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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 1322110" data-attributes="member: 16069">The Wednesday KnightsSESSION III- Part 2.Woodnesday 5th Jankers 2000Year of the DarkGetch ya filthy stinkin’ hands off my frogs, boy.Dramatis PersonaeBob Human Ranger 1Xeolus Human Monk 1Endrin Human Bard 1Liandri Elven Rogue 1Early the next day in the Birchwhistle Inn supping a quiet beer Liandri looks down at his meagre pile of coppers and silvers on the bar counter, then over at the larger pile being counted by Xeolus the youth of 16 summers, with his milksop smile and bum-fluff moustache. Xeolus smiles at him and then for good measure waves- the two are less then 5 feet apart, Xeolus’ happiness is infectious like a disease.Then next sound is a whistle like a whisper and the coins are gone and instead a like number of small frogs appear on the bar top- there are sudden cries elsewhere in the bar as several other patrons make similar discoveries. Xeolus quickly steps back from the bar-“The work of the Devil.”All of Xeolus' frogs hop off the counter. Liandri quickly scoops his own into a sack and heads off on a treasure hunt of sorts. Confusion ensues with Xeolus chasing a single copper coloured frog around the bar, all the time timidly billing and cooing hoping the frog will jump into his cupped hands. Liandri employs a less subtle approach-“STOMp…STOMp…STOMp STOMp.”Fifteen minutes later the bar patrons have caught all the frogs and are forging their way out of the Birchwhistle, it seems a Town meeting has suddenly been called. In the bar Xeolus carefully cleans the few frogs that he has collected, wiping each with a hanky before offering them a peanut and then placing them in his pouch. Liandri meanwhile is doing a fair impression of the chest-burster from Alien, except from all angles. Frogs leap from a myriad of pockets, pouches, sacks, socks, shoes and also from his hat. He grins foolishly-“Give over that tickles.”His pockets hold flattened frogs and the slivers of the same- he seems to have inadvertently invented folding money. The Rogue started with around 20 coins of various denominations and now possess’ over a hundred dead or partially alive frogs.The two head out of the bar and follow the crowd to the cottage of Birinth the local seer, wizard and chip shop owner (only kidding), a dozen or so of the villagers alternatively clasp their pockets and bang at the door. From inside a complex game of leapfrog can be heard. Eventually after much shouting the grizzled wizard opens the door.“I know…”“fucfrogWHATyoudamnmonkeyArghWhat’stobedoneWhyIoughtaFROGS”  “I know… I know… I know. NOW SHUT UP!”The crowd silences.“The Magic Bowl has been taken…”Collective in drawing of breath.Birinth spots Endrin at the front of the crowd, the Bard is always the first on the scene- he grabs him by his arm and pulls him into the cottage indicating to the other members of the party that they should enter too.Birinth then by gesture silences the grumbling crowd.“The bowl is gone- we must find out where, Captain Jarrek will you please also enter- I suggest we send these hardy adventurers to rescue the bowl, and thereby save the village, for without the Super Bowl we are lost.”Birinth turns back into the kitchen of his cottage, in which the group stands, open mouthed- “no pressure lads, no pressure”, and winks at them.Captain Jarrek enters and the sounds of the crowd outside slowly fades as they wander off to see what is going to happen next.The adults talk and tell the story of the bowl- of how the village has made its money, quite literally, for years. The bowls’ ability to turn counters carved of the same wood as the bowl into copper, silver or gold coins- or as it now seems, anything else that is placed within the bowl. Amberdale had used the bowl extensively at first, under Birinth’s instruction, to pay for the labourers hired to create the walls of the Town. The Bowl had also paid for the Guard and allowed the Town to set such a low rate of taxes that Guildsmen, Merchants, Craftsmen and Labourers had all flocked to the area. But now the Bowl is missing and it is up to the party with the help of Captain Jarrek to see it returned. However Jarrek will be short of men as Birinth is about to explain.“Captain Jarrek, I would like you to mount a 24-hour guard on the area just down from the Mill Pond, and further more to tell the citizens of Amberdale to avoid the area under penalty of arrest.”“Very good, sir- could you tell me why?”“Tadpoles, Captain Jarrek. Tadpoles.”With that Jarrek stamps on the floor a few times in a pretty pattern and makes an orderly retreat. Birinth roots around in a desk draw, eventually locating a 6 inch long gnarled twig- “here take this”, to Endrin. “It’s a wand of Detect Magic- it’s got plenty of charges. House to house, street by street- it’s going to be a long day. I want you to check everywhere for the Bowl, it must be found.”The party head off into the Town- there follows several hours of the Party going from heroes to zeroes, basically pissing off the natives- “What’s under that cushion, check under that cushion Endrin?"“It’s a ball of wool Liandri.”“Wool aye. You got a license for this.”Mid way through the afternoon the party head back to Birinth’s none the wiser, Xeolus is on the case however.“Do you have an apprentice, Mr. Birinth?”“Yes, yes I do as a matter of fact. Why?”“Where was he or she on the night of the murder in question?”“What murder, nobodies been murdered?”“I put it you Mr. Birinth that it was you that killed little Tommy- witness’ have confirmed that we are looking for a man with a pointy hat either that or… a pointy… err… head?”“Oh I see what you mean- you’re suggesting that one of the disgruntled villagers that auditioned for the vacancy of Wizards Apprentice, and failed to get the gig, must have come back and stolen the Bowl. Very clever Mr. Xeolus, very clever.”“Yes… aren’t I.” He puffs his sparrow chest out.“So all you have to do”, Birinth continues, “is to track down the failed apprentices- ingenious, I take my hat off to you.”“Look, LOOK, the pointy head it was him…”Some time rather than now (later) the party accuses two burly young farm labourers of having stolen the Bowl and are attacked in the street (can be painful) by the farmers boys Mum. Bob is told that his ‘father will here about this’ and Endrin ends up with a black eye. The Oerth turns slowly on its axis- nobody of note falls off.At the end of the day there is only one name left on the list of possibly jealous apprentices- Billy Purbeck of Purbeck Farm, famous locally for being the only Purbeck to “learn his letters.”Late afternoon and the group have travelled most of the way to the Purbeck Farm, they take the fork off the main Travensford road only to see a little way down the track, at the bridge, a group of three four-foot tall ugly humanoids, “Goblins” hisses Liandri, Bob nods. The creatures are wazzing (urinating) over the side of the bridge and giggling furiously. The party cautiously approaches, the Goblins spot them and quickly shuck up their pants and shuffle to the centre of the bridge. They form a short wall of spears, the most ferocious looking of them edges forward. “A Dollar or die.” The creature spits over his own shoulder and attempts to wipe away the saliva trail while retaining a cold hard killer look (DC 40 Bluff- failed).  Needless to say a fight ensues, someone pushes Liandri, Liandri stabs them through the face, you know the usual “I was provoked”, approach. The fight is made more interesting when two much larger vicious looking (Hob)Goblins emerge from their hiding places beneath the bridge- the group however is more than a match for them and the creatures are slaughtered- one tries to escape to Purbeck Farm but is brought down by Bob’s bow."Something's up at the Farm."The entire group look at Bob who now points toward the farm house."Ya think?"Liandri and Xeolus take the long route to the farm, taking advantage of ditches and hedges to arrive there unmolested and unseen. Bob chooses to hang back awhile- bow ready, Endrin undoes any good work by choosing to charge at the farmhouse screaming (to this day we’re still not sure why- he may have been drunk). From the building emerge (at pace) about 12-15 figures mainly Goblins but including three Hobgoblins- melee is joined. Endrin launches into the fight singing an inspiring little number “you’re going home in the back of an ambulance.” Liandri and Xeolus emerge from their hiding places and join the fray, backstabbing and kick-boxing there way through the creatures. Bob is a killing machine however, each round he draws his bow aims and fires, and each round another Goblin bites the dirt- he never misses. Soon the creatures are fleeing, scattered they head for the woods the whistle of Bob’s arrows of death still fresh in their ears. A thorough investigation of the now almost ruined farm uncovers Farmer Purbeck- Billy Purbeck’s father tied up in the root cellar (popular places), he is unconscious and looks to have been beaten. There’s no sign of the Super Bowl, or Billy for that matter. The group return him to town where Brother Mendel, Priest of Pelor, does his best to heal his wounds.The above was cobbled together from “A Quick Look”, a very short scenario available as a free download and written by D.A. Walsh, god bless you Mr. Walsh. The scenario in all its glory (4 pages) can be downloaded from <a href="http://www.3rdedition.org" target="_blank">www.3rdedition.org</a> who, I know, are great cat lovers.An hour or so later Birinth returns to the party with news that “Billy Purbeck is missing, his father doesn’t know where he is. The Goblins attacked the farm and tortured him- they were also looking for the Bowl. Also, of note, Mr. Purbeck caught Billy talking to a Toad last week.“ Birinth looks at each of you expectantly, however it is Captain Jarrek that is first to speak, he helpfully describes this latest piece of news as, “not normal talking to a Toad, strange. Saving present company.” He looks at Birinth who has a worried looking Lemming (his familiar) on his shoulder, the creature morbidly stares at the ground.Birinth politely asks the Captain to leave and then ushers the party into his office “where I will summon the spirits to see where on Oerth the Bowl lies.”“Couldn’t you have just done that before?” Endrin asks.And so endeth the SESSION that is numbered 3.Next time Arse a friend in need.</blockquote>

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