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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 1300851" data-attributes="member: 16069">THE WEDNESDAY KNIGHTSSESSION I- Part 1.Satyrday 1st Jankers 2000 Year of the DarkThe Pub Launch.Outside, in the village of Amberdale, a thin mizzle soaks everything, inside the Birchwhistle Inn a group of incompetents and malcontents sit and nurse their half-pints of “Old Scrotum”. In the far corner Endrin (Bard 1), a ladies-man, a fop by any other name, plucks softly at the strings of his lyre so as to hear what the incompetents and malcontents are saying…Felix (Druid 1), the raggedy dressed Dwarf, eyes the assembled crew and speaks slowly, as if he were addressing children, “ I am Felix.”“The cat?” offers Liandri (Rogue 1), a thin and profoundly ugly elf, and then s<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />s behind his hand. Felix shoots him a glance and continues, his voice rising to crescendo by the end “I have just returned from adventuring deep beneath the surface of the Oerth. I have travelled twisted tunnels filled with dark hideous creatures unknown and unseen by you…”, he looks at their expectant faces, one by one, “surface dwellers.”Felix shifts in his seat and fixes his stare.“So.” says Mallaria (Barbarian 1), a stubborn looking warrior maiden with the touch of elvish about her. “Why should I care?”The question hangs in the air.This is better Felix thinks- I don’t have to trust these people; I will not trust these people.“So. I wish to return there”, his voice trails to a whisper as he leans forward inches from Mallaria’s face.“I will repeat the question, Dwarf, why… should… I… care?” Mallaria hisses back.Good, good, thinks Felix- she is strong.“I wish to gather power so that when I return… all will know my name, and it will be the last word on their lips before Moradin takes them down to his fiery furnace to make them anew.” Once again the Dwarf takes to shouting and thumping his tankard to make his point.Silence engulfs the table even the Bard has stopped his strumming, Felix leans back and folds his arms over his massive chest.Mallaria shakes her head and looks around the table and then back to the surly Dwarf- “So, is it just me, but wha…”“I think he wants us to accompany him…” all eyes, bar those of the Dwarf, turn to stare at Endrin who finds himself the centre of attention, “I mean, probably not directly. I think he wants us to go adventuring- to seek out new lives, to bravely go where…”. His left arm reaches to cradle the neck of his lyre, his right is about to sound the first note (actually the opening chord of “Going Underground” by the radical Sulean folk trio “Sticky Berry Paste”)“Enough, pansy.” Growls Mallaria, “Is he right, Dwarf?”Felix nods his head slowly so as the barbarian will understand.“Then I will go, but no man will lead me, nor <SPITS DRAMATICALLY ON THE FIRE> any Dwarf.” With that Mallaria rises and strides over to the bar. There she wipes the trail of saliva from her chin, and frizzes her tight perm for affect.“I’ll go,” Endrin scans the Dwarf’s face, “if you’ll have me?”Felix nods, and half-smiles then turns to look at the others- Bob (Ranger 1) the gangly seventeen year old quickly nods, Liandri smirks while Xeolus (Monk 1) slurps his Milk-Squiffy (non-alcoholic) and nods eagerly almost displacing his frothy moustache. The deal is done.“Meet back here- 5 A.M. tomorrow morning- bring your gear, we’re busy. Does any of you know what a Kobold is?”“Vicious”, comments Bob.“Pathetic”, adds Mallaria.“That’s as maybe… here, 5 A.M. and be ready.” And with that Felix leaves the Inn.And so the adventure begins… the road goes ever on, or so some damnable halfling once said- here follows the tale of the Wednesday Knights a shambolic gathering of misfits and loners brought alive by a shambolic gathering of… you get the idea.Dramatis PersonaeFelix, Dwarven Deep Druid (subterranean Druid) gruff and grouchy.Endrin, Human Bard a ladies man.Liandri, Elven Rogue obnoxious and generally nasty.Bob, Human Ranger young and stupid.Xealous, Human Monk very young, a crusader.Mallaria, Half-Elven Barbarian vicious and mean.Coming soon… Farmer Brown and the Kobold Potato Bandits- your spuds or your life.</blockquote>

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