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<blockquote data-quote="jasper" data-source="post: 1976" data-attributes="member: 277">tickleberry speaks,,,,Hokay, looks like I have a LOT of cleaning up to do here. That weird sword is always getting the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; important parts wrong! Like minimalizing myself, for one thing. I may be little, but I'm important!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Hmm, starting with the firebug, those happened most recently, and I can still remember them well&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; enought to correct them.We hit this new, woodbuilt town, named emptykeg, of all things, and find out that they have some&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; serious trouble brewing. Half the party is into helping, and the other half splits for the booze.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Granted, they had a time of it, and we did pick up a few new faces to help.It seems that the previous owners had gotten peeved at the high-handed way the new owners took over. They sent a little justifiable retribution to the town, and their arsonist got caught. He also escaped, and now wanted a little retribution of his own. As people out for revenge are wont to do, he left a cryptic note of just how he was going about it. I figured it out after two places caught fire and I got a general overview of the town.We split the party, to cover all contingencies. How I wound up managing two burly half-orcs, I'll&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; never know, but there we were, guarding a water tower. Here comes this ten year old, with a lit&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; lantern, intent on going up. I don't think anyone would believe the trouble that one little kid put up.We saved the tower, and then, I saved the half-orcs from the ten year old. You wouldn't believe the trouble that little guy called. I took him home, and found that all hell had broken out when I found the rest of the crew.There they were, brawling and fighting on the front steps. If anyone was going to bring it to a close, it was going to be the bard. When I bring a man down, he stays down. If I tried to help, I would have probably made matters worse. Diplomacy isn't my thing, neither is subdual damage. I sneak around to a window, wait for the guards to leave, and enter. I put the pane back like I found it, and continue my search. I find zip on the bottom floor, and head upstairs.Right into the arms of some waiting guards. OOps. &quot;What are you doing here?&quot; growls one. Boy, could he use a bath and some manners.&quot;Why, what I'm supposed to be doing, of course.&quot; reply I, in sweet tones I hope he emulates. Fat chance.&quot;I wasn't notified. Come with me.&quot;Then, I try bluster. &quot;Look, there's a firebug on the loose, and if I don't find him, you are so gonna pay for it. Wintergreen will have your hide.&quot; I try to convince this idiot the error of his ways all the way back out. To add insult to injury, or injury to insult. He butts me with his pole-axe, the nerve!On the steps, it looks like the fight is settled, two guards down, and injuries all around. One of the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; orcs, and the Cleric are in custody. Wintergreen tells the guards to let me go. I say thank you, kick the guard that hurt me, turned to go, and found MYself in custody. THe Nerve! Now, I really didn't care if the whole place went up in flames. Okay, I did care, but I was NOT happy with my treatment.I would get my own back.Well, now its up to the bard, one halforc, and that cute rogue of a half elf.The bard smoozes with the highmucketymuck, and gets leave to search. THey find him, in the nick of time, they find him.Battle ensues. THe evil one has a necklace of missles, and an eye of charming. Charm doesn't work on elves, such as the bard. In a last ditch effort to save himself, the arsonist lets one fall as the bard skewers him. In a display of dexterity that would have done me proud, Red (rogue)dives for the bead, and catches it.We are released, we are paid, and I don't leave until I see that oaf punished. KP duty, for a month. I leave contented. Straight into the teeth of yet another harrowing, life and death struggle. No rest for the cutie!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="jasper, post: 1976, member: 277"] tickleberry speaks,,,, Hokay, looks like I have a LOT of cleaning up to do here. That weird sword is always getting the important parts wrong! Like minimalizing myself, for one thing. I may be little, but I'm important! Hmm, starting with the firebug, those happened most recently, and I can still remember them well enought to correct them. We hit this new, woodbuilt town, named emptykeg, of all things, and find out that they have some serious trouble brewing. Half the party is into helping, and the other half splits for the booze. Granted, they had a time of it, and we did pick up a few new faces to help. It seems that the previous owners had gotten peeved at the high-handed way the new owners took over. They sent a little justifiable retribution to the town, and their arsonist got caught. He also escaped, and now wanted a little retribution of his own. As people out for revenge are wont to do, he left a cryptic note of just how he was going about it. I figured it out after two places caught fire and I got a general overview of the town. We split the party, to cover all contingencies. How I wound up managing two burly half-orcs, I'll never know, but there we were, guarding a water tower. Here comes this ten year old, with a lit lantern, intent on going up. I don't think anyone would believe the trouble that one little kid put up. We saved the tower, and then, I saved the half-orcs from the ten year old. You wouldn't believe the trouble that little guy called. I took him home, and found that all hell had broken out when I found the rest of the crew. There they were, brawling and fighting on the front steps. If anyone was going to bring it to a close, it was going to be the bard. When I bring a man down, he stays down. If I tried to help, I would have probably made matters worse. Diplomacy isn't my thing, neither is subdual damage. I sneak around to a window, wait for the guards to leave, and enter. I put the pane back like I found it, and continue my search. I find zip on the bottom floor, and head upstairs. Right into the arms of some waiting guards. OOps. "What are you doing here?" growls one. Boy, could he use a bath and some manners. "Why, what I'm supposed to be doing, of course." reply I, in sweet tones I hope he emulates. Fat chance. "I wasn't notified. Come with me." Then, I try bluster. "Look, there's a firebug on the loose, and if I don't find him, you are so gonna pay for it. Wintergreen will have your hide." I try to convince this idiot the error of his ways all the way back out. To add insult to injury, or injury to insult. He butts me with his pole-axe, the nerve! On the steps, it looks like the fight is settled, two guards down, and injuries all around. One of the orcs, and the Cleric are in custody. Wintergreen tells the guards to let me go. I say thank you, kick the guard that hurt me, turned to go, and found MYself in custody. THe Nerve! Now, I really didn't care if the whole place went up in flames. Okay, I did care, but I was NOT happy with my treatment. I would get my own back. Well, now its up to the bard, one halforc, and that cute rogue of a half elf. The bard smoozes with the highmucketymuck, and gets leave to search. THey find him, in the nick of time, they find him. Battle ensues. THe evil one has a necklace of missles, and an eye of charming. Charm doesn't work on elves, such as the bard. In a last ditch effort to save himself, the arsonist lets one fall as the bard skewers him. In a display of dexterity that would have done me proud, Red (rogue)dives for the bead, and catches it. We are released, we are paid, and I don't leave until I see that oaf punished. KP duty, for a month. I leave contented. Straight into the teeth of yet another harrowing, life and death struggle. No rest for the cutie! [/QUOTE]

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