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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DanMcS" data-source="post: 510197" data-attributes="member: 6530">12/7/2002Session 2(One of our players had to skip this saturday; the GM brought a short one-session adventure we could do in one session, and we'll start a longer adventure next week.  Plus, a short vignette for each character present.)Wolfgang KohlWolfgang, after our encounters with rampaging ogres and pillaging orcs, decided he needed a bigger gun.  There was a gun show in the area, so he went hunting for an M4 carbine, a weapon he was familiar with from time in the military.He struck up a conversation with a dealer who had two on display, one standard and one apparently modified, better barrel, sights, a good custom job.  He attempted to sweettalk the guy down on the price of the masterly crafted one, but the dealer stood firm, and another customer walked up and bought it for the listed price.  Wolfgang did a double-take, the other customer, slender, graceful, pale, pointed ears, obviously an Arcadian.  He lost the elf into the crowd, but ended up buying the stock gun and some rounds.Wandering around the show, he found something even stranger- another elf, this one dark skinned, pale hair.  Different subspecies, maybe.  The elf was dealing WWII memorabilia; some guns, defunct grenades, but mostly authentic looking Nazi stuff, and some bizarre grisly artifacts, necklaces made out of teeth and paperweights made out of skulls.  Wolfgang talked to him a bit, didn't bother to buy anything, but later shadowed the elf to his car and got the license plate for later reference.  Very strange.Rae WintersRae got a call from an old friend, a park ranger in town for the weekend.  She met him for dinner, and he related some unusual attacks in the park he was managing- a brown bear, normally a reclusive creature, had been attacking hikers and campers.  They hadn't tracked it down yet, but the hunt was on.  They spent the rest of the dinner in chit-chat, catching up on old times.After dinner, walking back to the car, they witnessed a carjacking!  The driver fought, the attacker fired several shots into the car and ran off.  Rae and her date (I didn't catch his name) ran to the car, helped the victims as best they could, and called 911.  When they spotted the ambulance coming, Rae took off in the direction she'd seen the gunman take, her bewildered date following in her wake.  They got lucky and spotted the shooter walking down an alley.  Rae drew her sidearm (to her date's shock) and called for the suspect to surrender.  He turned, drawing his pistol, but she had him lined up and dropped him with a well-aimed shot.  Bound his wound, zip-cuffed him, and left him by the nearest street for the cops to find.She doesn't figure she'll get another call from the guy anytime soon.Isaac HoltIsaac used his couple of days to conduct business.  Another book dealer, an older gentleman named Clayton McKendrick, an acquaintance of his, had passed away.  The funeral was tomorrow, the estate sale a couple of days later.He went to the funeral to pay his respects to an old competitor.  A couple of other guys in the business were there too, and isaac smiled grimly to himself.  "The vultures are circling all right."  He ran into the old guy's daughter, Jenny, who he also knew vaguely, and assured her he'd stop by the auction- she knew he was in the same business as her father.A couple of visits to local motels confirmed that a lot of regional guys would be here for the auction.  Old McKendrick had a sizeable library and a big house full of his collections- the auction was going to be quite an event.  One guy Isaac knew, some noveau riche chump with more money than taste, styled himself a Baron.  He had stock market money and had gotten out at the right time, so he'd be hard to outbid on some of the better pieces.  Rumor had it he owned a castle in Pennsylvania, a real one, shipped over from France or something stone by stone.  Jerk.On the day of the auction, Isaac showed up early.  Pretty much everything was for sale, even the house, so all the furniture and everything had been brought out to tents on the lawn.  The lower value pieces were in lots in the tents with listed prices, but the real valuables would be auctioned later that afternoon.  He browsed the lots, didn't spot anything, and slipped away to venture inside the house.He knew it vaguely from doing business with the old man, but it was very empty and kind of sad now.  Isaac poked around, nothing really in most of the rooms.  In the study, under a couch that hadn't been moved yet, he found a small book, handwritten, apparently McKendrick's journal.  Pocketed that for later.  Didn't really spot anything in the rest of the house, but he got caught snooping around by Jenny."Are you lost?"  A disapproving look on her face."Just taking a look around for old times' sake.  Place sure looks different now.  Really going to miss the old guy."  Hope she bought that."Yeah.  Well, he'd been sick, it wasn't unexpected."  Beat.  "Well, you can find your way out?""Sure thing.  See you later."Safely back out in the tents, Isaac went through the lots more thoroughly- nothing else to do anyway until the auctions started.  In one of them, he found an old, kind of shabby set of books.  They didn't look like much, but paging through them, they proved to be Victorian era, medical texts of some kind, written by one of the Queen's private doctors.  They /should/ be up for bidding, but since they weren't- he checked the price mark, and whistled.  Still pricey, but undervalued.  Some mental calculation- he found a sale worker, and offered them less than the asking price.  Look at the condition, not real good, but interesting as curiousities.  To his surprise, they went for it.  Even if he got nothing else, this was a heck of a find by itself, and he stood to make a great deal of profit.As he suspected, he couldn't bid with the big dogs at the real auction, but stuck around out of curiousity.  The Baron snapped up a bunch of pricey but gaudy artwork and furniture, and some books Isaac wasn't interested in anyway.  An old manuscript on Vlad Tepes went for a LOT, to a mysterious figure Isaac didn't recognize.  Even the Baron got outbid on that one.  Afterward, Isaac found Jenny McKendrick to say his goodbyes, and asked her the name of the Tepes buyer.  The log said Nicholas something, but it was obviously a pseudonym- he paid cash.  McKendrick said she'd look into it a bit; also, if any of the book lots were left over, was Isaac interested in being called?  He left his card.</blockquote>

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