Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 1118974" data-attributes="member: 8530">Game #1 - 9/07/03Chapter 1, “Call for General Mojo,” September 12th, 1019, 10:30 A.M. The half-elvan fighter Narg and his elvan sidekick Mojo have just sat down for a late breakfast at Jerry’s Tavern, the largest eating establishment in the harborside town on Silver Moon Island.  The town is home to half of the island’s 300 residents, including the crews of the four ships that call this port their home.  The two fighters had been drinking at the tavern the previous evening and spent the night at the adjacent inn, being too drunk to make their way up the mountain to their homes.   Jerry, the middle-aged gnome proprietor of the tavern and inn, brings them some plates filled with eggs, meat and potatoes along with a full pitcher of beer for each of them.    Midway through the meal a loud buzzing sound emanates from Mojo.  Narg’s hangover is pretty bad and he finds the noise is rather aggravating.  He snaps “What the hell is that?”   “It’s the Queen phone,” is Mojo’s reply. The elvan fighter then retches into the pocket of his tunic and takes out a wooden and metal bottle opener.   He moves the corkscrew and pulls the metal bottle prier up a few inches, then brings the device up to his face.   “Hello!” he says enthusiastically.   Mojo’s facial expression then changes to one of frustration, and he says, “Yes, I’ll hold.”     Jerry asks Narg “Is there any particular reason he’s talking to a bottle opener?”   Narg replies, “It’s Mojo.  Does he need a reason?”  Mojo then begins talking again, saying “Uh huh……..Yeah…….Of course they did…...Well I could have told you that………….How big? WHAT!…… What does it look like………Where did you say…….Where is that……Damn…..Okay, that makes sense…….Okay, fine I’ll get a team there right away.  Talk to you tomorrow.”   He then closes up the bottle opener and puts it away.    “Dare I ask?” Narg inquires.   Mojo replies, “That was the Queen.”   Jerry says “The Queen is now a bottle opener?”   Mojo answers “No.  She spoke to me through a magical communication device.”  “In a bottle opener?” Narg exclaims.   Mojo answers, “She could have had the enchantment placed upon any item.   She figured that if she put it on something I might actually use then I wouldn’t misplace it or throw it away.”“So what’s going on?” Narg asks.    Mojo replies, “She needs me to get a team up to the Kralt Lordholding to stop a giant monster.  It apparently looks like a cross between an ox and a crocodile.”   “Oh no!” Narg exclaims with a shocked look on his face.   Jerry comments “What?  Afraid of fighting a crocodile-like monster?”  Narg replies, “Hell no, I just don’t want to go to Kralt.”    Mojo comments, “Well, this is apparently a big one.  She says it’s 100 feet tall and half-mile long.”   Jerry comments, “Wait a minute Mojo.  That’s not one of the Lordholdings you and the Silver Moon Adventurers have been appointed to look after?”  Mojo replies, “No, the Donkey Feet Team has that one.”   “Do you mean the Dragon Stalkers?” Jerry comments.    Mojo answers “Yeah, them.  I was close.  Anyway, she already sent them and the creature took them out.”   Narg quips, “Of course it took them out.  They’re incompetent!  A 100-inch tall monster would be too much for those chumps.  She should have called the “A” Team to begin with.”    Mojo replies, “She told me to go and get the best and the brightest.”   Jerry quips, “Do you want me to go and try to find some of them?  That sure doesn’t describe you two guys.”     Neither of the fighters are motivated to move, so they decide that the best way for them to recruit a team for this mission is to just stay in the tavern and drink, and take whoever happens to walk in next.     The first person to arrive is Mark, the party’s most senior ranger.   Narg says, “Hey, It’s Mark.  Should we get him?”   Mojo says, “Yeah, we should get him…to go find somebody else instead.”   Narg then says of his half-elvan colleague, “Okay, I’ll admit that he’s not the most exhilarating person we have in the group.”  Mojo answers, “The barnacles on the bottom of the ship are more exhilarating.” A large cloud of dust and dirt then appears outside the tavern, and Mark quickly closes the door to keep the dust outside.   Looking out the tavern window Mojo and Narg see that a large golden colored wyvern with rainbow hued winds has just landed.   The female half-elf wizard/cleric Cassie-Andra dismounts from her flying pet, and heads into the tavern.  “Well that’s more like it,” Mojo comments.  Narg and Mojo call both her and Mark over to their table.   “What’s up?” she asks. Narg says, “Trouble in Kralt.  The Queen just contacted Mojo, and she wants a team of us to get there as soon as possible to stop a giant monster.”   Cassie turns to Mojo and then interrogates him for a word-for-word summary of his conversation with Queen Jennifer.   Mojo explains that the monster first appeared in Kralt a few days earlier and has thus far destroyed three small settlements, the latest being the town of Szaphdra’s Rest.   That was where the Dragon Stalkers fought the creature and lost.   That team’s liaison, General Teakas, contacted Queen Jennifer to request more help.   The Queen said she would take care of that and ordered the Dragon Stalkers to begin an evacuation of the large crossroads town of Gheldaylin, the next community in the monster’s path.”    “Any idea where that town might be?” Mark inquires.   Cassie replies, “Yes, I’ve heard of it.  It is about halfway between the Monastery of the Kralt Lordholder and the East Lordholding land of Northumberland.  We’ve adventured at both of those places nine years ago, and could teleport to either.”  Mojo comments, “Yeah, I went on both of those missions.”  Mojo then points to the door, and comments, “He went on both of those missions too.”   They turn and see that the druid Alton has just entered the tavern.   The scruffy, disheveled and rather filthy robed human staggers over towards the others.   They smell him well before he reaches the tables as he reeks  of the various plants that he recreationally smokes, and comments “Hey Man.  Saw your flying lizard outside Cassie.  What’s happening?”  She replies, “We’re going to be heading up to the Kralt Lordholding.  Care to join us?”   “Him?” Narg comments, with a distasteful look on his face.   Cassie replies, “We could use a second spell caster.  And a druid might come in handy for this mission.”   Alton asks, “This isn’t another vacation is it?” (Remembering a prior ‘vacation’ to another world that turned out to be an unpleasant trek through several hundred miles of desert.  Mojo replies, “No you’ve been asked to go help fight a giant monster.”  “Great. Sounds real groovy,” is the druid’s reply.  “Shouldn’t we also bring along somebody who has thieving skills?” Mark comments.   “Good point,” Narg answers, “Hey Jerry…..”   They all notice that the gnome rogue tavern owner is nowhere to be seen.”    “Guess he saw that one coming,” Mojo comments.    Cassie suggests, “How about Purge?”  “That weirdo?” Mojo states.   Cassie answers “Yes.  He’s currently back on the island for a visit, and he originally came from Kralt.  In fact, the Kralt Lordholder is the head of Purge’s Monastic Order and he knows that Monastery well.”   “Fine, at least he’s quiet,” Narg states. “How do we get there?” Mark asks.   Cassie says, “We’ll have to borrow either the Ring of Teleportation from Serita or Helm of Teleportation from Kharole.”   “Will either loan one of them to us?” Alton says.   Mojo quips, “You could probably get the one from Kharole, but you might have to sleep with her first.”   Narg says, “Right!  Be back soon.”   Cassie yells, “Hold on Mister!  Need I remind you that you’re recently married.”   He says, “Oh yeah, and to a very pregnant archer.  She’d kill me without hesitation in her current disposition.  Better send Mark instead.”   Cassie says, “Okay, Mark.  Go find Purge and then get the Helmet and your equipment together.  We’ll leave from outside of my library just as soon as you can get there.”    Mark gets on his horse and rides off.  The others climb upon the back of the wyvern Maynard, for a quick flight back up to the mountaintop city where the four of them reside.</blockquote>

Verification