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+ Alindyar 18th level drow wizard +
+ Bosco 13th level halfling thief +
+ Eduardo 4th level human thief +
+ Felicia 4th level female human thief +
+ Lyra 14th level female drow wizard +
+ Peldor 20th level human thief +
+ Tanya 5th/11th level female human fighter/thief +
+ Vinnie 8th level human warrior +
+ Belphanior 15th/15th/15th level elven fighter/wizard/thief +
+ Elgon 8th/9th/11th level deep gnome priest/illusionist/thief +
+ Jenna 9th level human female priestess of Istus +
+ Neera 11th level human female sage/astrologer +
+ Otto 10th/13th level dwarven fighter/thief +
+ Razor Charlie 11th level human fighter +
+ Skektek 13th level human wizard +
+ wispy thing strange, intangible sentient being +
+ Mongo 19th level dwarven warrior +
+ Date: 8/1/580 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: early evening +
+ Place: the Green Dragon Inn, in the Free City of Greyhawk +
+ Climate: warm and pleasant +
+ "Many people lose their tempers merely from seeing you keep yours." +
+ - Frank Moore Colby +
CMI. A Bit of a Temper
The travelers, weary from their long trip, strolled into the familiar
inn/tavern, looking forward to some hot food, cold drink, and soft beds.
Vinnie: (clasps Mongo's hand, then Belphanior's) Welcome back!
Mongo: Thanks. (as he smells the food within the tavern's great room,
his stomach rumbles with hunger)
Belphanior: It's good to be back. Is Peldor around?
Vinnie: Not right now, but he should be back shortly.
Mongo: Well, let's go ahead and start eating without him-
Vinnie: Whoa, there. You know the rules.
Vinnie: (points to the dwarf's hammer) No weapons in the building.
You can check them at the front door as usual.
Belphanior: I don't think Peldor would mind-
Vinnie: Maybe not, but rules are rules, until I hear otherwise from
the boss himself.
Mongo: To hell with that. Anybody could come and take the weapons from
your coat-room, or weapons-room, or whatever.
Vinnie: It's quite safe and well-guarded, I assure you.
Mongo: The safest place for my stuff is with me. I'm not giving up my
Vinnie: (shrugs) Then you can't come in.
Mongo: (looks up at the bouncer, his face set in a mask of defiance)
Vinnie: (looks down at the dwarf, who he dwarfs) Really.
Neera: (to Skektek) Does this always happen?
Otto: (to Mongo, quietly) I'll stay with the weapons.
Mongo: (still mouthing off to Vinnie) -and I say that- Huh?
Otto: I said, I'll stay with the weapons. I'm not hungry right now
anyway, and this way, you - and all of us, in fact - will know that
someone we trust is with our stuff.
Bosco: (scampers over to the inn's front steps, excited) Not hungry?
How can you not be hungry?
Otto: I had some bad trail mix or something the other day...my stomach
has been in knots. (to Vinnie) I'll stay with the weapons, and so
everyone wins. Is this an acceptable solution?
Bosco: Solution? What's the problem?
Mongo: This big ox wants me to leave my warhammer at the front door.
Do you know how many people would just pounce on a chance to get hold
of that weapon?
Vinnie: Well, they wouldn't know it was there except that you're
shouting that fact out to everyone in earshot-
Mongo: Don't taunt me. I smash down walls when I get mad-
Bosco: Guys, guys, guys! Sheez! Everyone take a deep breath here...
Vinnie, use the other room, the one next to the regular weapons room.
Otto, we'll get you a chair and something to drink - or a bed, if you
want - and you can stay with the whole group's weapons. (he turns to
Belphanior) Does this work for you?
Belphanior: It's fine for me and my group, but I can't speak for Mongo.
Otto: (to Mongo, quietly) And remember, you don't have to give up your
belt, armor, or anything else - just the hammer.
Mongo: (hands Stormcrest to Otto, grumbling under his breath)
Belphanior: (nods to Bosco, marveling at the halfling's diplomatic
Mongo: Can we eat now?
Bosco: Surely. (he looks around, counting heads and stopping at
Jenna) Whoa! Who are _you_?
Jenna: I am Jenna, a high priestess of Istus. (she regards the small
Bosco: (breaks his gaze and beckons to Belphanior) Table for many,
coming right up, just follow me. (he mutters to Mongo, quietly) Hey,
she likes what she sees, huh?
Mongo: She's a weird one, Bosco. Don't get your hopes up. (he walks
into the main room with the others, casting an angry look back at
Bosco: (to Mongo) Don't hold it against Vinnie. He's just doing his
job. If he didn't, we could have all sorts of trouble around here.
Mongo: If anything happens to my hammer, you _will_ have all sorts of
trouble around here.
The group, who numbered seven counting Bosco but not counting the
wispy thing, were soon seated at a large corner table.
Bosco: You probably recognize this table - it's the owner's table, for
only the finest guests!
Razor Charlie: (grimaces) I feel so special.
Skektek: I'd feel more special if we had some food to eat.
Bosco: Never fear, it's coming right up!
Belphanior: (voicing a sudden suspicion) Say, Bosco?
Belphanior: You haven't by any chance taken over the Green Dragon Inn,
Bosco: (his face brightens) Hey! How'd you know?
Belphanior: Oh, just a hunch.
Mongo: Taken over? You?!? (he roars with laughter) When did this
happen? _How_ did this happen?
Bosco: (puffs out his small chest proudly) Peldor's too busy with
his...other duties to do day-to-day stuff around here, so he enlisted
me to help out.
Belphanior: Weren't you already in charge of the casino?
Bosco: Yeah, but this is something more...and different. I guess you
could say that Peldor's the owner, and I'm the manager.
Mongo: Manager-in-training, sounds like.
Bosco: Hey, everyone in charge of something has to start out somewhere.
Speaking of which, I need to get some food to you people...
The halfling made good on his promise; before they knew it, the table
was piled high with food and drink. Though the fare was nothing fancy
(for roasting a duck took some time) the various breads, cheeses, and
such were a great feast for the adventurers, who had spent more than a
week on the road.
Belphanior: That's one thing I really like about this place: the food
is always good. Always. Spring or autumn, day or night, slow week or
hectic one...you can still count on the food being good.
Bosco: I'll tell the chef. Leonardo loves to hear the praise.
Mongo: You do that, Bosco.
Elgon: (tearing into some cheese) We don't have food like this where
I come from.
Bosco: Where do you come from? You look a little odd for a gnome. (he
scratches his head)
Elgon: (waggles a couple of fingers, and a small glowing butterfly
appears and begins flitting around Bosco's head)
wispy thing: pffft! (it begins chasing the butterfly) spaaa!
wispy thing: (suddenly stops chasing the illusion, and turns to regard
the deep gnome) eeeep.
Bosco: (already chatting with Jenna again) So, what are you doing
Nearby, Belphanior had wandered over to the bar to talk with Tanya,
who was currently alone behind the bar and thus couldn't come over to
Belphanior: -and so that's that. We explored all of them and made it
out alive and well...or reasonably so. There is the matter of Ys.
Tanya: I hope he's okay. He always seemed nice.
Belphanior: Unusually so, for an eight-foot-tall humanoid reptile.
Tanya: You people are covered with road dust. I didn't think you did
much riding anymore...not with all the magic at your disposal?
Belphanior: We chose to ride. I don't like to teleport into Greyhawk,
and we had some...errands to run first. Nenya and Deryck send their
greetings, by the way.
Tanya: Did you see the baby?
Belphanior: Of course. It's a nice-looking kid, even at several months
of age. (frowns) Hmm, I guess you'd call it a quarter-elf. Or more
accurately, a three-quarter-elf.
Tanya: It's not an "it", but a "him"...and his ears aren't even pointed.
Belphanior: Not yet, anyway. Yeah, I was looking for some researching
help from Nenya; I figured she might be able to help us figure out
exactly what Ys' horned helmet is, which then might allow us to cure
his condition. I left it with her, but I'm guessing it could be a
Tanya: And you're staying in Greyhawk during that time?
Belphanior: In, or around...I haven't decided. (he eyes Neera, who's
now making small talk at the table with the ever-persistent Bosco)
The elf and Neera had decided to keep each other's company, at least
for now when there were no dangerous adventures going on. They surely
must have seemed an odd couple - a ruthless adventurer and a genius
sage - but there was some attraction, its roots perhaps known only to
the two of them. Otto, of course, had been silently concerned about this
union, as he thought it could only weaken Belphanior's effectiveness as
leader of the team. For the time being, the dwarf had kept his concerns
Tanya: Well, I hope there won't be any trouble for you in Greyhawk.
Belphanior: (not bothering to ask if she means between him and the
city rulers, or between his group and the local law enforcement, he
quickly changes the subject) So...Bosco in charge, eh?
Tanya: (sighs) These things happen. It was really the-
Peldor: (strides into the room, accompanied by two dark elves and
two teenagers) Aha! Now it's time to get this party started!
Lyra: (greeting those of the group who she's met previously)
Elgon: (frowns as he sees dark elves, but stays his tongue, as it's
obvious that these are friends who mean well)
Razor Charlie: (shakes Eduardo's hand) You got tall.
Eduardo: (shrugs) There's plenty to keep me busy here in Greyhawk.
Skektek: You mean thieving work, eh?
Eduardo: (smirks) Could be.
Felicia: Let's just say that there's plenty to do around here.
Lyra: (to Skektek) Where is Ys? I can't help but notice his absence.
Skektek: He's...well...he sort of fell victim to a cursed horned helm
that he foolishly tried on. He's in a coma, being looked after by
Elgon: (to Alindyar) Well, this is certainly odd...a deep gnome and a
dark elf, sitting at the same table among a circle of friends.
Alindyar: 'Tis only odd if common prejudices and attitudes are taken
Elgon: So true. (he extends a hand) I am Elgon.
Alindyar: Ah, a fellow user of illusion.
Elgon: (startled) How did you know that?
Alindyar: (smiles thinly)
Belphanior: (to Tanya) Forgive me, but I should go greet your husband.
Tanya: Enjoy. (she begins thinking about getting another bartender to
relieve her, so she can join the group at the big table)
Peldor: (looking around the table) Wow. The circle of friends grows
every time we meet.
Mongo: And we're still missing so many...Halbarad, Peyote, Rillen, Rob,
Arnold...hey, where are all those guys, anyway?
Alindyar: Many of them - Halbarad, Peyote, and Rillen, to be precise -
have undertaken a great voyage to the eastern reaches of the world...
I believe they departed months ago. Rob is presumably still occupied
with his religious duties. Arnold is, of course, raising a family.
Bosco: Of course.
Mongo: Great voyage? That sounds like a long, tough adventure.
Peldor: And we haven't heard a single word from that group. Hmm.
Tanya: You're not thinking of going after them?
Belphanior: I, for one, am too busy.
Peldor: Me too.
Mongo: They're big boys. They can take care of themselves. (he frowns)
Unless we learn that they can't...in which case we'd have to go help
Just then, there was a disturbance in the center of the great room,
at a table occupied by several hulking warrior-types who appeared to be
from some distant, wild land.
big bruiser: (stands up, holding the broken remnants of a chair in one
gigantic hand as he towers over one of his dazed companions) Anyone
else wanna mess with me? (he shakes the shattered chair above his
head) Damn right! No one wants to mess with Brutus! I'll clobber
whoever I want...I'll drink as much as I want...hah! (he looks around
the room) 'Cause Brutus does whatever he wants!
Peldor: (gazing around his own table at his fellow adventurers, he can't
help but break out into a deep laugh)
The laugh was infectious, and within moments, everyone at the table
was laughing, some of them so hard that their faces were turning red.
Brutus: Huh? (he shakes the smashed chair) What's so funny?
next: some more catching up
notes: The guy who played Peldor was like this in real life - he'd
go out of his way to invite as many people as possible to every event
we did, whether it was a party or just going out to eat somewhere. At
times, he definitely didn't think about which people he was getting
together, as if social events should forgive all disputes and just be
a time/place for all to be happy and pleasant.
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