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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
"There is good mixed with the bad." said Telenstil.
Harold snorted.
"No, it is true. We came was to hurt Nosnra, and that we have
done." Telenstil. "We have done much."
"We need to do more." the ranger spoke up. "If those giants have
gone for help, and I am sure they have, we should stop them."
"They may be scouts in search of us." said Harold. "Let's
confound them, let's be gone and not let them find us."
"I don't see them as scouts, " said the ranger shaking his head,
"but I do know that they are passing by us and quick. Telenstil..."
The elf held up his hand for silence but paused for a only a
moment, looking out over the cliffs edge. "I think we have strength
enough, we will strike again. Harald, you and I will go."
"Just us?" asked the ranger.
"We will need to make haste," said Telenstil. "The others can set
off in search of a better camp while we hunt down at least one of these
giants."
"Telenstil, this is foolishness." Ivo shook his head. "We need
Harald to guide us, and these are giants, the two of you will be hard
pressed against them."
"Every moment takes them further from us." the ranger said
impatiently.
"Good." burst out the thief.
"How will you overtake them?" asked Ivo.
"That is why only Harald and I will be pursuing them." said
Telenstil. "Harald, we will be flying once again."
"Ha." the thief laughed out and looked up at the ranger. "Still
want to go chasing giants?" the ranger looked grim, but still determined.
"Then cast the spell." said Harald.
"Ivo, search out a place at least more defensible than here. Let
Harold scout ahead, he has a good eye, even in these wild lands." said
Telenstil.
"How will you find us?" Ivo asked.
"Take this." Telenstil took an amulet he wore around his neck,
green stones set in silver, shaped like an elven horse, and handed it
to the gnome. "This I can always find."
"What goes on here?" Talberth called to them. He left Gytha
and Ghibelline preparing Jalal's body to be carried in a cloak and
joined the others at the cliffs edge.
"Telenstil is running off to chase giants." the thief told him
in a disgusted tone.
"What?" Talberth exclaimed with alarm.
"It is not so dire as our thief makes it sound." laughed
Telenstil. "Harald and I will take great care and will return as soon
as may be. Talberth, keep your eye on the orcs, Ivo will lead while
I am gone, Harold, you scout ahead, ask Ghibelline to help you, but
do not let him tax himself to greatly. Now all is said, set off, find
a good camp and we will join you there."
"What!" Talberth said again.
Telenstil brought forth the orb he had used the day before, he
drew breath and blew upon its surface, quietly letting the word of power,
"Xsurjere", escape his lips. The orb began to glow, and gleaming with a
white radiance floated upon the air.
The ranger reached out and grabbed the orb, Telenstil did the
same. "Xsurjere-sublem!" he cried, and they rose into the air as if a
rope that none could see pulled them up with haste into the sky.
"Kon-istare!" Telenstil called out as the floated high above the
ledge where their companions stood. "Which way?" he asked the ranger.
Still gripping the orb with whitened fingers, his hand clenched
like a vise, and his jaw as well, Harald pointed to the north-east with
his free hand.
"Good, Vol-atel!" the elf called out and the pair took flight,
two wingless birds, their hands locked on the glowing orb, sailing
across the sky.
* * *
(To Be Continued)