From: s7536057@titan.ucc.umass.edu (Richard Resnick)
Subject: Campaign to Save Glantri.. Turn Four
Organization: University of Massachusetts, Amherst
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1992 15:28:52 GMT

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With the goblins dead, the city seems to rush upon you in a rash of question-
ing and congratulation. Ithlial, in her pride, wipes her bloodied blade on
a goblin's body, while Thal moves closer to a dead body and begins to search
for clues. A cityguard approaches Beholder and says: "In honor of all Glantri,
I congratulate and praise you men and woman. You have rid us of yet another 
group of foul pestilence."

Thal says, "All of these foul creatures must be slain." And Beholder, too: "I
am honored to help Glantri, as always."

The cityguard bows in respect and continues: "I have been instructed to give
you this." He gives to Beholder a small chest, dimensions about 3"x6"x8". Beh
thanks the man, and the crowd begins to disperse.

Suddenly, a man jumps up from one of the dead goblins and cries: "Three gold
coins, mi' lad!" With that, he takes off towards the center of town. Avjo and
Ithlial bolt after him, and Ithlial's speed clearly overtakes the man. Ithlial
tackles him to the ground and pins him, and by this time, Avjo is there by
her side.

"Oi! You! That's not yer gold!" yelps Avjo, "What n' th' hell was you thinkin?"
And Ithlial: "Hand it over."

The man is a sort of toothless drunk, bad breath, bad body odor -- a real slob.
He sort of giggles nervously at the fact that he is on the ground with a pret-
ty female elf pinning him there, and he drops the coins on his chest. Ithlial
gets the coins. "A common drunkard," Ithlial sneers. To this, he again giggles,
failing to hide his nervousness.

"Aww, give 'im one, Ithlial," Avjo says. Ith replies: "He'll just drink it."

While the two of you are discussing this poor fellows punishment, you hear
from someone behind you: "Ahhh... let 'im up, ya fool... he just hungray.."

Ithlial stands, dropping an electrum piece on the drunkards chest, and turns,
saying: "Nobody calls me and my friend a fool." And Avjo: "Come here and say it
to my face." Avjo looks at Ithlial and says: "This is my fight." Ithlial
nods to Avjo.

Avjo stands, giving the bum on the ground a swift kick in the butt, and tells
him to get lost. Meanwhile, the second fellow begins to taunt Ajvo: "Ya', ain't
you a stinkin' sweet mary to pick one with Ol' Haty over there?"

Avjo approaches him, and says: "At least I *work* for a livin', slob." The
drunkard begins to back down as Avjo nears, and Avjo snickers, looks at Ithlial
and says: "Ok, let's go."

Avjo and Ithlial return to Beholder, Solonari and Thal, and from the crowd, an
occasional sneer is heard. Ithlial shows the sneerers her middle finger, as 
the group comes together. Avjo says: "Shall we see what the other beasts
carry?"

And Thal: "I have already found some items." Beholder butts in, "Let's take 
them somewhere to examine." To this, Thal agrees. Beholder adds: "The bodies
also..."

At this point, you notice four men approaching you with a wheelbarrow. Thal
says: "We don't need to deal with bodies of foul creatures." Beholder thinks
about this and replies: "Is there nothing more to be learned from the bodies?"
Thal says: "Nothing I saw..." and you hear Avjo mutter: "What? Learned? Theere
dead..!"

You are all about to head to an inn, when Ithlial stops you and begins to look
for any tribal emblems on the bodies that might be apparent. You all notice 
tattoes, but that is all. With this, you find your way to the inn.

You find an inn for 5gp a night, and after a tiff or two with the innkeeper 
over the price, you get three rooms. Avjo and Solonari share a room, Beholder
and Thal also take one, and Ithlial takes a single. You all convene in Avjo
and Sol's room to talk about what has happened so far.

Thal says, "After the fight, I found this..." and he pulls out a pouch. Those
of you with sensitive noses get the immediate impression that the pouch stinks
like hell. Ithlial says: "And in it is..?" Thal replies, "a dead rat.., and 
this!" He pulls out a gold ring with a very intricate design on it. Ithlial
can only mutter a "hmm..." and Avjo swills off of his waterskin. 

Ithlial then says: "Do you get the impression that it is magic, Thal?" Thal
does not answer, but passes the ring around. Ithlial tries it on saying: "How
do I look?" Thals gasps, "Careful!! Do not put rings on at random!"

"Sorry, Thal," Ith rebutts. Avjo says, "Its just jewelry! Good grief."
But Thal shakes his head and says, "It must be examined first, to see if it
has any 'properties'."

The smell, meanwhile, has got increasingly worse. Ithlial mentions it: "Who 
broke wind?" And Avjo, who is now trying the ring on his finger, against all
the requests of Thal, wrinkles his nose and says, "Wot the 'ell??"

Thal says, "That smell is definately from this dead rat..." To this Ithlial
in her wisdom replies: "Well, get rid of it."

Avjo returns the ring to Thal, muttering something about it being nice, but
"would probably get in the way..", as Thal moves to toss the pouch and the
dead rat within outside the room. The smell begins to subside, and Solonari
says, "Thanks Thal, for smelling up my room." But he smiles, and you under-
stand his joking nature.

Avjo says, "So wot else'd we find?" At this, Beholder opens the chest given
to him by the guards. Solonari leans over to see, as Beholder counts the
contents of the chest. Beholder says: "22 vials... they appear to be healing
potions." Thal replies: "That will be useful at a later date..." while Avjo
blubbers through life, as usual: "Wot's a healing potion good for?"

To Avjo's remark, Beholder replies: "You drink them and get healed, I guess."
And Thal also remarks: "You will see in time, Avjo."

Avjo says, "Mmmh. Okay, let's eat."

Thal leads you all to a pub that he frequents. You enter a quiet, low class,
dirty, cheap pub, with few thugs and fewer lights... very dark and misty
and slow. You sit down and the waiter approaches you. After some difficult
conversation with the waiter, you all decide on the mutton and ale.

The food comes and it is just about adequate, but certainly no better. You all
eat it, and Avjo seems the most interested in it, taking huge bites and mut-
tering things like: "This is isn't bloody at all!" or "Mmmf. Good. Not rare 
enough, though." You all notice Avjo's like of the ale, as he downs more than
a couple mugs of the brew. Amidst this, everyone else eats, and you can occa-
sionally notice Thal sneaking glances at Ithlial, who apparently is as
intrigued by Thal. More than a few smiles and winks fly between them.

Dinner ends uneventfully. Thal and Beholder discuss splitting up and meeting
someone about the ring. Ithlial, Solonari, and Avjo decide to go to a shadier
part of town. 

DM NOTE: Technically, I shouldn't share what happened at either of these two
branches of the main story line. I am not going to share Thal and Beholder's
experiences, because their story can be told by them IF they want, and one
might consider it an advantage for them not to tell certain aspects of their
story. (Sorry if I gave anything away, I don't think I have hurt you, Thal
or Beholder.) On the other hand, what happened with Avjo, Ith, and Solonari
is a neat story to tell, and it has no pertinance to the actual plot-line of
this campaign, so I am taking it upon myself to inform the whole party of
what passed when Avjo, Sol, and Ith went out. If, in the interest of realism,
you disagree with my action, that is ok. It's a fun scene, does no harm, and
I expect you will like it. If it makes you feel any better... I was NPC'ing
Solonari, and I could have easily had him tell the party what happened when
you all got together again. ANYWAYS, I am probably being WAY too defensive 
about this, so here we go...

Avjo, Solonari, and Ithlial find their way to the western side of town.
They find themselves a bar which they consider to be "rowdy enough". It is
basically a long bar, full of thugs and drunks and the like. A disgusting
looking woman, not at all human, is stripping off to the left, and equally
disgusting looking men are cheering her on.

Avjo seems to notice someone that he knows, and he approaches him, while Ith
and Sol move towards the bar. Ithlial and Solonari get drinks, and Avjo returns
from his chat with his acquaintance, although it was very brief.

Suddenly, you notice a fight breaking out in the north-western corner of the
bar. You see two men going at it with fists, the crowd cheering them on, 
placing bets, and the like. Ithlial moves closer, and Avjo follows her at a 
distance. Sol tenses up, and stays at the bar. Suddenly, one of the two men
fighting pulls out a dagger.

"Hold it!" cries Ithlial, "Put down that dagger!"

Avjo replies, "Quiet, Miss Elf!" But the man has already begun to question
Ithlial with his glare.

"You heard me," Ithlial repeats. Suddenly, a man comes at Ithlial from behind
with a bar chair, swinging at her head. He comes down on Ith's head, but she
moves aside, dodging the chair, and swings her blade at his side. THWAAAAP!! 
The flat side of Ithlial's blade hits the man hard, and he leans over in pain.

Avjo is upon him, even as Ithlial says: "This is my fight Avjo!", and he grabs
the chair and begins to wrestle it away from the man. The man seems to be gain-
ing leverage on Avjo, when suddenly a staff comes around from behind the man
and hits him in the face. He crumples and falls, and behind him stands 
Solonari, staff extended and bloodied, smiling at Avjo, who now holds the 
chair in his own hands.

Ithlial cries, "You guys take all the fun out of it!" in her overly heroic
manner, but Solonari clearly sees the predicament, as the pub begins to close
in on three of you. He cries: "Lets get OUT of here!!!!!!" With that, Solonari
bolts out of the pub.

Ithlial, too, with sword drawn, exits the pub, as Avjo is slowly backed into
a corner. "Mmm," Avjo remarks, "I guess we are outnumbered.." And with that, 
he bolts out of the pub, barely avoiding the crack of whip behind him. 

Meeting up with Ith and Sol, he exclaims: "Don't draw yer sword in barfights
anymore!"

The five of you meet up again at the inn. You discuss the events of the evening
and somehow come to a decision that Thal will hold the ring. He explains of its
magic power, and surprises Avjo when he admits to the group of his own dabbling
in the magical realm.

It is getting darker, and the five of you are tired. Solonari begins to remove
his armor, as Beholder, Ith, and Thal exit the room. "We must leave at first 
light," says Thal as he closes the door. And with that, Avjo passes out on his
cot... fully dressed.

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			       RJR
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