From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Karl: Rendezvous, browbeating, intrigue,assassination?
Message-ID: <1992Sep22.163453.1@economics.adelaide.edu.au>
Date: 22 Sep 92 07:04:53 GMT

ADMIN : Posted on behalf of Dennis Brennan
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Karl returned to the breakfast chamber just in time to observe the others
finishing their breakfast.  At his approach Radan raised his head, expecting
Karl to speak.  But he did not until after a longpause.
  "I hope you took a look at that note I left out.  This Amaan insists
that we all go down to the "Splendid Gardens", wherever the hell they
are, and meet him.  Apparently from there we'll go directly to the harbour
and get on the boat."  He looked out the window, studying hte shadow
of one of the towers.  "At three o'clock we meet Amaan.  By my reckoning
it's just past noon now, so get your stuff together and be at the gardens
by three."  For the first time that day, he smiled as he noticed
the way Killian was eyeing Jenever.  "Kids," he thought to himself...

For the time being, then, the party would split up.  Karl left the
note where Hazy could see it (hoping she could read), then got his
belongings together and deposited them where teh crew of the _Arcas_
could stow them.  "Nice to see you again, guv'nor,"  called the
first mate of the vessel to Karl.  Karl waved back, not recognizing
the man.  Perhaps they had met last night?

He purchased a document purported to be "An accurate and true map,
being a cartographic representation of the fabulous City of Pashar...",
reluctantly placing himself in the hands of whichever unknown cartographer
had drawn it.  According to the map, the gardens lay somewhat to the
southeast,on the other side of a neighborhood labeled on the map as
"Faszur".  Karl's transversal of this area was singularly unpleasant-
the area resembled nothing so much as Generica's Low City, only
without the frantic illicit commerce.  These poor people wer probably not
much elevated from the ignoble status of Rameshander slavery, and their
poverty was represented in every aspect of their homes, their dress and their
crude manner.  Several times beggars accosted Karl and he was obliged
to jpart with a few coppers.  From time to time Karl noted a cleric
passing in the humble but distinct garb of a servant of Ilmater- the god
of suffering and mercy.  Evidently Xar's cult was associated with
tghat of Ilmater, for clerics of the two faiths operated side by side
doing charitable works for the destitute.  It was strange that Cardinal
Xar, who so ruthlessly persecuted those who crafted magic, could also
be capable of such great mercy towards the most helpless of Nexus's lot.

Suddenly the setting changed to one of great opulence as Karl crossed
a border into a wealthier section of Pashar.  Shallow canals watered
plots full of flowers and exotic plants.  Magnificent homes stood
around the perimeter of these gardens, and self-important looking
people strutted about as if to display their own splendour.  Sitting
impatiently in a gazebo by a quiet pool was Amaan.  Two slaves sat
deferentially to his left, and several several donkeys laden with
packages were tied to the posts.  Amaan glared,

"You're an hour late, you fat fool.  And where are the others?"

Damn! Of course!  Pashar was far to the south of Generica- the shadow
patterns would be different...

ADMIN:  The rest of y'all have time to post about your last little fling
in Rameshan, then meet us here.  Aaron, what happens next?

db