From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Oct 26 08:55:59 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7835 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!pa.dec.com!nntpd.lkg.dec.com!jac.zko.dec.com!leggy.zk3.dec.com!orb!not-for-mail From: 94BWT@law.newcastle.edu.au ("Benjamin Tupman") Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [CIA] The adventure continues . . . . . Date: 25 Oct 1994 00:52:31 -0000 Organization: Faculty of Law Lines: 83 Sender: news@Orb.Nashua.NH.US Message-ID: <2868AFC5095@law.newcastle.edu.au> Priority: normal X-Mailer: Pegasus Mail/Windows (v1.22) > From: dwomack@runner.utsa.edu (Jones) > Subject: [CIA] - Jones - Clarehill & More Lies > . {By now, Jones is suitably attired as > a bureaucrat, with his weapons well concealed} "Very appropriate apparrel, friend Jones" murmurs BD appreciatively "The bureaucratic garb becomes you - although I feel you possibly have too many principles to be a totally convincing bureaucrat . . ." > as "Guardian" implies that you take care of the people, defending > them from outside enemies. What do you think BD?" "I personally like the title Lord Protector and First Father of the People. It's my old nick-name from a tiny kingdom I once ruled in Krynn, before the entire dimension was shut down and all us Dragon's shown the portal, so to speak. Apparently it was this huge tax-haven, but I hear it's up and running again - perhaps it would be a most ideal place to abscond after our . . . quest?" > >to kill Good King Olaf, and intrigue to be furtively performed in the > >nearby Capital of Clarehill, the party started once more on it's way, > >the conversation continuing as the journey does. > > Jones says to Bodger "No problem on Rathan...I never *_was_* > comfortable with just banishing Olaf. Much better not to have > a living enemy...." > Bodger smirks. "Rathan wont like it - but I think it's for the best. But afterwards, why don't we put someone in Olaf's place that looks exactly like him? Maybe we could hire a doppelganger or a polymorph, or if someone had some appropriate magik item they haven't told us about yet?" > people prepared to help us find the traitors? And why, why on > earth, are you traveling with a *_stinking_* wyrm?" Bodger mutters to BD: "No accounting for some people. I think our mate Jorgenson will require some personal tuition about the evils of speciesism." The dragon rumbles in affirmation. Jorgenson would go well with a few priests and maybe a side order of town guard. > The cargo of time-appropriate weapons is soon unloaded > by the troops, and the cargo rearranged. Horses are brought > for those who wish to ride them, and Captain Jorgenson > hands various royal papers, signed by King Olaf, to the > team members. When he comes to BD, he just shakes his head > in amazement as he places a document which names BD as > "Special friend of the King, and Protector of the Realm" in > BD's large talons. A blanket amnesty document is given to > Jones, declaring all acts by him and those with him > to be in the name of the King, and hence legal. Bodger sidles up to Jones as BD wrestles with his document, trying to read it. "How's about we do some extra dealing on the side, if everything we're going to do in Clarehill will be legal? Turn the black-market into a trading group By-Royal-Appointment! Start smuggling Elvish erotica, pipeweed, repeater cross-bows and other illegal imports in and they can't stop us! We use the money to put all the trading guilds out of business - as well as the churches, and help the decay along with a few disappearances in strategic places. We assassinate Olaf publically, then frame the leader of the guard or even the Duke with the crime! If I know politics, they already have their private armies ready to march on the city should their own positions be in trouble. You know what follows these type of armies - pillaging and arson. We let the outside land-holders into the city, (always good for PR - but then, the more people between us and the bad-guys is always a good idea), create an interim government legally (so the power we recieve automatically has a Royal basis! The regent will in a sense become the new king of Clarehill!) to combat the "invasion forces" Then we blow up one of the local Magic guilds with magical weapons, and let them attack the other Mage-guilds in retribution. Knowing Mages, there'll be fireworks aplenty in Clarehill for a while to come. Escalation will result and chaos will ensue. THEN, in steps BD - The Saviour of Clarehill. He kills a whole bunch of people, rescues the city, and becomes the Spiritual head (all the temples and churches and religious power-brokers are by this time dead.) With our legal white-market money, we rebuild the city, reinstitute the trading guilds as one royal-corporation (controlled by one of us who is knowledgable in such matters) and become the new aristocracy. Or we can sell the whole of Clarehill to some other nearby kingdom, and take the money and run . . . what do you think?"