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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 +
+ Neera female human sage/astrologer +
+ Date: 3/23/579 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: early evening +
+ Place: an upscale tavern in Rauxes, capital of Aerdy +
+ Climate: cold +
+ "I don't have a work ethic...just work." +
+ - Captain Billy Tyne, from _The Perfect Storm_ +
DCCIV. Final Preparations
Everyone has finally reunited in the rather nice tavern chosen by
Belphanior and Otto...
Mongo: (looking around) Well, this is a change.
Otto: How's that?
Mongo: Usually you guys pick the seedy places.
Belphanior: (shrugs) I must be getting old. What news?
Mongo: Well, I was looking for more allies for this quest...people to
help scout, fight, carry loot, whatever.
Belphanior: From your tone of voice, I'm guessing you didn't find what
you were looking for.
Mongo: I found some who might have worked out, but I kinda had a change
of heart at the last minute.
Otto: You didn't tell them anything, did you?
Mongo: Are you nuts? Of course I didn't! The fewer who are in on this,
Belphanior: (wondering if this is simple dwarven gold-lust or perhaps
some item of Mongo's influencing him)
Gorgo: We talked to some good mercenaries, but in the end, it just
wasn't worth it.
Belphanior: (nods) Agreed. With, say, a troop of mercenaries along
for the ride, things could have gotten...complicated.
Skektek: Not to mention that we don't really have that much room on the
Mongo: And we sure won't, after we fill it up with treasure.
Jutokai: Aren't you counting your gold before it's won?
Mongo: I guess so, but that's the way these things work.
The archer had been fairly moody since the grim business at Helgate.
Obviously, he was upset by Aja's demise - but the man was a hardened
warrior, one who had seen many women come and go, and it wasn't like
he had been planning to settle down with the priestess. No, more than
anything, Jutokai was angry...ready to boil over at any moment, given
a deserving target. To tell the truth, he'd rather have gone to war
right now than to a dungeon or tomb. However, since no wars currently
marred the face of the world, and since he didn't have anything better
to do, and since he considered Belphanior and the others to be good
friends, he was here, readying himself for the Tomb of Panagaea and
whatever unknown dangers waited within.
Jutokai: (muttering to himself) First we've got to find the place.
Jutokai: Uh...so when do we leave?
Razor Charlie: The sooner the better. If I stay here much longer,
I might kill somebody.
Bosco: I heard that! There's some dangerous people in this city!
Zhao: Bring them on, then. My twin blades yearn for action.
Belphanior: You'll get your chance, never fear.
Ys: Hopefully not in this city, before we even set out on our great
Bosco: (wondering if the incident at the other tavern will come back
to haunt him)
Otto: (to Belphanior) Where's this sage you picked up for the trip?
Mongo: (to Gorgo) Sage?
Belphanior: Neera? I didn't want her around until we're ready to
Jutokai: Which is...?
Belphanior: Tomorrow morning. I'll handle the sage.
Mongo: What sage?
Belphanior: Err...I figured it would help if we had a sage along, one
who could navigate the vague directions we were given, to make sure
we get where we're going.
Mongo: (shaking his head) That's the last thing we need, some damn
geezer following us around, trying to keep up...only to get eaten
by a dragon os something.
Belphanior: Actually, the sage is a woman, a young one, and she can
keep up. Not to mention she'll come in handy for scrying and maybe
solving puzzles, riddles, and such.
Belphanior: Hey, you never know! Not all challenges are able to be
overcome with sword and hammer. We have to be ready for anything.
Mongo: (to Belphanior) Fine - but she's your problem, and she doesn't
get a share.
Skektek: So...tomorrow morning!
Belphanior: Yep. We'll have to use teleportation to get back up to
Belphanior: Still uneasy about having to leave solid ground for that
Mongo: (unwilling to admit this) Maybe.
Belphanior: (claps him on the shoulder) Trust me, it'll be a lot
shorter of a trip this way than if we took a boat on the ocean.
Boltar: Speaking of which...
Boltar: I'd like to talk more about exactly where we're going and what
we're hoping to find there...
Belphanior: (holds up a hand) Not here. No details here. We can
talk openly when we're back on the airship.
Parekh: That suits me, because I spent most of today locating and
purchasing all kinds of information on our destination.
Drak: (gets a pained look on his face) It's true - she was shopping
all day long.
Parekh: (smirks) And we got some good things - history, ancient maps,
maybe clues about what we're getting into. I plan to read it all on
the way there.
Belphanior: (nods appreciatively) Glad to hear it. You might work
with our sage on that.
Parekh: I might.
Belphanior: (ignores this petulance) So. (he addresses the others)
Last chance, people: did everyone get what they needed?
Everyone had. Supplies were laid in: food, drink, digging tools,
sacks, rope, hooks, oil, and much, much more. Boltar had obtained
a number of flasks and bottles, intending to fill them with water
that he could then bless to make it holy. Parekh and Skektek were
fully-stocked on spell components and useful scrolls, while Razor
Charlie had purchased several dozen fine throwing knives, some of
them fashioned of silver. Others in the group had taken the wise
precaution of stocking up on healing and battle potions. Otto had
made sure to secure plenty of poison, acid, and the like.
This was a group that had the skill, experience, and equipment to
challenge just about anything - and have a good chance of winning!
next: they're off!
notes: I don't care if this arc takes 25 episodes to write...or
even 50. I'm going to do it right. As will be mentioned elsewhere
in these isle-oriented episodes, I have re-worked this batch of
stories more times than any other arc, ever. It's actually getting
kind of ridiculous. But I have to do it right.
Go see "Dracula 2000" - good entertainment value.
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