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<blockquote data-quote="Mark Chance" data-source="post: 1830335" data-attributes="member: 2795"><p><strong>Zerubbabel Is in Love!</strong></p><p></p><p>Well, our adventures continue, and, my diary, I am in love! But more of that later. Let's take things in order.</p><p></p><p>Shadra, Ebon, Mupp, and I left the Suss Forest a couple of days ago. We've made our way to the North Road, which runs north to south along the Wild Coast's interior. Hiding in the forest with a swamp just on the other side of the road, we've been tracking orcish troop movements. It's amazing how quickly I got used to the sight of scores of orcs marching here and there, although I must confess the infrequent ogres are frightening. By Garl, they are huge! Even with my innate gnomish talent for avoiding giantish harm, I'd be loathe to confront one of those brutes. But back to the road-watching. To be honest, I'm much too talented a hider for the orcs to ever spot me. Mupp is pretty good at hiding too, especially once I gave him a few pointers. Unfortunately, Shadra and Ebon have fallen to some sort of swamp-fever. I pray to Garl for their health, and I do the best I can to make them comfortable. My talents as a lay healer are being put to good use.</p><p></p><p>Early morning on our second day of road-watching, Mupp spotted a trio of foot-travelers moving south along the road. They were the elfish fighter Zara - the lovely Zara! -, the elfish ranger Glyth, and a human warrior named Jax. I hope I'm spelling those elfish names correctly. My elfish is horrible. Somehow, Zara's keen, beautiful eyes managed to spot me in my hiding place. How observant she is! The meeting was tense for a bit, but Mupp and I quickly assured the travelers that we meant them no harm as long as the feeling was mutual. We moved away from the road to our camp.</p><p></p><p>And then we heard Zara's sad tale. O! my heart broke hearing her tell it. You see, Zara and her companions were part of a larger group on a rescue mission, trying to free a dwarf named Florin from the vile clutches of orcish slave traders. Her group was caught off guard by a force of orcs. Half of their number were slain. Glyth led Zara and Jax into the wilderness, evading their pursuers, and he even managed to get them ahead of the slavers, hoping to set up an ambush on the road. Zara explained that they have a man inside the caravan, a half-orc named Grunk whom Jax bribed over a round of ales at a roadhouse some days previous, which is also how Zara learned about the caravan's route toward the Pomarj.</p><p></p><p>As Garl would have it, Zara's path crossed ours, and who am I to argue against fate? Mupp and I agreed to help Zara rescue the dwarf. I feigned interest in the reward, but, to be honest, I couldn't have denied assisting Zara.</p><p></p><p>She is an angel! Is it foolish for a gnome to love an elf? Cherkee Vodo, that great gnome poet, says, "Love makes us into noble fools." Mupp, of course, was leering at her like a slavering puppy hungering after a meaty bone, but he knows better. Surely his repulsive behavior is for my benefit. Mupp is no fool, and he has absented himself from the contest for Zara's love in a way that not only increases the odds of my success but also serves to highlight my natural charms. A rose surrounded by weeds looks all the more beautiful, after all. O!, if only Zara would pick me!</p><p></p><p>We set up the ambush. Zara, Glyth, and Jax took positions about forty or so feet south from Mupp and me. The idea was to catch the caravan between these two hands and crush them. The waiting seemed interminable, made tense once by a trio of passing ogres. Thank Garl they didn't spot that clumsy human Jax. About an hour later, in the dead of night, the orcs arrived.</p><p></p><p>There are six of them plus one vicious-looking war dog them guarding the mule-drawn cage holding the trussed up Florin. I cursed silently that there were two half-orcs present! How was I to know which half-orc was Grunk, our supposed ally? I also noticed one of the orcs bearing the vile symbol of Gruumsh, surely meaning he was a cleric of that wretched deity. All four orcs and both half-orcs were heavily armed and armored. These were not like the skirmishers we faced when helping those farmers to safety.</p><p></p><p>Zara started the attack, firing an arrow at the lead orc. Its cursed chain shirt took most of the impact. Glyth fired next. I've often heard stories about elfish prowess with the bow, but seeing is believing. Glyth fires twice as fast as Zara, and with greater accuracy, but even still the lead orc remained alive. I moved forward a bit and let fly a sling stone at the cleric. If I catch an orc off its guard, I can strike with deadly precision, but I misjudged the distance. The stone glanced off the cleric's helmet, and I doubt even its ears were set to ringing too much. The orcish cleric moved a bit toward one of the orcs and began casting a spell. Mupp fired his crossbow, striking the cleric a solid jab that disrupted its spellcasting.</p><p></p><p>And then the fight was on! How many battles must I be in before the fear, even terror, passes? Does it ever pass? Do even hardened warriors secretly shake inside whenever they draw steel? One of the orcs was an archer, and it returned fire at Zara while the other lead orc charged their position, screaming loud enough to wake the dead. I instantly regretted leaving hiding. The war dog, one half-orc, and another orc charged me! Me! A lone gnome armed with a sling! I must present a fearsomeness I didn't know I possessed to attract such attention. The only good thing was the I was pretty sure it was the other half-orc who was our double-star up the sleeve.</p><p></p><p>The dog caught hold of my sword arm, twisting it badly before I could get free. The orc caught me with a glancing blow off my left shoulder that numbed my arm and side all the way to the hip. Praise Garl that I was able to slip away from the half-orc's longsword, or I'd have been split from head to navel for sure. For my part, I withdrew back past Mupp's position, using the undergrowth to confuse my attackers and slip into a hollow behind a tree. I heard fighting, but couldn't see anything at this point, but I bought myself enough time to call the healing power of Garl into my wounds.</p><p></p><p>With most of the damage healed, I drew my rapier and emerged from hiding. Mupp was now surrounded by the orc, half-orc, and war dog. The fight between Zara and Jax and two orcs appeared desperate. Jax was obviously sorely injured. Glyth's arrows whistled through the air, knocking a few links of the orc cleric's chainmail. Seeing that bold leadership was needed, I charged, bellowing, "Cheeble!", hoping that the name of that great gnome general would strike fear into our enemies' hearts. My rapier point cut a gash in the orc fighting with Mupp.</p><p></p><p>Then, horror of horrors!, Jax went down under an orcish axe, and then the orc archer fired an arrow into him! What beasts are these that would prefer to attack a downed foe rather than one of us still up and fighting! I could also see the awkwardness in Zara's steps. My love was also badly injured, and I was too far away to assist her. Besides, doing so would mean abandoning my brother. Who could make such a choice? I yelled for Zara to come to our side. That way, I could fight to protect both her and Mupp.</p><p></p><p>Finally, the turncoat Grunk took action, catching the cleric from behind with its (his?) longspear. The howl of surprise and pain was most satisfying. Zara heeded my instructions and raced to Mupp and me. Even wounded, she moves like a gazelle. What grace! My bold charge may not have demoralized the orcs, but obviously it inspired my allies, for Zara charged the same orc I did. Thank Garl the woods in this area aren't too thick.</p><p></p><p>Did I mention Zara also uses a rapier? My weapon of choice in the hands of the most heavenly creature I've ever seen. Can this be mere coincidence? Of course not!</p><p></p><p>Glyth's arrows continued to harass our foes. The orc who downed Jax retreated to aid the cleric against Grunk. Mupp, Zara, and I slashed another orc to the ground. Finally, the tide had turned. My charge was having its desired effect after all. Grunk was embattled by the cleric and orc. Mupp and Zara killed the war dog, and the other half-orc withdrew toward its allies. By this time, Glyth and the orc archer were exchanging arrow fire. They stood nearly in the open a mere twenty or so feet from each other and simply fired, but Glyth soon had the better of that exchange.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, the rest of the fight had moved to the road. Grunk faced the cleric, an orc (who was apparently the cleric's guard), the other half-orc, and an insanely enraged orc. While Grunk appeared horribly fierce, those odds were too great, and so I led another charge. What bravado! Cherkee was right. A noble fool indeed! Zara and Mupp followed close behind me, and soon the fight against Grunk was four on four. I took a nasty jab to the hip, and felt the sword tip strike bone. Garl! What pain! I nearly shattered a tooth clenching my jaw to not cry out. In the next instant, Grunk succumbed to his wounds. Would we lose two allies so quickly?</p><p></p><p>One of the orcs tried to slip around behind Mupp, but let its guard down. Using a move I taught him, Mupp spun and launched an upward jab that slipped under the orc's chain shirt and deep into his entrails. The orc was dead before it hit the ground. After that, the battle was all ours. The cleric fell next, then the other half-orc. Glyth shot an arrow through the orc archer's throat.</p><p></p><p>I tended to our wounds as best I could, managing to save Grunk's life in the process. Jax was quite dead. I also picked the lock on the cage, even though Mupp had taken the keys from the cleric's body. Who needs keys? I can get into Father's liquor cabinet without a key; an orcish lock is child's play. Florin was somewhat worse for wear, but not too badly wounded by rough treatment. We broke camp as quickly as possible, having stripped the orcs of their gear and throwing the bodies into the swamp. I destroyed that detestible symbol of Gruumsh. We loaded gear into the cage and took it along with our own cart, and began the trip back to Gyrax.</p><p></p><p>Along the way, we met those lizard folk again. This time, they didn't attack us. I negotiated a toll with them, and we gave them three of the shields we took from the orcs. They don't seem to be a bad sort at all. If we pass back through there, I really should bring some more appropriate gifts. Allies are always useful.</p><p></p><p>We had one major scare on the way back. Zara woke me on her guard shift and said she heard something big moving through the trees. How she could hear anything over the Suss's infernal bug noises is a miracle. Since I am quite stealthy, I snuck off to investigate, and found a lone monster the likes of which I'd never seen. It was huge, at least the size of an ogre, with long, rubbery limbs and a green, bumpy hide. By the way it sniffed the the air, I feared it my catch my scent, so I slowly moved back to camp. When I described the monster, Mupp said it sounded like a troll to him. Imagine that! A troll! If it had been closer to sunrise, I'd have felt braver, because everyone knows trolls turn into toads when sunlight touches them.</p><p></p><p>Eventually, we made it back to the road to Gyrax. We were attacked by two creatures that resembled, of all things, demonic chickens. Zara says they were cockatrices, the peck of which can turn flesh to stone. I collected some of their blood after we had slain them, thanks largely to Grunk, who had recovered from his wounds by this time. I'm a bit of an alchemist, and I recalled that cockatrice blood has some alchemical uses, but I couldn't quite recall for what.</p><p></p><p>In Gyrax, we sold our loot, getting a reasonable fair price thanks to Mupp's negotiating skills. We also collected the reward of 500 gold pieces for Florin's safe return. While that was being done, I found the local alchemist and sold him the cockatrice blood for 750 gold pieces! Garl will forgive me for not sharing with the others. Of course, that isn't quite true. I did share some. I forget to mention we had taken two magical potions off the orc cleric. I paid to have the alchemist identify them for us. One is of cure light wounds and the other is a magical toxin. Both will come in handy. I also purchased some more alchemist fire, another tanglefoot bag, and two more potions of cure light wounds.</p><p></p><p>Later in the day, I purchased a score of masterwork arrows for Zara. My purse is nearly empty again, but the delight in her wonderful eyes when I presented the gift to her were worth every copper. Soon, Zara will see that I am more noble than fool. Well, my diary, that is all for now. We do have another assignment, but I'll write about that later, and Zara and Glyth have agreed to join our merry band. Grunk says he'll be staying in Gyrax for the time being. Perhaps we'll meet him again. Only Garl knows for sure.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mark Chance, post: 1830335, member: 2795"] [b]Zerubbabel Is in Love![/b] Well, our adventures continue, and, my diary, I am in love! But more of that later. Let's take things in order. Shadra, Ebon, Mupp, and I left the Suss Forest a couple of days ago. We've made our way to the North Road, which runs north to south along the Wild Coast's interior. Hiding in the forest with a swamp just on the other side of the road, we've been tracking orcish troop movements. It's amazing how quickly I got used to the sight of scores of orcs marching here and there, although I must confess the infrequent ogres are frightening. By Garl, they are huge! Even with my innate gnomish talent for avoiding giantish harm, I'd be loathe to confront one of those brutes. But back to the road-watching. To be honest, I'm much too talented a hider for the orcs to ever spot me. Mupp is pretty good at hiding too, especially once I gave him a few pointers. Unfortunately, Shadra and Ebon have fallen to some sort of swamp-fever. I pray to Garl for their health, and I do the best I can to make them comfortable. My talents as a lay healer are being put to good use. Early morning on our second day of road-watching, Mupp spotted a trio of foot-travelers moving south along the road. They were the elfish fighter Zara - the lovely Zara! -, the elfish ranger Glyth, and a human warrior named Jax. I hope I'm spelling those elfish names correctly. My elfish is horrible. Somehow, Zara's keen, beautiful eyes managed to spot me in my hiding place. How observant she is! The meeting was tense for a bit, but Mupp and I quickly assured the travelers that we meant them no harm as long as the feeling was mutual. We moved away from the road to our camp. And then we heard Zara's sad tale. O! my heart broke hearing her tell it. You see, Zara and her companions were part of a larger group on a rescue mission, trying to free a dwarf named Florin from the vile clutches of orcish slave traders. Her group was caught off guard by a force of orcs. Half of their number were slain. Glyth led Zara and Jax into the wilderness, evading their pursuers, and he even managed to get them ahead of the slavers, hoping to set up an ambush on the road. Zara explained that they have a man inside the caravan, a half-orc named Grunk whom Jax bribed over a round of ales at a roadhouse some days previous, which is also how Zara learned about the caravan's route toward the Pomarj. As Garl would have it, Zara's path crossed ours, and who am I to argue against fate? Mupp and I agreed to help Zara rescue the dwarf. I feigned interest in the reward, but, to be honest, I couldn't have denied assisting Zara. She is an angel! Is it foolish for a gnome to love an elf? Cherkee Vodo, that great gnome poet, says, "Love makes us into noble fools." Mupp, of course, was leering at her like a slavering puppy hungering after a meaty bone, but he knows better. Surely his repulsive behavior is for my benefit. Mupp is no fool, and he has absented himself from the contest for Zara's love in a way that not only increases the odds of my success but also serves to highlight my natural charms. A rose surrounded by weeds looks all the more beautiful, after all. O!, if only Zara would pick me! We set up the ambush. Zara, Glyth, and Jax took positions about forty or so feet south from Mupp and me. The idea was to catch the caravan between these two hands and crush them. The waiting seemed interminable, made tense once by a trio of passing ogres. Thank Garl they didn't spot that clumsy human Jax. About an hour later, in the dead of night, the orcs arrived. There are six of them plus one vicious-looking war dog them guarding the mule-drawn cage holding the trussed up Florin. I cursed silently that there were two half-orcs present! How was I to know which half-orc was Grunk, our supposed ally? I also noticed one of the orcs bearing the vile symbol of Gruumsh, surely meaning he was a cleric of that wretched deity. All four orcs and both half-orcs were heavily armed and armored. These were not like the skirmishers we faced when helping those farmers to safety. Zara started the attack, firing an arrow at the lead orc. Its cursed chain shirt took most of the impact. Glyth fired next. I've often heard stories about elfish prowess with the bow, but seeing is believing. Glyth fires twice as fast as Zara, and with greater accuracy, but even still the lead orc remained alive. I moved forward a bit and let fly a sling stone at the cleric. If I catch an orc off its guard, I can strike with deadly precision, but I misjudged the distance. The stone glanced off the cleric's helmet, and I doubt even its ears were set to ringing too much. The orcish cleric moved a bit toward one of the orcs and began casting a spell. Mupp fired his crossbow, striking the cleric a solid jab that disrupted its spellcasting. And then the fight was on! How many battles must I be in before the fear, even terror, passes? Does it ever pass? Do even hardened warriors secretly shake inside whenever they draw steel? One of the orcs was an archer, and it returned fire at Zara while the other lead orc charged their position, screaming loud enough to wake the dead. I instantly regretted leaving hiding. The war dog, one half-orc, and another orc charged me! Me! A lone gnome armed with a sling! I must present a fearsomeness I didn't know I possessed to attract such attention. The only good thing was the I was pretty sure it was the other half-orc who was our double-star up the sleeve. The dog caught hold of my sword arm, twisting it badly before I could get free. The orc caught me with a glancing blow off my left shoulder that numbed my arm and side all the way to the hip. Praise Garl that I was able to slip away from the half-orc's longsword, or I'd have been split from head to navel for sure. For my part, I withdrew back past Mupp's position, using the undergrowth to confuse my attackers and slip into a hollow behind a tree. I heard fighting, but couldn't see anything at this point, but I bought myself enough time to call the healing power of Garl into my wounds. With most of the damage healed, I drew my rapier and emerged from hiding. Mupp was now surrounded by the orc, half-orc, and war dog. The fight between Zara and Jax and two orcs appeared desperate. Jax was obviously sorely injured. Glyth's arrows whistled through the air, knocking a few links of the orc cleric's chainmail. Seeing that bold leadership was needed, I charged, bellowing, "Cheeble!", hoping that the name of that great gnome general would strike fear into our enemies' hearts. My rapier point cut a gash in the orc fighting with Mupp. Then, horror of horrors!, Jax went down under an orcish axe, and then the orc archer fired an arrow into him! What beasts are these that would prefer to attack a downed foe rather than one of us still up and fighting! I could also see the awkwardness in Zara's steps. My love was also badly injured, and I was too far away to assist her. Besides, doing so would mean abandoning my brother. Who could make such a choice? I yelled for Zara to come to our side. That way, I could fight to protect both her and Mupp. Finally, the turncoat Grunk took action, catching the cleric from behind with its (his?) longspear. The howl of surprise and pain was most satisfying. Zara heeded my instructions and raced to Mupp and me. Even wounded, she moves like a gazelle. What grace! My bold charge may not have demoralized the orcs, but obviously it inspired my allies, for Zara charged the same orc I did. Thank Garl the woods in this area aren't too thick. Did I mention Zara also uses a rapier? My weapon of choice in the hands of the most heavenly creature I've ever seen. Can this be mere coincidence? Of course not! Glyth's arrows continued to harass our foes. The orc who downed Jax retreated to aid the cleric against Grunk. Mupp, Zara, and I slashed another orc to the ground. Finally, the tide had turned. My charge was having its desired effect after all. Grunk was embattled by the cleric and orc. Mupp and Zara killed the war dog, and the other half-orc withdrew toward its allies. By this time, Glyth and the orc archer were exchanging arrow fire. They stood nearly in the open a mere twenty or so feet from each other and simply fired, but Glyth soon had the better of that exchange. Meanwhile, the rest of the fight had moved to the road. Grunk faced the cleric, an orc (who was apparently the cleric's guard), the other half-orc, and an insanely enraged orc. While Grunk appeared horribly fierce, those odds were too great, and so I led another charge. What bravado! Cherkee was right. A noble fool indeed! Zara and Mupp followed close behind me, and soon the fight against Grunk was four on four. I took a nasty jab to the hip, and felt the sword tip strike bone. Garl! What pain! I nearly shattered a tooth clenching my jaw to not cry out. In the next instant, Grunk succumbed to his wounds. Would we lose two allies so quickly? One of the orcs tried to slip around behind Mupp, but let its guard down. Using a move I taught him, Mupp spun and launched an upward jab that slipped under the orc's chain shirt and deep into his entrails. The orc was dead before it hit the ground. After that, the battle was all ours. The cleric fell next, then the other half-orc. Glyth shot an arrow through the orc archer's throat. I tended to our wounds as best I could, managing to save Grunk's life in the process. Jax was quite dead. I also picked the lock on the cage, even though Mupp had taken the keys from the cleric's body. Who needs keys? I can get into Father's liquor cabinet without a key; an orcish lock is child's play. Florin was somewhat worse for wear, but not too badly wounded by rough treatment. We broke camp as quickly as possible, having stripped the orcs of their gear and throwing the bodies into the swamp. I destroyed that detestible symbol of Gruumsh. We loaded gear into the cage and took it along with our own cart, and began the trip back to Gyrax. Along the way, we met those lizard folk again. This time, they didn't attack us. I negotiated a toll with them, and we gave them three of the shields we took from the orcs. They don't seem to be a bad sort at all. If we pass back through there, I really should bring some more appropriate gifts. Allies are always useful. We had one major scare on the way back. Zara woke me on her guard shift and said she heard something big moving through the trees. How she could hear anything over the Suss's infernal bug noises is a miracle. Since I am quite stealthy, I snuck off to investigate, and found a lone monster the likes of which I'd never seen. It was huge, at least the size of an ogre, with long, rubbery limbs and a green, bumpy hide. By the way it sniffed the the air, I feared it my catch my scent, so I slowly moved back to camp. When I described the monster, Mupp said it sounded like a troll to him. Imagine that! A troll! If it had been closer to sunrise, I'd have felt braver, because everyone knows trolls turn into toads when sunlight touches them. Eventually, we made it back to the road to Gyrax. We were attacked by two creatures that resembled, of all things, demonic chickens. Zara says they were cockatrices, the peck of which can turn flesh to stone. I collected some of their blood after we had slain them, thanks largely to Grunk, who had recovered from his wounds by this time. I'm a bit of an alchemist, and I recalled that cockatrice blood has some alchemical uses, but I couldn't quite recall for what. In Gyrax, we sold our loot, getting a reasonable fair price thanks to Mupp's negotiating skills. We also collected the reward of 500 gold pieces for Florin's safe return. While that was being done, I found the local alchemist and sold him the cockatrice blood for 750 gold pieces! Garl will forgive me for not sharing with the others. Of course, that isn't quite true. I did share some. I forget to mention we had taken two magical potions off the orc cleric. I paid to have the alchemist identify them for us. One is of cure light wounds and the other is a magical toxin. Both will come in handy. I also purchased some more alchemist fire, another tanglefoot bag, and two more potions of cure light wounds. Later in the day, I purchased a score of masterwork arrows for Zara. My purse is nearly empty again, but the delight in her wonderful eyes when I presented the gift to her were worth every copper. Soon, Zara will see that I am more noble than fool. Well, my diary, that is all for now. We do have another assignment, but I'll write about that later, and Zara and Glyth have agreed to join our merry band. Grunk says he'll be staying in Gyrax for the time being. Perhaps we'll meet him again. Only Garl knows for sure. [/QUOTE]
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