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Ch. 5, Page 28

Wed, 01/30/2019 - 03:26





































...Thank you for reading!  Long live Greyhawk!



Ch. 5, Page 27

Tue, 12/04/2018 - 03:29
"This calls for a celebration," Otto said.

"Yeah, let's go get stinking drunk back at the Green Dragon," Quij said.

"I wouldn't say no to something with a bit of some kick to it. Coming, sir?" Otto added, turning to face Robilar.

"Go on, I'll catch up," Robilar said.


Tenser was deep in thought when he noticed the hand on his shoulder. Under normal circumstances he might have appreciated the gesture, but at the moment all he could think about was that one misspent afternoon had crippled his plans for his future.


Ch. 5, Page 26

Mon, 11/26/2018 - 03:38
"Wait," Endelar said to her driver. She glanced back at the figures in the smoky haze that filled the street. No man had ever allowed her to get this far without running after her. If he did not come after her...the indignity of it...


Ch. 5, Page 25

Sun, 11/11/2018 - 00:24
Naturally, shouts for a fire brigade had brought a swift response from the City Watch as well. The innkeeper was still fuming, despite the fact that his inn seemed like it was going to survive intact, and was quick to let the watchmen know.


"Over there, officers! Those are the culprits responsible! Be wary of them..." Felipe Namarhz called out to the approaching watchmen, but then was nearly knocked over from behind.

"Excuse me! Out of my way!" yelled a lady in fine gown, muscling her way out into the street from the inn. She was not dressed for walking unescorted, as the train of her dress was held by no servant and had clearly dragged though mud and offal from the curb and had torn on something. She stomped off through the street, her dress becoming more disheveled, until she approached a carriage. "Get me home!" she hollered at the driver with no trace of refinement.

Felipe turned his attention back to the watchmen. It was a paltry size for a watch patrol and Felipe feared it was not going to be sufficient to enforce justice on this hoodlum in strange armor, his orc flunky, and the dwarf-like man who accompanied them. That they had magic between them was unmistakable. Surely, they were plotting between them even now how they would best the watchmen and escape. Ah, but the sergeant of the watch was approaching him now...

Ch. 5, Page 24

Fri, 11/02/2018 - 04:43
Even in a city as ruthless as Greyhawk, a shout of "Fire!" netted quick results. The innkeeper, Felipe, had six people out in the street in a nonce, all lining up with buckets at the water trough (that only had bits of Quij floating in it), with more people on the way.

The shouting from the growing crowd drew Tenser to his window...