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Back to Empire on the HPe3000
... and ...
This is a first draft of a story set in the world of Greyhawk.
It is based on a home campaign so some of the people, places and things
may be different. Any helpful comments or suggestions are very welcome.
Thanks
Jason Zavoda
"The packs are going up." Talberth said to Telenstil when the elf
returned. He was relieved both to see him come back so quick as well as
alone. "That priest!" Talberth thought to himself, he had enough of
Henri's arrogance.
"Good, you follow them." said Telenstil.
"No, it's better if you go, if they need help up there, you are
the one who will be able to do the most." Talberth told him
* * *
"It's that dratted chain!" Harald declared as he dragged it up and
untied it from the rope.
"Talberth would not leave that behind." said Gytha.
"Then he should be the one who will have to carry it." said
Harald. The ranger dropped it to the floor in disgust, then tossed the
line back down the shaft.
Gytha bent an examined the dark links. "It is heavy, but it may
provide us with a way out. My poor old mare." her voice was sad and deep.
"I shouldn't have brought her on this venture."
"Now we are on foot." Harald said. He waited for the signal from
below and leaned against the chutes wooden edge.
"Yes, that as well." Gytha let the metal link fall from her hand.
"How far can we get on foot?"
"Not far." Harald agreed. "But I came here to fight Nosnra and his
kind, I won't run."
"I am not talking of running." said Gytha slightly annoyed at the
old rangers words. "Do you doubt my courage?"
"Gytha I know you. You are not afraid to fight, and die if need
be, but you are young, you have something to return to, I have left
nothing behind, I am not worried about returning." Harald told her.
"You are unusually grim Harald. Do you seek death?" asked Gytha.
"I seek revenge, we have done little to pay the giants back for
what they have done." said Harald.
"There is more to this than Nosnra, you know that, the cold ones
are behind it all. Talberth's magic chain may be our link to them." Gytha
nudged the black iron with her foot.
"Then we would have to leave our mounts behind in any
case." Harald answered back.
"I would rather have set them free, they would have had a chance."
Gytha thought a moment. "It may take us more than one foray to satisfy
Telenstil, he still searches for something that he has not named."
"Hah, that elf...there is the signal." Harald bent to the task and
heaved at the line. "Heavy...load...again."
"At least it is not another chain." Gytha laughed. "In any case we
need to withdraw, I need some rest, I know our wizards do as well."
The ranger merely grunted in agreement. His shoulders bobbed back
and forth, the coil of rope grew behind him, he had it wrapped once about
his waist in case he lost his grip, ready to brace himself against
whatever weight was on the other end.
Gytha did not hear the little thiefs approach, the halfling ran
almost as silently as he walked.
"Trouble coming!" he gave a hoarse whispered shout, throwing his
voice across the room. "Giants!" Harold hissed.
"Harald!" Gytha called to the ranger.
"Ivo!" Harald called back. "Get...Ivo!"
* * *
(To Be Continued)