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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
"Telenstil," Harold ran over to the mage, "You'd better come,
Talberth's found something."
"What has he found?" asked Telenstil.
"Those carvings... well you haven't seen them yet, but the
room we found is filled with carved pillars, they're magic, that's
what Talberth says and glow blue, he used some magic and they
glowed blue, but two glowed green." the halfling explained. He spoke
quickly till he ran out of breath.
"Slowly now... what is it that I need to see right now." Telenstil
bent down and placed his hand on the halfling's shoulder.
Harold began to speak then stopped himself, he held his breath for
a moment then exhaled in a puff. "Sorry, I have a bad feeling about this
place, I didn't like the look of those carvings."
"Hey!" a voice called to them. A bundle was being lowered down the
shaft, a pile of wood tied with rope, Ivo sat on top, one arm around the
taught line.
"Ivo." Harold called back, glad to see the gnome.
"All done up there." Ivo jumped off a few feet above the ground,
then put out his hands to stop the rocking his small leap had begun.
"Harald will be down next. A nice effect that spell, if I do say so
myself. What is wrong?" he asked looking at the expression on Harold's
face.
"Talberth has found some magic in those carvings," Harold
told him, "I'd feel better if you two looked them over."
"Ahh... I thought there would be something." Ivo said. "Talberth
too enthusiastic?"
"I've had bad experiences with magic traps." said Harold.
"Look Out Below!" a faint voice echoed down the nearby shaft.
The rope began to fall and pile up in loose coils on top of the
bundled wood.
"Harald's coming down." said Ivo. "Let's wait for him. How are the
others doing?"
"I'm fine." said Ghibelline.
"You are awake." Telenstil said to the reclining elf. "Good."
"Awake... I feel like I have returned from somewhere, but I do
not know where. Is that sleep?" he asked.
"Doesn't sound like sleeping to me." said Harold. "We should get
going."
"Patience." said Telenstil.
"Talberth might be putting his head in a dragons mouth and ours as
well." objected Harold.
Telenstil nodded. "I will go, Ivo please ask Harald to stay here.
We need to find a more defensible place to camp."
"Right now it may be better to be close to the exit then further
in." said Ivo. "Gytha asleep?" he asked.
They looked over at the cleric. She had finally lain down
and slept soundly beside the small fire. The scout Derue lay opposite,
healed and exorcised but still bound hand and foot.
"I am glad to see her sleep." said Telenstil.
"So am I but let's go." Harold said impatiently.
"I do not delay," Telenstil told him, "lead me to Talberth."
"Where is your shadow?" asked Ivo.
"What?" said Harold. "Little Rat, where did he get to. Come on!
Now I am really worried." the halfling grabbed Telenstil by the sleeve and
tugged at him to hurry.
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(To Be Continued...)