This blog is a narrative outline (a literary embelishemnt if you will) of a campaign and setting that I created for 2E when I was in college. I adapted to 4E and am currently playing out with my son, who has followed in his father's love of the game.
II - IV Criminal Research
Posted 28th February 2009 at 11:07 PM by H.M.Gimlord
Bradon crossed the room to get a closer look at the living gem. “By the lighthouse glass! What is that?”
Lars looked up and shrugged, “I haven’t the foggiest. All I know that when the crystal is inside the knife, it can cut through just about anything, and when it’s not in the knife, the blade is as ordinary as a kitchen tool.”
Bradon reached down to pick up the prism, but only got within a hand’s breadth of the crystal. Fire, in a thin blue stream arced from within the pulsating stone and struck Bradon on the hand. “What the devil…” he trailed off rubbing his sore hand. The hair on his fingers was singed, and spasms wracked the muscles in his forearms.
“Yeah. I forgot to tell you.” Lars’ warning came a little late. “You’ve got to wear gloves if you want to hold it.” Lars slipped a thin leather glove over his hand and returned the crystal to its receptacle. “Even a glove like this is enough.”
Bradon was still massaging his hand. “Are there more of these things.”
“I don’t know.” Lars replied. “This is the first I’ve ever seen, but my guess is that there are more of them. Bard’s knife suggests that the design was common enough to pass along, although I suppose that since he felt comfortable enough to sell his own that he didn’t plan on anyone finding an original.”
“What are you getting at.” Bradon knew that Lars was not telling him all he knew.
“Bard doesn’t have a crystal, but he may know where one is.” Lars tapped his temple as the revelation left his lips. “I would ask him outright, but that would be admitting my theft. I think we’re going to need a more subtle form of investigation.”
Smoc and Bradon looked at each other with smug, knowing grins.
“When.” Bradon was practically drooling
“Tonight. The rain will be our cover.”
Lars looked up and shrugged, “I haven’t the foggiest. All I know that when the crystal is inside the knife, it can cut through just about anything, and when it’s not in the knife, the blade is as ordinary as a kitchen tool.”
Bradon reached down to pick up the prism, but only got within a hand’s breadth of the crystal. Fire, in a thin blue stream arced from within the pulsating stone and struck Bradon on the hand. “What the devil…” he trailed off rubbing his sore hand. The hair on his fingers was singed, and spasms wracked the muscles in his forearms.
“Yeah. I forgot to tell you.” Lars’ warning came a little late. “You’ve got to wear gloves if you want to hold it.” Lars slipped a thin leather glove over his hand and returned the crystal to its receptacle. “Even a glove like this is enough.”
Bradon was still massaging his hand. “Are there more of these things.”
“I don’t know.” Lars replied. “This is the first I’ve ever seen, but my guess is that there are more of them. Bard’s knife suggests that the design was common enough to pass along, although I suppose that since he felt comfortable enough to sell his own that he didn’t plan on anyone finding an original.”
“What are you getting at.” Bradon knew that Lars was not telling him all he knew.
“Bard doesn’t have a crystal, but he may know where one is.” Lars tapped his temple as the revelation left his lips. “I would ask him outright, but that would be admitting my theft. I think we’re going to need a more subtle form of investigation.”
Smoc and Bradon looked at each other with smug, knowing grins.
“When.” Bradon was practically drooling
“Tonight. The rain will be our cover.”
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