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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 1792239" data-attributes="member: 8530">Module #128 - Sept. 26, 2004Module 128, “The Birth”, February 18th, 1020:Narg and Mojo are sitting around Jerry’s tavern having a beer with Jerry and Vincenzo while the midwife Jamie checks on the Vallessa.   She returns and announces “The baby has dropped, looks like the birth could be any day now.”   Narg exclaims “It’s about time, I don’t think I can take much more of this.”  Jamie exclaims “You?  She’s the one who’s got something growing inside of her.”   Narg replies, “And tells me every chance she gets.”Jamie and Vincenzo leave to return to their farm.   Jerry looks to Narg and says, “I gather you two had another fight?”  He replies, “Yeah, this time over my sneakers of all things.  I’ve been wearing them for the five years since we last visited Alton’s world, so they’re now to the point where they are really comfortable.  She insists they are old and worn out and should be thrown away.”   Mojo says, “Well, if that’s her criteria she should get rid of you too.”The three don’t act the least bit surprised when Cassie teleports back into the middle of the room and dumps the others out of the Bags of Holding.   Jerry gets each of them food and drink while they relate what transpired up in the Kralt Lordholding. February 19th, 1020:Another day of sitting around the tavern when an unexpected arrival walks through the door, namely Narg Junior (he is from an alternative future, see the Story Hour for Module #100, “Chinese Take-out”).  The group last saw him the previous year at Narg and Vallessa’s wedding.   “What are you doing here?” Narg asks.   The boy replies, “Tomorrow’s my birthday so I thought I’d spend it with you.”  Narg replies, “That’s nice, if I’d known I would have bought you a present.”   Mojo looks at Narg and says “Hey Dummy, don’t you get it!  Tomorrow is his birthday….your son.”  Narg exclaims, “Oh, yeah, I should go tell Vallessa.”   Jerry says “No you idiot, leave her alone and don’t tell her anything, she’ll find out soon enough.  Just alert the midwife and her cleric husband.  Send somebody to get them NOW!   Trust me on this, my wife had twenty-six children.”  Mojo asks Narg Junior “Won’t it be rather strange, you being here to see yourself be born?”  The boy replies, “No stranger than seeing a younger version of you Dad (the alternative Mojo was his stepfather).”   “Don’t call me that,” Mojo replies.   The boy looks around and says, “Hey, where is that half-elf Bitsey who I met at your wedding?  She was really cute.”  Narg blurts out “Away, far away!”  Jerry says, “Not that far.  She’s the this Lordholding, in the town of Farnsberg.  She’s the town’s current Mayor.”   Mojo interjects “Big deal, you get to be Mayor of that town by winning a pie eating contest.”   Jerry interjects, “There’s more to the competition than that and the Mayer gets their weight in gold.”   The boy says, “So she’s both cute and rich.   See you guys later.”  He disappears out the door. As anticipated, later that evening Vallessa goes into Labor. February 20th, 1020, 11:30 A.M.:After fourteen hours of heavy labor a three-quarters elvan boy is born.   Vallessa is adamant that the boy NOT be named Narg Junior.    Narg says “But that is what we named him last time.”  She replies, “No, I was told that in that other reality you were dead and I named him that in your memory.  You’re very much alive this time.”   Mojo interjects “Well, if that’s the only problem with the name I can take care of that for you.”They spend the rest of the day working on names, coming up with a long list of choices including the names Clint, Otis, Brooks, Duke, Scott, Jay, Bootsey, Macco, Mac, Rudy, Duncan, Meldar, Ranier, Kathadin, Cuarthol and Two-sheds.  Mojo likes the name Spike and says that is what he’ll be calling he kid regardless of the name chosen.    The day ends with them still unsure, but with Narg leaning towards Cuarthol, an elvan term meaning bow & helm, and Vallessa leaning towards Kathadin, a name of unknown origin although it has an elvish sound to it. May 9th, 1020:Nearly three months have gone by and Narg and Vallessa still haven’t reach any agreement on what to name their son, who the nickname “Spike” seems to be sticking to.   The ship Silver Moon arrives in the city of Jawltorn where most of the party has arrived for the ribbon-cutting ceremonies for the City of Jawltorn Hospital, which Serita is the chief administrator of.    They arrive at the building where the auction had taken place the previous year (see the Story Hour for Module #117, “League of Assassins”).    Kindor has converted the building into an ambulance bay, with eight horse drawn medical carts.  He has also had a hospital ship constructed and docked a mile away, to transport these teams anywhere on the continent in the event of an emergency. Serita gives the group a tour of the hospital, an elaborately made multi-story stone building built in the shape of a wagon wheel.   The circular outer ring has all of the patient rooms, each of the nine ‘spokes’ are devoted to clergy and healers of the different religious alignments and the center circle is the hospital ‘s administration building.    The opening ceremonies go well.</blockquote>

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