From: Gerry S Hayes Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [INN] Karadin gets his bearings Date: Fri, 22 Oct 1993 14:39:14 -0400 Message-ID: <0gm2XGq00awS4KMFQ6@andrew.cmu.edu> [ADMIN] Beginning and end by Sumner Hayes, Brent's words by Michael Sander. On language - Ae and agol is gnomish for, "gem mines and goblin bodies!" Karadin picked up the exclamation during his time in the gnomish capitol. ************************************************************* Karadin glanced around the inn in confusion. "Thank you both for the invitation. I am in need of rest, and healing - perhaps the temple of Gellin could be contacted? Pardon me for not introducing myself earlier. I am Karadin Redbane, Arch-Thaumaturge of the Caldoonic Order. Well met, friends." He extended his hand and the trio exchanged handshakes. "Excuse me, sir . . . Brent? Would you mind telling me in what part of the country Generica is? I have never heard of it before - odd, as I thought I knew the entire geography of the land. You see, I'm really not sure where I am. I'm afraid some sort of rift has led me here. It isn't really where I meant to end up - not that it doesn't seem a nice place, but I was hoping to remain to finish out the battle. We'll need all of the force we can muster to defeat the army - though I'm sure you, as a member of the guard, are well aware of this. Thankfully, though, the staff has been destroyed." "Well," Brent started, "There isn't a Temple of 'Gellin' around, but the one of Ilmater should suit you fine, and I wouldn't be surprised if Rowan Littlefair -- that's the bartender's name, by the way -- already sent someone to tell him about it. Second, it's a bit surprising you haven't heard of Generica, but I'll give you a general location. It rests on the Eastern shore of the Great Blue... lies West of the Mysty Mountains... South of the Northern Kingdoms... North of the Marshes, Rameshan and the Running Lands... in the realm of Nexus..." He paused after each place name for any sign of recognition, but when Karadin only stared rather blankly or gave a confused look, the guard let out a sigh. "Well, we can go to the Cartographers' Guild if you want, but it seems obvious that you're not from this plane. Don't worry, though -- that happens more often than you'd think, and there should be ways for you to return. Tell me though, what battle, army, and staff are you talking about? While I'm pretty much stuck here, this city -- this inn particularly -- is rich with adventurers that might be willing to help..." Karadin cast his eyes to the floor for a minute before responding. A hint of interest tempered the disappointment in his eyes. "Ae and agol - a new plane? That can't be. No one since . . . well, Elanis Skyfyre possibly . . . it's been centuries since other planes have been contacted . . . still, I really can't afford to be traipsing around the multiverse right now. You see, there's a bit of a battle going on on Tarin right now - thankfully we seem to be defeating the evil ones, but things are still tough. That's how I ended up here. By destroying the Rod of Sortik - he's the patron of the Walking dead on Tarin - I must have opened some sort of multi-planar rift that sent me here. I'll explain it in detail at some point when we have the time." He held up a hand and called out to Littlefair, "Could I have a cup of wine, good sir? Emerald or ruby - emerald is preferable." "Well, I was hoping to defeat the blasted necromancers, but I fear that such will be left to others. You see, Tarin has had very little other planar contact. Skyfyre closed all known means of entrance and egress following a particularly gruesome invasion by the Winged Ones - Daemons from the Abyss. Perhaps the mages of your world could overcome those wards, though that is doubtful. Is there some sort of Mage's Guild that I could contact?" "Yes, there is a Mage Guild here in Generica. It's rather easy to locate - just head down to the Arcade of Fountains." "I'll have to do so. For now, though, I must get some sleep. Events have been rather wearying. Thank you kindly for the aid and information, and, Zebron? Perhaps we can chat alone soon - I am interested to find out what tricks the mages of this land have discovered, and am more than willing to show you some of mine own in return. Tarin's blessings, I go." - Sumner Hayes parts by Michael Sander