| Monday, June 26, 2000 |
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| Thursday, June 22, 2000 |
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| Monday, June 19, 2000 |
I listened as the town crier told of a man named Garett who had had his caravan ambushed by orcs and needed help regaining his goods. I thought of the gold I had just deposited selling wares myself and knew I would have to help this man get what we could of his things back. Having my concentration on the crier had given a sly handed theif the chance at my bow. I watched cursing as the thief quickly outran the witless guards around the corner into an alley, tucking my magic bow into his pack. More curses on my tongue, I recalled home grabbing another bow, some smoked fish steaks for me and apples for Vulcan, and recalled back to the bank.
Garett was a man of medium build, wearing studded leather armor and a forlorn look on his face. He already had a few warriors surrounding him, their horses shifting around anxious to be on the move. I rode up and stood with them and informed Garett I would come along as well to get his goods back. He told us the only thing he really needed back was an amulet that was very special to him. We all swore we would get it back.
We set out south out of the city, along the main road on the way to Trinsic. At no point was the going easy. The road was unusually swarmed with every manor of beast. We fought orcs, lizardmen, ratmen, murderous brigands, and gazers in a constant battle just to keep pushing through toward our goal. None of these creatures are particularly tough game for seasoned warriors, but in these numbers-always more than 10 on us at once-it was a challenge. I decided to try and scout ahead leading packs of these creatures off into the woods to keep the road as clear as possible, but it had little effect as the creatures seemed to be sprouting from the very ground.
The unending battle that was our journey kept up without respite all the way to the bridge. I had scouted out the other side and led most of what I could find away. When I crossed back across the bridge to rejoin the group I saw that they were bunched up cleaning out the area, healing each other. I cast greater heal on those that needed it, then equipped my bow to take out the attackers that were trying to escape as the group finished them all off. Finally, for the first time on the journey, we had a moment of peace. At that point Garett stepped up onto the steps of the bridge as we gathered on the road and he turned to address us. I assumed we must be getting close to the point where he had been ambushed, and he was now going to give us final instructions or words. This is not what happened however.
Garett looked around at the small party before him, 6 or 7 of us, still applying bandages, eating rations, and counting remaining arrows and reagents, and he began to speak, quietly at first.
"Fools."
We look up at him thinking surely we have misheard him.
"Fools!" He again yells. He proceeds to tell us we have been taken in, the whole thing a ruse to get us out here alone.
I looked around the group. Some had looks of disbelief, others a wary countenance, and others tired, but none looked afraid.
Garett gives us an ultimatum. Your money or your life. Seeing none of us reaching for our moneybags he then warns that we 'fools' are already at this moment surrounded. Still none of us seem ready to hand him our money. Garett then makes an almost imperceptible move of his hand, no doubt motioning the surrounding lookouts, and the woods explode with life.
I immediately backed against a tree and hid to see what would happen. I would happily stand with my fellow travelers to fight, but didn't want to foolishly step into the fray only to hear 'Kal Ort Por' behind me. I needn't have worried. The party immediately turned to engage the rush of brigands and lizardmen pouring from between the trees. Then one man, his name Kurik of UDC, pushed onto the bridge and attacked Garett himself. Knowing Kurik would need help soon and the others already otherwise occupied, I stayed hidden but quickly grabbed up my spellbook and readied the words of healing in my mouth.
It wasn't long. I saw Kurik take some hard blows, then stepped forward and cast my spells to heal him. My supposedly clever idea of hiding until needed was not only my own, as I cast upon Kurik, the bushes behind me burst with brigands, each training his weapon upon me. I drew my katana, but couldn't hit them fast enough. I decided dying right there would not help anyone, so although not a move to sing glory songs about, I decided to run them into the woods.
Repeatedly I ran off groups of brigands and beasts, circled around back to the bridge, cast healings as I could and firewalls on the bridge that was by now packed with creatures of evil, and then ran another group of evil back away from the main fight. I saw others doing the same as I, and others bravely standing and fighting there in the road. Kurik eventually fell, as did others, but the fighting continued and the resurrected souls came back to pick up the weapons off of their bodies and fight again.
Others followed Kurik's lead as well and attacked Garett every chance they got. Finally tired myself of running into the woods and making brief strafing runs, I took out my bow and began firing into Garett, who was being skewered by a spear-wielding lad named Scooby as well. My horse, used to battle, sidestepped brigands as I continually fired my bow of power. (hehe, the Britain thief had stolen only one of ruin.) Finally Garett screamed out his promise of revenge, and undeterred, Scooby pierced through his heart with his spear.
The attackers, lacking a leader began to loose the heart for battle and the group finished off the last of them. Although we had won, the victory seemed hollow as we were still not sure what had happened. Who was Garett?
Scooby said he had picked a tattered treasure map off of Garett, but not much else of real interest. As we talked about this a man wearing the robe of an elder walked up.

He told us that Garett was an infamous robber, and one that had been wanted for some time. He was known for luring people out into the wild and robbing them blind. I had the feeling that the amount of distaste the Elder showed may mean that these poor people may not have lived to tell of it. The Elder gave us his thanks, bowing to us all still left there: Kurik of UDC, Kalaman of ADE, The Rock of CDE, Goten of CCC, Scooby of K A, Wystian, and myself. He then waved his staff high in the air, and gold began to fall to the ground. Piles fell in varying amounts all around the group.
Having found out that we had slain a vile and wanted man, and thereby saved future travelers from his grasp, gave us the feeling of satisfaction we had been lacking. (the reward didn't hurt either *grins slyly*)
| Saturday, June 17, 2000 |
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