The Boar's Head Pub

Downunder Tom · #1 June 4th, 2001, 06:32 AM

Tom Shakes Monty's and frieds hands and picks up his sack of items the he has found, Kenders are not really thiefs but just loan things to see how they work and sometimes forget where they got them. Of course it could be dangerous with Gnome devices as most of them seem to blow up instead of working like there ships which is too big for a Kender to steal anyway.

In his other hand he picks up is Hoopak a strange combination of staff and sling.

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Wth a little help from my frieds , we can make this the best RPG ever.

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monty · #2 June 4th, 2001, 07:23 AM

"Glad to have you with us Tom. No trip is boring with a Kender along!"
Both Bargehead and the elflord look suspiciously at Tom, like he is some sort of deranged second cousin.
Monty is glad to be outdoors again. The day is bright and sunny, birds are chirping, and the grass is a brilliant green. Not a cloud in the sky...A giant can be heard in the distance, winning an argument with a large tree that doesn't want to become a club.

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VampiricDread · #3 June 4th, 2001, 09:58 AM

I was pleased to see a Kender join the party, if for nothing else, their natural merry and innocent disposition (though their borrowing habits are somewhat upseting).

In the distance, a rendering sound of timber being broken just showed the giant got his point over the tree..

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I wish I had more time to adventure...

Argh · #4 June 5th, 2001, 06:02 PM

The party stopped, looking warily at the Giant, until the elven lord came around the bend(he was chatting merrily with Bargehead about ancient traps in the rear of the party). The elven lord looked up at the Giant(which was just starting to think about whether or not Kender are tasty) when he whispered in Monty's ear, "We should really get out of here, don't you think?".

Monty looked at the elven lord and grinned. He wasn't afraid of such a stupid(if powerful) creature. The giant began picking its teeth with bits of the treetop, and slowly moved one of its legs as if to give chase, but the party was soon out of sight- and it being a hill giant, that meant out of mind.

About thirty minutes later, they arrived at a tiny hut that stood in front of a larger house. The elven lord gestured to the party to walk up to the hut, and they were greeted by a very strange and wizened figure.

The figure was humanoid, and had a somewhat human face- but its incredible layers of wrinkly nut-brown skin made its face look somewhat like a collection of leather gloves. Its wide dark eyes stared from under its dark brow. . .

VampiricDread · #5 June 6th, 2001, 02:12 AM

"Is this where we get to the CloudGate, my lord?" I asked the elf.

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I wish I had more time to adventure...

Downunder Tom · #6 June 7th, 2001, 06:09 AM

Well we are waiting for a reply we hear a big crash in the distance ....

Tom tells the others that giant was not going to make a snack of him and decied to get in first by tieing the giants shoe lances together and that was the giant falling over we heard. He also shows them a strange device that he got from the lord when he was not looking. The others look displeased thinking that lord will be after them when he works it out.

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Wth a little help from my frieds , we can make this the best RPG ever.

Drago · #7 June 7th, 2001, 12:34 PM

While the party of adventurers is waiting for a reply to Vampiricdread's question Drago goes into his black leather backpak and brings forth a small trinket. It is a little golden pocketwatch with a cluster of diamonds in the shape of a dragon encircling a moon and a sun. The back of it is engraved in a few different ancient Languages: egyptian, chinese, and another one that is unrecognizable to him. He describes it as an old family heirloom passed down from his great, great grandfather William Thomasticus.
In the final days of the Great War he had uncovered it while exploring a cave during a reconnaissance mission. "It has the ability to stop time for a brief period," Drago states.
"How long a period of time?" Monty asks. "Five minutes," Drago says. The third ancient language was known by Drago's great grandfather but he died before he could pass on his knowledge. Perhaps someone from the party could decipher it.

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"My soul to nothingness: but I will strive against all doubtings, and will keep alive..." ~ John Keats's Sleep and Poetry

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