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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
"Harold! Harold!" Ivo called. "Where is our thief?" he asked the
others.
"I saw him." said Gytha. "He was attacking that giant from behind,
I saw him stab its legs." She pointed to the headless corpse. A vast body
lying on its side, the ranger standing nearby it, leaning on his sword,
the giant's head rolled several feet away, wedged beneath a kitchen
storage shelf.
"Harold." said the ranger, shaking himself, still recovering from
the rage that had overcome him. "Where is Harold."
They all began to look about the room, it took only a few moments
for Ivo to find the little thief, unconscious, a small crumpled form
soaked in the giant's gore.
Gytha ran to his side, and the ranger crowded in beside them.
"Is he all right?" asked Harald with a worried voice.
"All this blood, I don't see a wound but I can't tell if any of it
is his own." said Gytha. "He does have a lump on his head."
"Ow!' the body spoke.
"Good, maybe he has had some sense knocked into him at
last." Harald said relieved. "What was this the third or fourth giant you
have attacked since we have come to the steading, and that ogre. I thought
you were a thief not an assassin."
"Shut-up." said Harold. "Both of you, Gytha I don't mind seeing
two of you but please tell that fat old human to get out of sight. I'm
feeling sick enough already."
"Seeing double eh." said Ivo. "That is quite some lump you have
there."
"Gracious Saint, this small one has your brave spirit," Gytha
prayed. "Grant me your power and your healing strength." She laid her
hand atop his brow and cupped his injured head with her other. A green
pleasant light glowed across his wounded head, like the sun seen through
a canopy of leaves.
"I suppose I will owe your order quite a tidy sum by the time
we leave these lands." said the thief. He stretched and rubbed the back of
his head and yawned. "Can you do something about this mess?" he asked
holding up his blood covered hands.
* * *
"Up the stairs." Derue told the orcs. "Anyone who doesn't want to
come can stay behind."
"I go." said boss. "Most stay, go get others. We all go when you
come back."
"You come with me then, tell them to guard those cells. Anything
happens to my brother and they will wish the giants had found them,
understand."
"Yes." the orc nodded his head and told the others what had been
said.
* * *
"What a mess." said Harold. "Fire or no fire someone is going to
come stumbling in here and we can't hide these giants the way we could
hide that orc."
"Yes, they won't fit down that garbage chute." said Ivo.
"We need to get Talberth and Telenstil up from below." said Gytha.
"Harald, if you please, can you pull them up?" asked Ivo.
"Sure, but they better come up this time, those cursed bags and
that thrice cursed chain could have waited till the last." The ranger
unlaced the bags from the end of the line and tossed the rope back down
again, then waited for the signal from below.
* * *
(To Be Continued)