under the hill chapter three: lock and load, part 4
Session Start: Thu Sep 21 20:10:11 2006
*** Now talking in #greyhawk
*** Jared has joined #greyhawk
*** CrazyJack has joined
<CrazyJack> howdy all
<Jared> Hi, Scott!
<CrazyJack> how goes?
<Jared> John's afk a
sec. I'm typing slowly cuz I
sliced my left thumb and have a huge bandage on it.
<DM> Good evening!
<Jared> Great! And you?
<CrazyJack> ouch.. how
did you do that?
<CrazyJack> thx for the
pic john, you're right, i look
too happy to be a barbarian.. hehe
<Jared> cutting a tomato!
<CrazyJack> attack of
the killer tomatoes!
<Jared> A barbarian that
has everything would be
<CrazyJack> well i
suppose if he had enough to plunder
<Jared> It was just rare
that they got everything
arranged just right, so they didn't often smile. Or they had no teeth.
<DM> Scott, what is best
<CrazyJack> what do you
<Jared> "Crush your
<Jared> "See them driven
<Jared> "And hear the
lamentation of the
<DM> There will be a
<Jared> (From Conan the
Barbarian, when he is asked
what is good in life.)
<CrazyJack> lol.. i
havent seen conan in years and
<DM> And when Crom asks
you about the Riddle of Steel,
what will you answer?
<Jared> Oh, he will
laugh at me and cast me out of Valhalla!
<CrazyJack> run like hell
<DM> Work on it.
<Jared> Or I could
always say, "Flesh. Flesh is
stronger than steel."
<DM> I love that movie,
as lousy as it is.
* Jared has watched Conan as
many times as John has watched
The Wrath of Khan.
<CrazyJack> i will have
to brush up on it before next
<DM> Flesh is NOT
stronger than steel. Didn't you see the end of the movie?
<Jared> "But what is
steel, compared to the hand
that wields it?"
<Jared> I have written
more lines of code to that
soundtrack than anything else.
<DM> You know, that's
what Thulsa Doom said...about an
hour before Conan cut him open with a sword.
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<Jared> Hi, Gina!
<Dania> Hello. Already
got the boys to bed! Yay!
<Jared> Well, I thought
ol' James Earl was right.
<Jared> James Earl made
a pretty convincing argument
that flesh was stronger than steel, or so I thought.
<CrazyJack> hiya gina
<DM> He was right that
flesh is strong...but Conan
found his own answer, and was just a bit stronger.
<DM> Good evening, Gina.
<Jared> Maybe Conan's
answer is that you need flesh
AND steel to cut off the bad guy's head.
<Jared> And a brain.
<DM> We're tutoring
Scott through Barbarian 101.
<Dania> Ah....I see. <CrazyJack> yes i am
<Jared> Remedial Conan
is the first lesson.
<Jared> He was a darn
good barbarian at Dragon*Con.
<Dania> I bet he was. <DM> Ah, but Conan was a
Hyborian Age Renaissance man.
<Dania> DId he wear a
<Jared> He had real
bones tied to his costume, even.
<Dania> Cool. <Jared> No, he was more
of a cold weather barbarian, I
<Dania> Ah....and the
<Jared> I was afraid to
<CrazyJack> i would have
been more authentic if debi
had let me drag her around by her hair tho.. cant figure why she
wouldnt go for
<Dania> Ah, I
understand. <DM> I think he was one
of those laid-back barbarians,
from the land of parrots where only the drinks are frozen.
<Dania> ooooh, frozen
<Jared> That's why,
then. Those barbarians aren't into
the hair-dragging thing, maybe.
<CrazyJack> yes a jimmy
<Dania> Actually, when I
was in Toronto with my friend Kisten, we had a
of wine one night and then some really strong irish coffee and I was
for the first time in many years....it was fun. <DM> You went just in
time, I guess.
<Dania> our husbands
thought that we were plotting
against them. <CrazyJack> lol
<Dania> We so were not!
<CrazyJack> of course
you were.. admit it
<Dania> Ok, maybe a
little. <Dania> But they totally
deserve it. <CrazyJack> hehe
<Jared> Gina, have you
tried Avon FanLit?
<Jared> It's a weekly
writing round robin, voted on by
the community. Highly addictive.
<Dania> Oh, I'll have to
take a look. <Dania> In my spare
<Jared> If you can write
a 1,500-word scene, you have
an entry! (That's about 6 pages, double-spaced, Courier.)
<Jared> I wrote a
science fiction time travel and a
plain Regency. The genre's Regency, but that didn't stop a lot of
getting really creative with it.
<Jared> One of my
friends submitted a Regency Star
Trek story that everyone ADORED.
<Dania> Regency Star
Trek....now there's an underused
<Jared> Tomorrow we find
out what the next chapter's
<Jared> It was
wonderful. She had Spock's way of
speaking just right.
<DM> Melissa had said
she might be a few minutes late.
<DM> I'll remind you
guys now that I'm giving you
twelve more character points. Don't
worry about them now, but before we play next, go ahead and buff up
<Jared> Sorry if I'm a
little slow or quiet tonight --
this bandage on my thumb is majorly in my way.
<Jared> (cut my thumb on
a tomato earlier, Gina)
<Dania> Ow. <Dania> Aren't tomatoes
round? <Dania> with no pointy
<Jared> hmm...you do
have a point
<Jared> there was a
disagreement, and things got ugly
<DM> *Ninja* tomatoes.
<Jared> and it used my
own weapon against me
<DM> Flesh: stronger
than steel, but softer than
has joined #greyhawk
<CrazyJack> hiya melissa
<Jared> Hi, Melissa!
<DM> (and Melissa, I just reminded everyone that y'all
get twelve character points to spend before we next meet.)
<DM> We start with a little flashback...
<DM> April, 192
<DM> The smithy of Master Erik
*** MasterErik has joined #greyhawk
<DM> Master Erik sits at a table with Jared, by
candlelight.Erik is putting his
signature to some important paper.There
is a bottle of wine on the rough wooden table, and a mug.
<MasterErik> “Gimme a minute.Dot
* MasterErik looks up at Jared, squinting in the low light.
The afternoon heat is fading as he pushes the paper across the table.
<MasterErik> “I've called you 'boy' for the last time,
* MasterErik shakes his head.
<MasterErik> “And you need not call me master.”
* MasterErik reaches his right hand across the table.
<MasterErik> “You are Jared, Journeyman smith.”
* Jared shakes his hand, awed.
<Jared> “Thank you, Mas--. Umm...what do I call you,
<MasterErik> “Erik will do.Just
don't let the other 'prentices pick up
* Jared smothers a laugh.
* MasterErik reaches for the bottle of wine next to him.
<Jared> “Thank you, Erik. 'Tis an honor. I had not
thought it would come so soon. I hoped, of course, but...”
* MasterErik clears his throat.
<MasterErik> “Since man put hammer and tongs to iron,
the master has taken the 'prentice and taught him.When the learning's over, the man shares a
drink with the man.”
* MasterErik appears to be recalling an old ritual.
* Jared looks surprised.
* MasterErik uncorks the bottle, and pours into a single
* MasterErik raises the cup.
* Jared is watching.
<MasterErik> “To fire and the metal, to the bellows,
the quench and the spirit.The smith
puts his hands to 'em all.”
* MasterErik drinks from the cup.
<MasterErik> “The Goddess gave the smithy to man, and
the smith offers his work to the Goddess.”
* MasterErik offers the cup to Jared.
<MasterErik> “I pass the elements to you, 'prentice-no-more.”
* Jared takes the cup and drinks from it
<Jared> “I am honored by your trust in me, Erik.”
<MasterErik> “Remember the cup and the elements, when
I'm gone.One day you'll do this for the
<Jared> “I will. But may we have many more years
together. I enjoy working with you.”
* MasterErik wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
* MasterErik nods.
<MasterErik> “Been good.Be better
* MasterErik stands.
<MasterErik> “Don't let the wine go to waste.”
* Jared puts down the cup.
<Jared> “Oh. Okay!”
* MasterErik smiles.
* Jared picks up the cup and almost drains it, then pours a
drop on the floor, murmuring something to himself as he does so.
* MasterErik nods, observing.
* MasterErik crosses himself.
<MasterErik> “Then, Jared, don't be in too big a hurry
to move on.We've prospered with you
here.You'll be paid in coin, and have
your own work to do.”
<Jared> “Oh, I have no intention of leaving. There is
much to keep me here.”
* Jared blushes a little.
* MasterErik winks.
<MasterErik> “Smoke ha’n't robbed me of sight nor
<Jared> “I will welcome any new responsibility you
think I am ready for.”
* Jared chuckles.
<MasterErik> “We'll be getting more work in soon.Very soon.The King himself has us set to work on spears and swords.”
<Jared> “Why? War is coming?”
* MasterErik snorts.
<MasterErik> “War's always comin'.That's what
kings are for, sure as smoke from green wood.”
* Jared rolls his eyes.
<MasterErik> “So I need you sharp.”
* Jared raises an eyebrow.
<MasterErik> “If you'n Laurie plan on settling, you'll
have my blessing.”
* Jared is listening.
<MasterErik> “You'll make friends in the business,
just like I did.Already are.Your work’s clean.”
<Jared> “Thank you, sir. I want everything to be right
before I make an offer.”
* MasterErik nods.
<MasterErik> “If you honor her, that's good enough for
now.Take a little time.”
* Jared nods.
<Jared> “Is there any danger? From all this unrest?”
<MasterErik> “'Lainie's got supper near ready. Let's
<Jared> “Yes, sir. And thank you
again, Mas-- I mean, Erik.”
<MasterErik> “Just keep your eyes open...Jared.”
<Jared> “Oh, I will.I will.”
* MasterErik claps Jared on the shoulder, and urges him to
* Jared heads out.
*** MasterErik has left #greyhawk
<DM> July, 192
<DM> You are all gathered outside the convent, between
it and the guest house.The steel door
to the armory stands before you, where you're expected.
* Dania moves forward, knocking at the door, trying to
appear as if she's not at all nervous.
<Jared> “Let's get equipped.”
<CrazyJack> (afk a sec)
<DM> A panel slides aside, and two eyes look out.
*** SisterUrsula has joined #greyhawk
<Dania> “Sister, you were expecting us?”
<SisterUrsula> “Yeah.Come in, Sister.”
* Dania smiles and moves inside, expecting that the others
<DM> The door swings open, outward, and dim electric
light can be seen within.
hesitates a moment, takes a deep breath, and moves with the others.
* SisterUrsula is a forty-something woman in the gray robe
of the Sisterhood. A matching veil hides her face—and her
eyes.Her light brown hair is pulled
back into a horsetail.
<DM> There are racks of equipment.There
is a strong smell...a strange one.
<Jared> (of what?)
<DM> (an oily smell you’ve not encountered, Jared)
<DM> The racks hold wooden and metal boxes, some with
wires dangling out.There are gun racks,
* DMhelper throws the bones for DM (1d20) and gets 5.
<Jared> “What else do we need?”
* CrazyJack cries out.
<CrazyJack> "Jameson, take the left flank!"
* Jared looks at Jack.
* Dania looks over at Jack.
* Jared moves closer to Jack, very slowly.
<CrazyJack> "Roberts, you and Neil take the
* SisterUrsula pauses, then steps between Jack and the gun
racks, her hand near a holstered pistol.
* Jared whispers to Dania.
<Jared> "That is
the right thing to call him, yes?"
* CrazyJack stares blankly at Jared for a moment.
* Jared says in a stronger voice, "Dude. You're not in
* Jared shoots a look at Dania.
<DM> [lol...you guys're killin' me]
* Dania moves closer, careful not to touch anything on the
<CrazyJack> “No need to shout, man!I
<Dania> “Jack. These
things, they remind you of the jungle, don't they?”
* Dania 's voice is gentle.
* Jared blinks.
* SisterUrsula 's hand slides away from her holster.
<Dania> “You were speaking to 'Roberts’ and ‘Neil' who
were to take the right ‘flank’, and ‘Jameson’, who was to take the
* CrazyJack looks at Dania.
<CrazyJack> "Huh?Oh.My platoon buddies."
* CrazyJack goes over and inspects the guns.
* Jared heads over to the guns, but slowly, so as not to
<DM> Jack steps around the watchful Ursula to stand
before a rack of very old rifles.
* CrazyJack peruses the rifles.
<CrazyJack> (or should i say rifles through the rifles)
* CrazyJack hoists one up and checks the straightness of the
barrel, then checks the chamber to see if it is loaded.
* Dania looks at the rifles too, taking a step back.
<Dania> (BRB must let doggie out)
* CrazyJack begins humming a tune...
<DM> Jack holds a charcoal-gray military rifle of the
Ancients.Its finish is chipped in
places, and the stock is pitted with age.
<CrazyJack> "Bang-bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
came down upon her head..."
<Jared> “A silver hammer?”
<CrazyJack> “Oh…just a song.”
<Jared> “It sounds...violent?”
eyes them all oddly.
* CrazyJack smiles.
<CrazyJack> "Yes, it was."
<DM> The handguard, triangular in cross-section, fits
Jack’s grip as though it were made for him.He seems to know which end is which, and places the butt against
moves to investigate some other weapons in the racks.
<Jared> “Will these weapons be effective, where we are
<Dania> “Sister Ursula, do we have ammunition for this
weapon?I think it would serve Jack
* SisterUrsula nods, uncertainly.
<Dania> “I'd prefer a nice sharp knife or short sword,
<CrazyJack> “Fits like a glove.”
<SisterUrsula> “Uh...the Mother didn't say...”
<Dania> “I will be responsible for him.I
cannot take him defenseless into the places
<SisterUrsula> “Well, he is to have a rifle.He can have the ammo *outside* the gates.”
<SisterUrsula> “I'll have to dig out a magazine.”
<Jared> “Will it be effective against Them, I wonder.”
* Dania whispers to Sister Ursula.
<Dania> “I will need some extra, plain
ammunition for my weapon.”
* Dania pats her pocket.
* CrazyJack checks to see if the safety is on.
<DM> [The safety is on, and there is no chambered
round.There’s no magazine, though, and
you don’t see any around you, Jack.]
* SisterUrsula raises an eyebrow at Dania.
<SisterUrsula> “Why?What do you have?”
* Dania pulls out the small handgun.
* Jared looks at Dania oddly.
<Dania> “Just in case. I hope not to
have to use it.”
* SisterUrsula’s eyes widen as she recognizes the pistol.
<SisterUrsula> “That's Isolde's!”
* Jared is listening quite interestedly to this exchange.
<Dania> “She knew that I was going wandering, and she
wanted to be sure that I was defended.”
<SisterUrsula> “Ah.I get it.”
* SisterUrsula nods.
<Dania> “She’s ever had a soft spot for me, and I
think she's more worried than she'd care to say about my leaving.”
* SisterUrsula unsnaps her holster, and pulls out her own pistol
slowly, eyeing Jack.
<SisterUrsula> “Well, you might as well have this
<Dania> “Thank you, Sister.”
* Dania smiles weakly.
<DM> Jack is looking intently at his new weapon.
<Dania> “I was so anxious to Wander, and now I'm
afraid to leave the safety of the walls.I guess I'm not as brave as I thought I was.
<Jared> “We will be all right, Dania. We have to
<Dania> “Of course we will.”
*SisterUrsula grunts beneath her veil.
<SisterUrsula> “Please do, Journeyman.Dania.”
* SisterUrsula ejects a magazine from her pistol, which
<Dania> (Derned secret rolls)
* SisterUrsula hands the magazine to Dania.
* Dania takes the magazine, and puts it into a special
pocket in her pack.
<Dania> “I think we're near ready to go, then.Least as close as we come.Anyone
else have need of ammo or weapon?Now's
the time to speak.”
<Jared> “I'm all set.”
blows the dust off a few bladed weapons, and looks to Sister Ursula as
permission to examine them.
* SisterUrsula gives China
a long look, then nods.
<CrazyJack> “Any ammo for this bad boy, sister?”
* SisterUrsula looks oddly at Jack.
<SisterUrsula> “You’ll be given it.Outside.”
* CrazyJack nods.
<CrazyJack> “What about oil?Got any?This baby needs some TLC, y’know?
<Dania> “Of course. Sister, I can get that; I know
where it is.”
<Jared> “There must be some here.”
* Jared starts looking around for oil.
* Dania moves to a cabinet to get gun maintenance supplies.
* SisterUrsula nods at Jack, and reaches--slowly--for the butt
of the rifle.She taps it.
<SisterUrsula> “In there.”
* Dania turns back with a small box.
<Dania> “A cleaning and maintenance kit.”
<DM> "GA NA GU" is printed in very faded
black letters on the small, scratched dark-green box.
* Dania hands it to Jack.
* CrazyJack jerks the rifle away from Sister Ursula with a
frown, and looks at the butt end.
* CrazyJack opens the butt end of the rifle and removes a
<CrazyJack> “Heh.Beautiful, man.”
noticed this label before. Oh, well.So,
what does ‘Ga Na Gu’ mean in your time, Jack?”
<DM> [Secret INT
feat roll, please, Jack.]
takes down a short sword and examines it.
<CrazyJack> “Uh, like, absolutely nothing, sister.Maybe it’s the language of, like, furry green
<Jared> “Ga Nah Goo?”
<Dania> “No, look, it’s on the box.”
* CrazyJack looks.
* Jared scratches his head.
<CrazyJack> “Beats the hell outta me.”
<Dania> So, are we ready to venture forth, then?
<DM> You may all make secret INT feat rolls.Jared's already done his.
* SisterUrsula looks anxious to get the strangers out of her
<Dania> “There are letters missing.Maybe
it will give me something to figure out
during the evenings.”
<DM> Sister Ursula is the one, by the way, who brought
in the wounded dog last night.
<Dania> “Sister, we are going now.We'll
leave you to your solitude.”
* Dania moves over and smiles at the woman.
<Dania> “Wish me luck.”
<SisterUrsula> “Always, Sister.Goddess
<Jared> “How is the dog, Sister?”
* SisterUrsula looks at Jared.
<SisterUrsula> “Zee will be fine, Ja--Journeyman.Thank you.”
<Jared> “Good. I am glad to hear it.”
* SisterUrsula removes the grey veil covering the lower half
of her face, turning away from most of the group, and gives Dania the
* Dania embraces her, and returns the sisterly kiss.
<Jared> (oh lordy!)
<Dania> “National Guard!”
* Dania says as she steps back.
<Dania> “That's what it should say.I
don't know what ‘GA’ is, though.”
<CrazyJack> “That's, like, Georgia.”
<Jared> “What was the National Guard?And
* SisterUrsula keeps her back to the group as she readjusts
<Jared> “Truly, these must have belonged to the Ancients.”
<CrazyJack> “Like California.Another state.”
* SisterUrsula nods.
<Dania> “Yes, the Ancients’ name for this place was Georgia.And near Cratersville was once a huge city,
called Atlanta.It was said to be a wondrous place of towers
<DM> People who travel south to lake country speak of
ruins on the horizon where the Ancient city stood.Atlanta
is considered an unlucky place, even centuries after the Flame Deluge.
<Dania> “It is sad to think of all those marvels
destroyed. But we should go.”
* SisterUrsula is putting some small boxes and pieces of
metal into a sack.
<Dania> “I'll see you again, Sister.”
* Jared hoists his pack.
* SisterUrsula speaks over her shoulder.
<SisterUrsula> “I'll see you out front.”
* Dania adjusts her pack.
<Dania> “Out front.Jared, why don't you go and get the food from Sister Anne?She likes you better than nearly anyone else.We'll meet you outside.”
* CrazyJack carries his M-16, cradling it like a baby.
<Jared> “Will do.”
* Jared heads out to see Sister Anne.
* Dania moves behind the others, shooing the men out,
sending Jared to the Guesthouse and leading jack and china to the gates.
<Dania> “You know, you and Jared are the first men who
have set foot into the convent in years.Even Kormack isn't allowed inside the convent proper.”
* CrazyJack grins at Dania.
<CrazyJack> “Well, I feel special now, sister.”
<DM> Within a couple of minutes, Sister Ursula rushes
out of the front door to meet you at the gates.Jared has returned from the guest house--where he found Kormack
gone--with a few days’ supply of food: fresh (unleavened) bread and
jerky.It will be uninteresting fare, but
body and soul together.You also are
equipped with canteens of water distilled here at Sanctuary.Overhead, a few thin clouds are pink with the
dawn.It’s going to be another hot one.
* Dania pulls a travel veil up, covering the lower half of
her face for modesty.
<DM> A Sister on the wall calls out, "Gate!"
in a bored voice.
* Dania stands, waiting, shifting nervously from one foot to
<DM> The gates begin to swing open, revealing the sun
on the horizon in the east.
<Dania> “’And the sun rose again over the shattered
land, and the survivors shed tears over what their hands had wrought’.”
* SisterUrsula waits for a long, respectful moment after
Sister Dania speaks, then offers the sack not to Dania, but to Jared.
<SisterUrsula> “Keep it until you're out of sight,
* Jared takes the sack, and nods to Ursula.
<Dania> “Well then. China, you ready?Jack, Jared?”
<Jared> “As ready as I will get.I
want to get going.”
<Dania> “We'd best go, then.”
* SisterUrsula turns as Dania steps outside.
<SisterUrsula> “Bless you, Sister, and keep you.Come back safe.”
<Dania> “Thank you. I'll try.”
* Dania pulls out Kormack's map.
* SisterUrsula faces Jack and Jared.
<SisterUrsula> “Keep him safe.”
* CrazyJack nods with a grunt.
<DM> Kormack's crude map directs you roughly east
along the King's Road (which terminates here at Sanctuary).You will be passing south of the town of Cratersville, where King Henry rules, eventually
the High Road of the Ancients that runs toward fabled Atlanta.
* Dania moves off in that direction, happy to at least be
following the road.
* Jared heads off down the road.
*** SisterUrsula has left #greyhawk
<Jared> “Want me to go first?”
<Dania> “Yes, that might be good.”
* Dania smiles under her veil.
<DM> There is a whirring in the air of insects, and
the occasional caw of the crows who often visit the walls.Sanctuary is otherwise quiet for several
moments.Then, sound of a choir rises in
song, ever more faintly, as the group begins the long walk east.
* CrazyJack looks around to see where the singing is coming
Two Sisters on the wall raise rifles in salute as you
depart, and wave farewell.The gates
begin to close, orange in the early morning sun.
pulls her goggles down and her hood up.
* Jared is keeping his eyes on his surroundings as he walks,
but hums a little tune under his breath.It’s a counter-melody to the Sisters’ song.
* Dania returns the Warden Sisters’ wave.
<Dania> “The sisters are singing.”
<DM> The singing is indeed coming from Sanctuary, as
the Sisters greet the dawn and say farewell to the terrors of the night.
<Jared> “What does their song mean?”
<Dania> “It thanks the Goddess for bringing us safely
from the dark of night into a new day.”
* Jared begins humming again.
<Dania> “Each day is full of promise, and we must do
all we can to be worthy of the light.”
<CrazyJack> What's so bad about the dark?”
<Dania> “The things that lurk in it.”
<CrazyJack> “I find light highly overrated.”
grins at Jack.
* Jared laughs.
<Dania> “There are
frightening things in the dark, both the real darkness and the darkness
<CrazyJack> “Yeah, but if there was light you'd
actually see them.Ain’t
that right, sister?”
<Dania> “Only in the light can we see that which is
true and real.”
<Jared> “So it's better to be in the dark and not know.Is that what you're saying, Jack?
<CrazyJack> “That's what I'm saying, brother.”
<Dania> “I'd rather know.”
* CrazyJack looks down at his feet, at his weapon, then at
think there are times I might not want to know, either.Unfortunately, I think we're headed somewhere
that we're going to see a few things we haven't ever
seen.Good, bad, I
<DM> The morning sun illuminates the barren landscape
around Sanctuary.The road is packed and
rutted dirt here, but it will turn to cobblestones closer to
Cratersville.The green fields and trees
west of Sanctuary
lie behind you.There are hills to the
north, above which can be seen smoke from the town.The hills to the south, east and west are
nearly bare, the few trees mostly higher up.
<Dania> “I've rarely been this far from Sanctuary
before.Never without one of the
<CrazyJack> “We're, like, kinda exposed to
<Jared> “Incoming what?”
* CrazyJack nods at Jared.
<CrazyJack> “Unfriendly fire, bro, unfriendly fire.‘Mama told me not to go’.”
<Jared> “Fire can be unfriendly. But
it also warms a dark, cold night.”
<CrazyJack> “Like, deep,
<Jared> “You are afraid of fire.Here?”
* Jared motions around him.
keeps alert to the area around them, very alert.
<CrazyJack> “Like, y’never know who's lurking behind a
tree, y’know.Like me.Got you in the
<Jared> “But fire--would it lurk behind a tree?Fire would sweep across the grass, catching
everything in its path on fire.”
<CrazyJack> “Position is everything.”
are fire?This is a different fire from
any I have experienced, but if you believe we are in danger, I will
<CrazyJack> “Like, I know how to burn, bro.”
* Jared smiles.
<Jared> “Should we douse our clothes, just in case?”
<CrazyJack> “’I am fire.I am steel.I am mean!’Heh-heh.”
* Jared begins humming to himself again.
<Jared> “So what do we think we will find first?”
* Jared shoots a look at Jack.
<Dania> “I don't know.And, Jack, nothing I've seen in you has been particularly mean.”
<CrazyJack> “What are we, like, looking for?”
* CrazyJack starts singing under his breath.
<Jared> “If you all get tired, there's a good place to
stop, about three hours ahead.A nice
flat rock, some shade. Nice stream
<CrazyJack> “Those pills they give me work, then, I
* Dania walks along calmly in her shapeless travel clothes,
her bright hair covered by a hood and her face veiled.
<Dania> “Well, we shall see where we end up. I've
a feeling what we're seeking will find us
* CrazyJack walks hurriedly, eyes scanning the terrain
constantly, and his rifle held at the ready.
<DM> The only trees in sight are atop the hills, and
on the horizon ahead. There are many
you, on the western slope beyond Sanctuary, where the Sisters grow a
crops.In this dry territory, there is
the occasional grove where underground water makes it possible.
* CrazyJack does a
360 every now and then, checking the surrounding terrain.
<DM> over the next two hours, it grows very
warm: July heat before the August
rains.A few hawks can be seen wheeling
far above the east road before you, perhaps two miles away.Each of you has felt the need to sip at the
pure water the Sisters prepared for you.
* Jared mops his brow.
<Jared> (Why'd you have to make it Georgia summer, John?! Don't DMs control the weather??!):-)
summer without much of an ozone layer, at 400 ppm of CO2.]
<Jared> “Good to keep an eye out, Jack. Never
know what's out here.”
* Jared points to the hawks.
<Jared> “Wonder what's up ahead?”
* CrazyJack turns to see what Jared is pointing at.
<Jared> “Those hawks.”
<DM> It may not be roadkill in front of you--only a
couple of hawks circling as yet.
we need to be worried about?”
* CrazyJack crouches down low to the ground but keeps moving
<Dania> “I dont think so.”
* Dania continues walking east to see what has fallen.
looks, shielding her goggled eyes to see better.
<DM> The only sounds are of your boots in the dust and
the occasional buzzing of insects.The
breeze fails to keep you cool.
shakes her head.
“I can't see anything.”
<DM> After a few more minutes, it appears to you that
the hawks are keeping ahead of you, also moving east into the
mid-morning sun.There are now three of
* CrazyJack slimgs his rifle over his shoulder.Hgrabs
a handful of dirt and spits into it a
few times, then smears it all over his face and arms, in the manner of
men of the hills who resist the King’s rule.
* Jared looks oddly at Jack.
<Jared> “What do the legends say of hawks, Dania?”
* Dania thinks.
<Dania> “I think that what they are interested in is
<Jared> “There will be a stream near that rock I
mentioned, if you need to wash all of that off later, Jack.”
<CrazyJack> “Like, why would I do that?”
<DM> After nearly three hours of travel, the sun is
blazing over you, and you can see that perhaps a half-dozen hawks are
over the rest stop ahead.
<CrazyJack> “Man, and I thought ‘Nam was hot.”
<DM> There is a wagon stopped, facing you, a few
hundred yards ahead, to the right (your right) among a lot of trees and
grass.There is a broad, flat rock that
even more shade.A simple wooden bridge
is visible just beyond.
<Jared> “Oh.Why are they hovering there?”
“Jared, may I see the bag Ursula gave you for a moment?”
* Jared hands the bag to China.
<Jared> (are the hawks over the wagon or near it?)
<DM> [far overhead]
digs into the bag carefully.There is a
muted clank of metal on metal within.
* CrazyJack hits the deck and spies on the wagon lying on
<Jared> “You may want to pass it to Jack next, China.”
* Dania walks toward the wagon, calling to any occupants.
<DM> There are people lying down in the shade, not far
from the wagon.
* CrazyJack motions for Dania to get down.
<Dania> “Do you mind sharing the shade with weary
<DM> The wagon is large and red, and is familiar to a
couple of you.
* CrazyJack stage-whispers to Dania from his prone position.
<CrazyJack> "They could be VC!I
mean, like, unfriendlies!"
closes the bag, and moves to investigate the area with the rest
<Jared> “They may be dead.”
<Dania> “No, they're players!”
<Jared> “Hey....I know these guys.The
<Jared> “They're the Jongleurs...traveling players.”
<CrazyJack> “Players?Dead?Like, is it Jerry Garcia?”
* Jared draws his sword, and moves slowly forward.
* Dania smiles and moves forward to see them.
* CrazyJack gets up, and follows Jared, his rifle at the
<DM> You are still a few hundred yards away from the
wagon.You can see that people there are
moving, apparently alive.
looks carefully at the wagon.
(any more folks in it?)
<Jared> “Why are the hawks hovering?”
* Jared puts his sword away.
<Dania> “Maybe they're trained?”
<Jared> “Oh! That
had not occurred to me.”
<DM> The hawks wheel freely above. There
are six of them.
* CrazyJack looks at the birds.
<CrazyJack> "Trained falcons…like, far out."
<DM> [hawks are likely to take an interest in anything
out here that is moving slowly or lying down]
* Jared calls out, "Hello!!"
* CrazyJack scans the camp intently
<DM> There is a near-instant reaction.A
couple of heads in the shade turn your
<CrazyJack> “We've come to liberate you!You
can thank us later!”
<DM> Who's got weapons out?
<CrazyJack> (i do)
<Dania> (I don't.)
<Jared> “Oh, I think they don't need any help, Jack.”
* Dania moves forward.
<Jared> (I don't)
has the bag.
<CrazyJack> (it's not like i can stick an m16 in my
pocket ya know)
<DM> You are still nearly two hundred yards away.Yelling is recommended.
((it would have to be a very deeeeeeep pocket))
<DM> Two figures in the shade stand up.Male
and female.They seem to be straining to
* Dania walks forward more quickly, eager to see these
seems to sink deeper into the shaded hood of her cloak as they approach
group of players
<DM> The male figure holds something up to his face.
<DM> Range: 150 yards now.
watches the area closely.
* Jared waves a hand in a friendly gesture.
<DM> The male and female figure wave in your
direction.The male calls something out
over his shoulder.
<Jared> “I think they're ‘friendly’, Jack.”
<DM> Three more figures dash up to the couple.They came from the streambed.
* CrazyJack nods, and whispers to himself.
<CrazyJack> "Good thing for them."
<Jared> “I have seen them before. They are not bad
<Dania> “Jack, put the rifle down, or make it less
threatening.Maybe over your shoulder,
or something.You are showing poor
<Jared> “They're tough travelers, so they worry about
robbers, I am sure.”
* CrazyJack slings the M-16 over his shoulder.
<Dania> “Thank you.”
<DM> Three figures disappear behind the wagon.
<CrazyJack> (time sure
<DM> The male seems to be looking intently at you,
holding something up to his face.He
calls something over his shoulder, then waves again in your direction.
<Jared> (Do we know what kind of thing it might be?)
<DM> [You can’t see from here, but he is mostly holding
it with both hands.]
<Jared> Why are they disappearing like that?
* Dania smiles and moves forward, wondering what these folk
could possibly want with us!
<DM> As you approach, five figures come out to greet
<DM> And I think we end it here tonight!
<CrazyJack> sounds good
<Dania> OK. <Dania> Two weeks, then?
<CrazyJack> thx john :-)
good session -- thanks john
<Dania> thank you John,
this was great!
<Dania> next time I
might even be able to type. <China>
<Jared> Take care, y'all!
<CrazyJack> cya on
<Jared> Me too. I won't
have a big bandage on my
<DM> I couldn't type
tonight, either. Been too long. Shall we try real hard to
meet again in two
<CrazyJack> two weeks
<DM> Will send y'all an
<CrazyJack> ok.. have a
good weekend all *** Dania has quit IRC
<DM> Good night!
*** CrazyJack has quit IRC
nighters *** Jared has quit IRC
*** DM has quit IRC
Session Close: Thu Sep 21 2006