12.08.2006
A New Beginning (Long)
Okay, this is divided into sections by character. Please, all PCs should feel free to intermingle with any other PC. You now have enough options for getting cleaned up, places to stay, time to train, and even some avenues forward if so desired.
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THAKA
Thaka, you have all your ears. You don't see your horse. Is there anything you're "supposed" to be doing here? No, you specifically hated that last campaign and I have expunged that completely. You're in town. A crime-infested prison town, but a town nonetheless. Maybe you're "supposed" to escape from this town, but this town might also have enough adventures to support a campaign. Why don't you do something and find out?
Thaka, as far as you know, there was no trial. You were knocked out, and basically kept knocked out and chained up for what you can later determine to be about two weeks total, one day in the fort, two weeks on a boat. It's horribly unfair. Sure there was priest blood and Duggins blood on your weapons, but does that make you a murderer?
Onze is a small island monarchy. The King and Queen- although if rumors are true, mainly the Queen- determines the law. They're considered well and thought to be fair, but they are the rulers of the land.
Gorgos however, should have been more egalitarian, being ruled by a council consisting of the aristocracy- priests, wealthy merchants and guildsmen, and some others like that. They have a rather elaborate court system for a range of crimes and business settlements.
You didn't even get your one free phone call.
Anyway, okay, you're looking around, WI check. It's not 100% true that anything goes in this town, there seems to be a lot of 'local enforcing' going around. Metal weapons and especially armor are very rare. You see a lot of clubs, some knives, very few swords, nothing fit for a cavelier, alas. No horses neither. You cry a little inside.
This being the underground though, you do spy more than the usual number (0) of Drow, Deep Gnomes and Dwarves, and even a couple hideous goblins.
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THEODORE
Theodore, actually without seeing an expense account, you're not really sure how the guard and Slave Guild managed to keep you unconscious. Barbiturates? Cheap alcohol? Liberal head beatings? It's a mystery.
Anyway, Frank looks at you and nods thoughtfully. He looks back behind him at the Ice Cream Gnome, hands you a straightrazor, and claps you on the back. He leans against the wall to watch the show.
You flip open the straightrazor and rush out, pressing it to the vendor's throat. Yelling at him, you grab his scooper hand, make him scoop out some vanilla and taste it. Ugh, it tastes like shit! And that black little crunchy thing isn't a vanilla bean, that's for sure.
"Uh... uhhh... look, it's not like... look, I just got here, I'm trying to make a few sheckles pushing the 'Creams!" he stammers. "I work for Barnabas Frye, o-over th-there!" The gnome points to a little brick factory at the end of the cavern road.
You take a look at the place, and see a poster on the brick outside.
There's a cartoon of a happy gnome offering a few cones. A bizarre swirl of pastel lights is in the background of the poster. The place looks a little run down, and doesn't seem to be attracting much business.
The vendor gnome tells you his name is Charles LeGrand, and that he was arrested on Fairy Paradise Island on some trumped up charges, credit card fraud or something. He's been in town a week, and heard that Frye hires a few other gnomes to peddle wares for him. He only met Frye once, and the guy was pretty spooky- he seemed to be draped in smoke!
If you let him, LeGrand will go, or if you keep pressing and threatening him, he'll untie his apron and flee, leaving the cart behind to make his fortune elsewhere.
In any case, Frank has a good laugh over the sight of one gnome holding a razor to another gnome. "Aren't you bros supposed to stick together or something? Anyway, screw it, keep the blade. A fist is the only weapon a man really needs." You're not sure if Frank is actively trying to be insulting, or just being passively offensive.
"Look, this place can be fun but it's kind of a dump. If you're looking to expand yer operation, head over to the Red Rocket, there's some stuff to be done." Frank scratches his head. "Shit. See ya 'round, thug." Frank ambles off, apparently to the 'Red Rocket'.
...
DAG & KT
Dag, you and KT head into Rats and Razors. It's a filthy bar. Faint music can be heard on the... wait a sec... it's hard to hear over the racket of the conversation and bottles clinking, glass breaking, fistfights starting, babies screaming, but... no it couldn't be... yes it is in fact...
King Tut’s remix of Justin Timberlake’s Sexyback
(KT Trousersnake Potionback Re-fix)
I'm bringin' potions back
Them other PC just don’t know how to act
I think it's special, what's in your pack
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Take it to the bridge!
[Bridge]
Dirty babe
You see these shackles baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
Take it to the chorus!
[Chorus]
Come here girl, go head be gone with it
Come to the back, go head be gone with it
V.I.P.
Potions on me
Lemme see what you’re healin’ with
Look at those hips
Make me smile
Go 'head child and get your potion on
I'm bringin' potions back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
You know
I got white lo-
Tus in my sack
Because you're burning up I got to get it fast
Take it to the bridge!
Dirty babe
You see this potion baby I can dance
I'll let you drink it if you let me in your pants
Come on drink your potion, take your chance
Take it to the chorus!
Come here girl, go head be gone with it
Come to the back, go head be gone with it
V.I.P.
Pote’s on me
Lemme see what potions you got today
Look at that glaive
Make me smile
Go 'head child and get your potion on
I'm bringin' potions back
You mother fuckers watch how I attack
(CCB
Ya you know me)
Drink your potion baby as your free act
Cuz you're drinkin’ for me and that's a fact
Things are starting to look up already.
Anyway Dag, the barkeep takes one look at the two of you and cringes. You see yourselves reflected in the broken mirror above the bar- ugh, 2 hp, no stuff, and two weeks lying around in filth on a ship isn't the greatest way to prepare for a job interview.
"Heh heh, what say instead of a job, I give you two sorry sots a drink. On the house." He pours a couple straight shots of paint-thinner quality vodka and does one himself. "So what's the story," he says absently.
After hearing that both of you are of the priestly persuasion, though, he pays more attention, and refills your shot glasses.
"Huh, well mayhaps you are cut from better cloth than most of the wankers here. Tell ya what, get cleaned up, get a good night's sleep- or a few- downstairs, and I'll tell ye whatcha can do to pay me back for me hospitality." Guys, go ahead and train, and then we'll see what the barkeep has in mind.
...
KT
KT, sure enough there are some druids to be found. They run a head shop just down the street from R&R, and do good business there. Basically, they sell pot by the truckloads that they grow with druid magic. There are three of them, two hippy half-elves, brother and sister, Harold and Marian, and a human, Dr. Righteous Sun. You share a smoke, and can crash with them if you want. They'll tell you about some other druids though, a weird machinist sect working with the Mining Guild on the far side of town. "Bizarre lads, those," muses Sun. "Those brothers and sisters have strayed far from the Path of True Green." Hmm.
Go ahead and train (for you, 1d8 hp, plus a NWP, plus new spells).
...
THAKA
Thaka, you have all your ears. You don't see your horse. Is there anything you're "supposed" to be doing here? No, you specifically hated that last campaign and I have expunged that completely. You're in town. A crime-infested prison town, but a town nonetheless. Maybe you're "supposed" to escape from this town, but this town might also have enough adventures to support a campaign. Why don't you do something and find out?
Thaka, as far as you know, there was no trial. You were knocked out, and basically kept knocked out and chained up for what you can later determine to be about two weeks total, one day in the fort, two weeks on a boat. It's horribly unfair. Sure there was priest blood and Duggins blood on your weapons, but does that make you a murderer?
Onze is a small island monarchy. The King and Queen- although if rumors are true, mainly the Queen- determines the law. They're considered well and thought to be fair, but they are the rulers of the land.
Gorgos however, should have been more egalitarian, being ruled by a council consisting of the aristocracy- priests, wealthy merchants and guildsmen, and some others like that. They have a rather elaborate court system for a range of crimes and business settlements.
You didn't even get your one free phone call.
Anyway, okay, you're looking around, WI check. It's not 100% true that anything goes in this town, there seems to be a lot of 'local enforcing' going around. Metal weapons and especially armor are very rare. You see a lot of clubs, some knives, very few swords, nothing fit for a cavelier, alas. No horses neither. You cry a little inside.
This being the underground though, you do spy more than the usual number (0) of Drow, Deep Gnomes and Dwarves, and even a couple hideous goblins.
...
THEODORE
Theodore, actually without seeing an expense account, you're not really sure how the guard and Slave Guild managed to keep you unconscious. Barbiturates? Cheap alcohol? Liberal head beatings? It's a mystery.
Anyway, Frank looks at you and nods thoughtfully. He looks back behind him at the Ice Cream Gnome, hands you a straightrazor, and claps you on the back. He leans against the wall to watch the show.
You flip open the straightrazor and rush out, pressing it to the vendor's throat. Yelling at him, you grab his scooper hand, make him scoop out some vanilla and taste it. Ugh, it tastes like shit! And that black little crunchy thing isn't a vanilla bean, that's for sure.
"Uh... uhhh... look, it's not like... look, I just got here, I'm trying to make a few sheckles pushing the 'Creams!" he stammers. "I work for Barnabas Frye, o-over th-there!" The gnome points to a little brick factory at the end of the cavern road.
You take a look at the place, and see a poster on the brick outside.
Delicious Kopple Kones!
Accept No Subsatute!
Come On In 4 Your Free Sample!
Barnabas Frye, Mgr.
There's a cartoon of a happy gnome offering a few cones. A bizarre swirl of pastel lights is in the background of the poster. The place looks a little run down, and doesn't seem to be attracting much business.
The vendor gnome tells you his name is Charles LeGrand, and that he was arrested on Fairy Paradise Island on some trumped up charges, credit card fraud or something. He's been in town a week, and heard that Frye hires a few other gnomes to peddle wares for him. He only met Frye once, and the guy was pretty spooky- he seemed to be draped in smoke!
If you let him, LeGrand will go, or if you keep pressing and threatening him, he'll untie his apron and flee, leaving the cart behind to make his fortune elsewhere.
In any case, Frank has a good laugh over the sight of one gnome holding a razor to another gnome. "Aren't you bros supposed to stick together or something? Anyway, screw it, keep the blade. A fist is the only weapon a man really needs." You're not sure if Frank is actively trying to be insulting, or just being passively offensive.
"Look, this place can be fun but it's kind of a dump. If you're looking to expand yer operation, head over to the Red Rocket, there's some stuff to be done." Frank scratches his head. "Shit. See ya 'round, thug." Frank ambles off, apparently to the 'Red Rocket'.
...
DAG & KT
Dag, you and KT head into Rats and Razors. It's a filthy bar. Faint music can be heard on the... wait a sec... it's hard to hear over the racket of the conversation and bottles clinking, glass breaking, fistfights starting, babies screaming, but... no it couldn't be... yes it is in fact...
King Tut’s remix of Justin Timberlake’s Sexyback
(KT Trousersnake Potionback Re-fix)
I'm bringin' potions back
Them other PC just don’t know how to act
I think it's special, what's in your pack
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Take it to the bridge!
[Bridge]
Dirty babe
You see these shackles baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way
Take it to the chorus!
[Chorus]
Come here girl, go head be gone with it
Come to the back, go head be gone with it
V.I.P.
Potions on me
Lemme see what you’re healin’ with
Look at those hips
Make me smile
Go 'head child and get your potion on
I'm bringin' potions back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
You know
I got white lo-
Tus in my sack
Because you're burning up I got to get it fast
Take it to the bridge!
Dirty babe
You see this potion baby I can dance
I'll let you drink it if you let me in your pants
Come on drink your potion, take your chance
Take it to the chorus!
Come here girl, go head be gone with it
Come to the back, go head be gone with it
V.I.P.
Pote’s on me
Lemme see what potions you got today
Look at that glaive
Make me smile
Go 'head child and get your potion on
I'm bringin' potions back
You mother fuckers watch how I attack
(CCB
Ya you know me)
Drink your potion baby as your free act
Cuz you're drinkin’ for me and that's a fact
Things are starting to look up already.
Anyway Dag, the barkeep takes one look at the two of you and cringes. You see yourselves reflected in the broken mirror above the bar- ugh, 2 hp, no stuff, and two weeks lying around in filth on a ship isn't the greatest way to prepare for a job interview.
"Heh heh, what say instead of a job, I give you two sorry sots a drink. On the house." He pours a couple straight shots of paint-thinner quality vodka and does one himself. "So what's the story," he says absently.
After hearing that both of you are of the priestly persuasion, though, he pays more attention, and refills your shot glasses.
"Huh, well mayhaps you are cut from better cloth than most of the wankers here. Tell ya what, get cleaned up, get a good night's sleep- or a few- downstairs, and I'll tell ye whatcha can do to pay me back for me hospitality." Guys, go ahead and train, and then we'll see what the barkeep has in mind.
...
KT
KT, sure enough there are some druids to be found. They run a head shop just down the street from R&R, and do good business there. Basically, they sell pot by the truckloads that they grow with druid magic. There are three of them, two hippy half-elves, brother and sister, Harold and Marian, and a human, Dr. Righteous Sun. You share a smoke, and can crash with them if you want. They'll tell you about some other druids though, a weird machinist sect working with the Mining Guild on the far side of town. "Bizarre lads, those," muses Sun. "Those brothers and sisters have strayed far from the Path of True Green." Hmm.
Go ahead and train (for you, 1d8 hp, plus a NWP, plus new spells).
