. As Peldor handed him the other-
worldly items, Belphanior loaded them into his portable hole (after
Angus had climbed in, of course) and prepared to leave Greyhawk.
Peldor: Using magic to travel, eh?
Belphanior: Yep. It's the easiest way...not to mention fastest.
And least conspicuous.
Peldor: So the drow have said.
Belphanior: Time to go home...home, sweet home. (frowns) Say,
you wouldn't happen to know how Alindyar had the birthday party
invitation delivered to me, would you?
Peldor: (shrugs) He _is_ a powerful wizard, you know.
Belphanior: Yeah...well, I must be going. Hey, listen, thanks for
everything. The room, and the warning on Torin, and all that.
(he clasps the other's hand)
Peldor: No problem.
Belphanior: Yet still appreciated. I won't forget it. (he takes
a scroll from his tunic, and hands it to Peldor)
Peldor: What's this?
Belphanior: If you ever need my help, for any reason, you can cast
the spell on this scroll, and send me a brief message. At that
point I'll only be moments away from arriving to help.
Peldor: Ah...well, I'll stash it in a secure place.
Belphanior: Good idea...(he clasps hands with Peldor again, then
utters a final arcane syllable) Farewell, my friend. (he blinks
out of sight)
Peldor: (rubbing his chin) Until next time.
next: we see what the drow have invented, after all this time
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notes: Remember those items Belphanior and Peldor were talking
about? We'd call them pistols, rifles, grenades, bombs, tear
gas...but I'm sure that in addition to all the lethal and/or
dangerous stuff, they also picked up some benign items, like
flashlights, staplers, sodas, electric pencil sharpeners...you
get the idea. Any comments or suggestions for items that would
be neat to see Belphanior try and figure out? Mail them to me
and I'll use as many as feasible. Nothing is too far-fetched.
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