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<blockquote data-quote="CrusadeDave" data-source="post: 1944145" data-attributes="member: 6716"><p><strong>Chapter 1, Part 2.</strong></p><p></p><p>Part 2: As Faerunian as Apple Pie.</p><p></p><p>It had been three days since Kiernan and Pel had left Baldur’s Gate. And Pel was quite quiet. Kiernan had sized him up over the past few days, and he was one thick priest, in more ways than one. In addition to being kind of slow, and non-personable, he might have also had the widest set of shoulders Kiernan had ever seen. Of course, that only made Kiernan more deliberate as he fished through his compatriots pack one night and read the dictum from Lyrnyn.</p><p></p><p>“Lonelywood? For Lathander?” Kiernan laughed to himself. Other than the prying fingers going through Pel’s gear, Kiernan kept his distance from Pel, trying to get a read for his new acquaintance. Upon entering a small town listed as Oakhurst, the pair strode straight to the one upkept store in town, “Hucrele and Hucrele Fine Baked Goods.” Outside was a Grey Wolf sitting at attention.</p><p></p><p>“’ey, ‘dere little dawgie.” The massive cleric was about to pet the wolf, when a call from inside the store called out, “Here, Nailo.”</p><p></p><p>The Cleric and Rogue walked into the store as the slender female Elf was beginning to walk back from the counter. As her conversation ended, she stopped to listen to a new one.</p><p></p><p>Mrs. Hucrele was well put off by the boisterous and obnoxious Cleric sent to her for her quest. Kiernan laughed at a tale about a magic goblin apple due to be made into a pie that was to be auctioned off in a fortnight. Bidders were coming in from Amn to Sembia, to bid on a magic pie that could heal any affliction.</p><p></p><p>“You understand that I’ve just opened stores in Silverymoon and Waterdeep. If I don’t deliver on the magic pie this year, I’ll be ruined. The Goblins always sell it to the town on the first day of spring, ripe as a normal apple would be in autumn. We send down a few representatives of the town guard, local church, and my workers to buy it from them. Last year, I tried to plant the seeds from the apple but the Goblins must have cut the sapling down in the middle of the night. Well, the goblins didn’t show up on the day they were supposed to, or the next few, for that matter. So we sent one member of the town guard, the Acolyte from the Church, and two of my hands here to go look for it down by the canyon, where we think the goblins come from. I’ll give you 100 gold for each apple, and 50 gold for either the return of my two men, or their two signet rings. If you need to know any more about the canyon, old Garon at the Inn knows all the old stories better than me.”</p><p></p><p>So in two groups the Cleric and Rogue, Wolf and Druid crossed the street to talk to Garon. He was older than his beer, barely. He remembered a few old stories about an old citadel being under the canyon, but he didn’t remember anyone named Belak.</p><p></p><p>Pel opened his big fat mouth. “Well, he probably would have smelled a bit. And had a habit of bringing pets into the bar.” Only Pel would laugh at that joke. And it was his own. So he did.</p><p></p><p>Garon thought, “Wait a minute, I don’t remember a name, but I remember a dark guy, didn’t say much, but he had a Giant Frog, and if I remember, he asked some questions about that canyon a few years back. I swear that frog would’ve eaten birds instead of flies. The size of that tongue…” </p><p></p><p>Xana’s eyes opened wide. Belak had a pet frog, similar to her wolf. She hadn’t thought anything of it. “Thank you sir, thank you very much.” Turning to the humans on her side of the bar, “I suppose then that our paths lay together for a while. Could I accompany you on your search for apples, while I seek my old clansman, Belak.”</p><p></p><p>Pel bellowed, “Sure you can, little lady. But as this is your first time adventuring, we’ll have to go over the rules.”</p><p></p><p>“Rules?”</p><p></p><p>“Sure, there are rules for adventuring, written by the great adventurer, Heydricus.“</p><p></p><p>Kiernan sighed as Pel continued.</p><p></p><p>“One, Call for healing when you need it.”</p><p></p><p>“Kiernan muttered over his shoulder, “I’m going to the store to get some more supplies, I’ll meet you two by the town well.”</p><p></p><p>“Two, Stay away from anything that glows until you know what it does.”</p><p></p><p>Xana, wide-eyed, was trapped, and began walking out into the town square, while trying to hush Nailo.</p><p></p><p>“Three, Never split the party.”</p><p></p><p>Just how many rules were there?</p><p></p><p>“Four, Take it one level at a time, kill everything, then move on.”</p><p></p><p>“Five…</p><p></p><p>[For more rules, please read the adventures of the Liberators of Tenh, written by (contact) ]</p><p></p><p>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p> </p><p>Kiernan was surprised that the small church of Lathander in town was run by a Gnome named Del Neckle, the only non-human he’d seen so far. Perhaps that’s why he seemed so un-Gnomish.</p><p></p><p>“You better watch out if you go down to that canyon, It’s dangerous down there. Already lost 4 townsfolk looking for that apple already. Don’t want to see any more wasted.”</p><p></p><p>Kiernan had imitated that he was going to check out the Canyon, and found that the Gnome acted somewhat normal. Having sneaked a peek at Pel’s letter while he slept a few days ago, Kiernan wondered if he was supposed to be wary of this local priest. More likely his gut told him that the church didn’t want Pel to embarrass Lathander by acting openly. Lonelywood sure was a barren place. Not more than a few shacks on the wrong side of a Glacier from what he’d heard.</p><p></p><p>“Thanks. I’ll be careful, and make sure I’ve got some good friends.”</p><p></p><p>“I wouldn’t go walking out that door yet. Your shoes are untied.” The Gnome was unable to hide a smirk.</p><p></p><p>“Here, I thought I was wearing boots. See you later.”</p><p></p><p>With a nod, the Cleric watched the young Rogue leave the church, meet up with some elvish girl and a wolf, and a big strapping fighter. He wondered when the church would send him some help to look for his missing Paladin.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="CrusadeDave, post: 1944145, member: 6716"] [b]Chapter 1, Part 2.[/b] Part 2: As Faerunian as Apple Pie. It had been three days since Kiernan and Pel had left Baldur’s Gate. And Pel was quite quiet. Kiernan had sized him up over the past few days, and he was one thick priest, in more ways than one. In addition to being kind of slow, and non-personable, he might have also had the widest set of shoulders Kiernan had ever seen. Of course, that only made Kiernan more deliberate as he fished through his compatriots pack one night and read the dictum from Lyrnyn. “Lonelywood? For Lathander?” Kiernan laughed to himself. Other than the prying fingers going through Pel’s gear, Kiernan kept his distance from Pel, trying to get a read for his new acquaintance. Upon entering a small town listed as Oakhurst, the pair strode straight to the one upkept store in town, “Hucrele and Hucrele Fine Baked Goods.” Outside was a Grey Wolf sitting at attention. “’ey, ‘dere little dawgie.” The massive cleric was about to pet the wolf, when a call from inside the store called out, “Here, Nailo.” The Cleric and Rogue walked into the store as the slender female Elf was beginning to walk back from the counter. As her conversation ended, she stopped to listen to a new one. Mrs. Hucrele was well put off by the boisterous and obnoxious Cleric sent to her for her quest. Kiernan laughed at a tale about a magic goblin apple due to be made into a pie that was to be auctioned off in a fortnight. Bidders were coming in from Amn to Sembia, to bid on a magic pie that could heal any affliction. “You understand that I’ve just opened stores in Silverymoon and Waterdeep. If I don’t deliver on the magic pie this year, I’ll be ruined. The Goblins always sell it to the town on the first day of spring, ripe as a normal apple would be in autumn. We send down a few representatives of the town guard, local church, and my workers to buy it from them. Last year, I tried to plant the seeds from the apple but the Goblins must have cut the sapling down in the middle of the night. Well, the goblins didn’t show up on the day they were supposed to, or the next few, for that matter. So we sent one member of the town guard, the Acolyte from the Church, and two of my hands here to go look for it down by the canyon, where we think the goblins come from. I’ll give you 100 gold for each apple, and 50 gold for either the return of my two men, or their two signet rings. If you need to know any more about the canyon, old Garon at the Inn knows all the old stories better than me.” So in two groups the Cleric and Rogue, Wolf and Druid crossed the street to talk to Garon. He was older than his beer, barely. He remembered a few old stories about an old citadel being under the canyon, but he didn’t remember anyone named Belak. Pel opened his big fat mouth. “Well, he probably would have smelled a bit. And had a habit of bringing pets into the bar.” Only Pel would laugh at that joke. And it was his own. So he did. Garon thought, “Wait a minute, I don’t remember a name, but I remember a dark guy, didn’t say much, but he had a Giant Frog, and if I remember, he asked some questions about that canyon a few years back. I swear that frog would’ve eaten birds instead of flies. The size of that tongue…” Xana’s eyes opened wide. Belak had a pet frog, similar to her wolf. She hadn’t thought anything of it. “Thank you sir, thank you very much.” Turning to the humans on her side of the bar, “I suppose then that our paths lay together for a while. Could I accompany you on your search for apples, while I seek my old clansman, Belak.” Pel bellowed, “Sure you can, little lady. But as this is your first time adventuring, we’ll have to go over the rules.” “Rules?” “Sure, there are rules for adventuring, written by the great adventurer, Heydricus.“ Kiernan sighed as Pel continued. “One, Call for healing when you need it.” “Kiernan muttered over his shoulder, “I’m going to the store to get some more supplies, I’ll meet you two by the town well.” “Two, Stay away from anything that glows until you know what it does.” Xana, wide-eyed, was trapped, and began walking out into the town square, while trying to hush Nailo. “Three, Never split the party.” Just how many rules were there? “Four, Take it one level at a time, kill everything, then move on.” “Five… [For more rules, please read the adventures of the Liberators of Tenh, written by (contact) ] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kiernan was surprised that the small church of Lathander in town was run by a Gnome named Del Neckle, the only non-human he’d seen so far. Perhaps that’s why he seemed so un-Gnomish. “You better watch out if you go down to that canyon, It’s dangerous down there. Already lost 4 townsfolk looking for that apple already. Don’t want to see any more wasted.” Kiernan had imitated that he was going to check out the Canyon, and found that the Gnome acted somewhat normal. Having sneaked a peek at Pel’s letter while he slept a few days ago, Kiernan wondered if he was supposed to be wary of this local priest. More likely his gut told him that the church didn’t want Pel to embarrass Lathander by acting openly. Lonelywood sure was a barren place. Not more than a few shacks on the wrong side of a Glacier from what he’d heard. “Thanks. I’ll be careful, and make sure I’ve got some good friends.” “I wouldn’t go walking out that door yet. Your shoes are untied.” The Gnome was unable to hide a smirk. “Here, I thought I was wearing boots. See you later.” With a nod, the Cleric watched the young Rogue leave the church, meet up with some elvish girl and a wolf, and a big strapping fighter. He wondered when the church would send him some help to look for his missing Paladin. [/QUOTE]
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