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+ THE ADVENTURERS +
+ Epic IV +
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+ Belphanior 14th/14th/14th level elven fighter/wizard/thief +
+ Jutokai 8th level human archer +
+ Otto 8th/11th level dwarven fighter/thief +
+ Razor Charlie 9th level human fighter +
+ Skektek 12th level human wizard +
+ Ys 13th level reptilian fighter +
+ Zhao 8th level human swordsman +
+ Bosco 12th level halfling thief +
+ Mongo 18th level dwarven fighter +
+ Gorgo 9th level dwarven berserker +
+ Boltar high priest of Pholtus +
+ Drak rather cultured barbarian warrior +
+ Parekh dark-skinned female wizard +
+ Date: 3/23/579 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: early evening +
+ Place: Rauxes, capital of Aerdy +
+ Climate: cold +
+ "You cannot leave someone like that to do what he _wants_ around +
+ here. He is capable of doing anything." +
+ - from _The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly_ +
DCCIII. Disaster Narrowly Averted
The dwarf looked at Belphanior, amazed that the elf had added yet
another outsider to their quest.
Otto: Mongo won't like this.
Belphanior: (shrugs) We can't navigate without a navigator, and just
from having to talk to her to find out what I needed to know, I all
but gave away too much. Better to have her here with us than maybe
stirring up trouble in our wake. Besides, she's a sage, and she may
be able to help us with the historical aspect of this.
Otto: Hmm. Have you told her - told her everything?
Belphanior: Pretty much. I tried to get a feel for whether she'd be
game or not, before I laid it all out.
Otto: And she said yes?
Belphanior: (nods) How could she not? It's the chance of a lifetime,
for her or any sage. And I offered her a huge sum of money, plus a
share of the treasure.
Otto: (shaking his head) Mongo won't like that, either.
Belphanior: The astrologer's share will come out of my own. Besides,
I thought I heard Mongo talking about recruiting some raw manpower...
Otto: Cannon fodder.
Otto: Hey, we may need some. No telling what we'll find in that tomb.
Belphanior: Undoubtedly. (he smirks) As long as Mongo pays them from
Otto: (chuckles) You know, it's amazing: when faced with this much
loot - or even the faintest hint of it - most people go crazy, start
plotting and planning and figuring out ways to get around having to
share. And here we are, sitting around joking about how to divvy it
Belphanior: Maybe things would be different if we were sitting here
looking at the treasure. Who knows?
Otto: Not me, that's for sure.
Belphanior: Me neither, which is why I've made a habit of surrounding
myself with people I can trust.
They were sitting in one of Rauxes' many taverns, in a booth far from
potential prying ears, enjoying a cold one (or two, or three) and waiting
for the others to arrive. Although most of the party hadn't known it,
Skektek was actually _from_ Aerdy, and he knew his way around the capital
city of Rauxes. It was he who had suggested that they stop here to stock
up, it was he who assured them that the city was no more dangerous or
risky than any other place, and it was he who had sent Belphanior to the
sage Arvthar. So far, everything had worked out okay, though worries
Belphanior: I hope Mongo doesn't get himself into trouble. The last
thing we need is attention.
Otto: Maybe, but we kind of had to get supplies and information. And
it's not like Rauxes' wizards can see the skyship or shoot it down
Otto: So Skektek's out there loading up on spell components and such.
Jutokai, Charlie, and Zhao are with Mongo and Gorgo?
Belphanior: Yup. And Neera's getting some supplies of her own.
Otto: And Parekh, Drak, Boltar...?
Belphanior: (shrugs) They're big boys and girls, and they've done this
sort of thing before. I'm sure they can take care of themselves.
Otto: Which leaves Ys and Bosco roaming about?
Belphanior: Damn, it sure does. I wonder what they could possibly be
Bosco: (shaking dice in his tiny fist) Okay, here we go...let's see
some lucky sevens...and...YES! (he jumps up and down, but only for
a moment) Hah. (he rakes in a pile of coins)
Ys: What is the point of this?
Bosco: To beat the pants off of the other people.
Ys: No, I mean, what use is all of this money? You surely have more
than this anyway, not to mention what's coming soon.
Bosco: It's the winning, not the money. (he prepares to toss the dice
Ys: (shaking his head, he wanders off to find more ale)
Bosco: The winning. (he lets the dice fly again, narrowly missing
another winning combination) Man, was that close!
In his own way, Bosco was cutting loose. After so many days on the
road (or more accurately, in the air) he was at last in a cozy, familiar
setting. Better yet, he was winning. Again. He'd made enough in this
tavern game, tonight, to eat well for a month. Then again, eating well
was something that the halfling tended to do anyway...
Bosco: (to a nearby wench) A round for the table, miss! And a roast
wench: Sure thing, shorty. (she wanders away)
Bosco: Damn, but it's good to be me.
large man: Don't be so sure. (he lifts the halfling up, clear off of
large man: You're cheating. You've gotta be cheating.
Bosco: No way! Heck, these aren't even my lucky dice-
large man: Maybe you should have brought your lucky dice. Nobody wins
this much off me and gets away with it.
Bosco: Now there's no call for-
large man: (turns the halfling upside down, shaking him vigorously as
coins of all sorts fall from his pockets) Hah!
large man: (regarding the pile of coins on the floor) There's gotta
be more than that...where're you hiding it?
Bosco: I don't know what you're talking about!
large man: If I can't shake it out of you, then I'll beat it out of
A huge grey hand came to rest on the man's shoulder just then, its
strength implied more than felt.
Ys: Kindly let the halfling go.
large man: Huh? (he turns around)
Ys: (grinning his toothy reptilian grin)
large man: Eyah! (he drops Bosco)
Bosco: (somehow lands on his feet) Whew...dizzy.
large man: (backs away, cowering behind Bosco)
Bosco: (ignoring the man, he regards the coins that cover the floor
around him) All my gold...I should just get a bag.
Ys: (produces one of his small pouches, which for Bosco is a big sack)
Hurry then. We're late to meet Belphanior and the others.
Bosco: (notes that it's dusk outside) Wow, you're right! (he hastily
begins scraping coins into the sack)
large man: (eyeing the halfling wordlessly)
Bosco: (regards the man) How'd the time ever get away from me? It's
been fun, but I've got to run...
With that, the halfling and the reptilian left the tavern, under the
gaze of a number of people who usually sought out trouble, but not with
someone the size of Ys.
And then there were others, like the individual who'd covertly slipped
a special coin in with the ones Bosco had dropped and subsequently had
to gather. This coin appeared to be gold, but it wasn't. Nor was it
magical; thus it gave off no aura. It was, however, unique, which meant
that it could later be traced by means of a certain spell...enabling
simple and swift pursuit of the halfling and his companion, wherever
they might go.
next: final preparations
notes: Now what good would an epic quest be without some no-good dirty
rats thrown into the mix?
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