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From: dparsons@jarthur.claremont.edu (Daniel Parsons)
Newsgroups: rec.games.frp
Subject: Navero X
Reply-To: dparsons@jarthur.UUCP (Daniel Parsons)
Distribution: world
Organization: Harvey Mudd College, Claremont, CA
Keywords: Navero, of the Correct and Unalterable Way


The continuing sto-o-o-ry...

	Navero, male human cleric   ("oops...")
	Dania, female 1/2-wood elf MU   ("You <racial slur> idiot!")
	Rourk Ravensbane, male drow cavalier ("You insult me, knave.")
	Kortul, male human fighter (various grumbles)
	Razuli, male human fighter ("Well, kids, whatcha gonna do now?")
	Arlor, male dwarf thief ("Uh... yep. Yep. I do. Really.")

Training went relatively well.  Dania didn`t turn into anything more hideous
than usual, and the rest of the month passed rapidly.  Rested and fit, we
decided to trek back to the cavern and see what it was beyond that big
barrier that made the slovenly Orcs put it up.  Razuli accompanyed the group,
despite the assurances of the others that his presence was not necessary,
and Arlor also came along.  Arlor was not treated very well, I am sad to
admit; the humans regarded him with indifference at best, and both elves very
obviously disliked him. (The player was very quiet, and unused to our
playing style, which involves lots of squabbling, as you may have noticed.)

Rourk: "And another thing: you are to address me as "Sir" at all times,
	unless conditions demand the more appropriate title."

Arlor: "You mean, uh, 'madam'?"

Rourk: (Draws sword.) "If you insult me again, I shall feed you your liver."

Arlor: "Sorry, sorry.  Um."

Navero: "I kind of don't think that was very nice, uh, Rourk."

Rourk: "YOU try being NICE to this hairy little...  But you are correct.  I
	am loosing my temper over a nothing.  I do apologize for disturbing
	your composure, priest."

Arlor: "Thanks.  Thanks lots."

Dania: "Just be quiet, will you?"

Razuli: "What are you two getting so upset about, anyway?  It's OK, Arlor,
	 they really don't mean it."

Arlor: "I think they do, yup."

Razuli: "No!  They just feel that way about anyone shorter than they are.
	 You see, Dania thinks you're gonna look up her robe, and Sir Snot
	 over there was once bested by a rabid chihuahua, and it left him
	 traumatized.  We all love you.  Really."

Rourk: "Mercenary, my temper is short enough as it is..."

Razuli: "And that's not the only thing."

Rourk: "You are unworthy of notice.  Begone from my sight."

Navero: "I wish you didn't not like him so much.  It's kind of sad."

Razuli: "Kid, I've spent enough time here to know that those two are both
	 idiots.  They are pretty sad.  Ignore 'em, and do what you need to."

Kortul: "Dragon to the left."

	There was indeed a Dragon there, in the misty distance.  We couldn't
tell if it was the same one, and frankly didn't want to find out.  At least,
most of us didn't; Rourk had to be told that by the time he reached it, it
would have flown away again.

Navero: "I wish they wouldn't be so unkind.  Especially Dania; she is a very
	 nice person, I don't know why she's behaving like this."

Razuli: "Dania?  NICE?  Kid, you're deluding yourself.  She is better built
	 than most elves... but that isn't what you mean, now, is it?"

Navero: "Huh?"

Razuli: "Never mind. (sigh) Where the hell did someone like you come from,
	 anyway?"

Navero: "From the Chapel of St. Glajmir of the Glow, under Master Luminont.
	 And it's not good to use that name.  It might attract diabolical
	 attentions, the likes of which thy soul would quake to behold."

Razuli: "Right. (chuckles)"

Navero: "And you shouldn't say such degrading things about others as you
	 do.  'Others will treat you as you see them.' And you shouldn't
	 drink of liquorous spirits.  Or fraternize with the evil or the
	 undisciplined..."

Razuli: "Nav?"

Navero: "And...  uh, yes?"

Razuli: "Shut up.  And do your job.  Ok?"

Navero: "But I must follow my faith."

Razuli: "Fine.  Do that.  But you've been pretty fucking useless so far, you
	 know, and shouldn't be giving no sermons."

Navero: "But...  I'm sorry.  But..."

Razuli: "Fine.  Now shut up."

	We reached the cavern in due course, and went inside to the great
hall.  As far as we could tell, the foodstuffs had been taken, but nothing
else disturbed.  The barrier was intact, although the gummy resin on the
stakes seemed to have degraded, and flaked off in places.  The barrier was
made of large logs and branches, sharpened in places, and bound together
mostly with rope.  Something the size of a human could scramble over it
without much danger, but something much larger probably wouldn't make it.
The cavern beyond was quite large; there were a few interesting rock
formations, most of them broken off at the base, but the cave seemed empty
and dead.

Rourk: "Priest!  I request of you a blessing before going in to battle the
	creature."

Kortul: "Find creature first.  Don't waste time sitting around now."

Dania: "Yes, as long as we're in here, we should keep moving."

Rourk: "You may explore ahead if you must.  I shall be prepared."

Navero: "Uh, kneel, and take off your helmet."

Rourk: "I have vowed not to face others until I have proven myself worthy
	of it."

Navero: "Oh.  Well, uh...  O Lords of the Correct and Unalterable Way...
	 The true shining path of servitude and right... Please do look down
	 on this, thy... humble servant, and give me the right and the power
	 to instigate thy will.  (Takes Rourks head between his hands) Look
	 down upon me, thy chosen instrument, and let your will flow through
	 me into this, our... protector, that he may have the courage... and
	 skill... to do thy holy works.

Rourk: "Very good." (Tries to rise, but Navero continues.)

Navero: "Yea, though thy flesh-and-blood servants be weak, O Lords, I do ask
	 that you forgive us all, each and every one... for our failures, be
	 they of mercy... or of will.  Please, O Lords, let our petty
	 differences be settled between us, and may we unite to vanquish
	 those who would move against your will."

Rourk: "Amen!" (Again tries to rise, but Navero continues.)

Navero: "If one of us do drag the whole down, O Lords, inspire that one with
	 thine own strength, that he may better serve the needs of all!  Let
	 that one smite down that which divides us!  Let petty hatreds and
	 pointless greed be ended! (Shakes Rourk's helmet.  Rourk's head
	 rattles around inside.)

Rourk: "Uh, priest..."

Navero: "Please, O Lords!  Forgive us all!  We are weak and stupid and humble
	 before your eyes!  Let us also cast aside old hates, which our own
	 STUPIDITY drives on!  Yea verily, the scars of a thousand years can
	 be healed with an act of kindness, if kindness can possibly enter
	 the tiny minds of those who hold the hate!"

(Everyone is staring at Navero.  Rourk starts to feel uncomfortable.)

Navero: "Let the fear of the FIRES and PAIN of your punishments sit with us
	 ALL!  Yea, illuminate us, and show us our follies!  Though we be
	 but as mortals, BLIND and STUPID, let it be within your infinite
	 kindness to give us your wisdom, THAT WE MAY SEE OURSELVES!!  And
	 let this discord CEASE!"

Dania: "Navero?"

Navero: "And look DOWN and...   Yes?"

Razuli: "Is your robe too tight or something?"

Rourk: "Perhaps it is." (Quickly jerks away and stands up.) "A good blessing.
	Truly, a great blessing.  I thank you, priest."

Navero: "Uh... yes.  Uh..."  (Everyone continues to stare.)

Arlor: "Um..."

Navero: "uh..."

Kortul: "Hope yelling didn't attract monster."

Razuli: "Oh, brother.  That's all we need.  A loudspeaker for a priest."

Kortul: "Thought all priests loud-speakers.  How they became priests."

Rourk: "Indeed.  This one can certainly make a helmet echo."

Razuli: "Of course!  It's easy with such a big hollow space."

Rourk: (Fume...) "You are beneath contempt."

Dania: "Come on, Rourk, you walked into that one.  Lets go now."

Rourk: "I did not.  I insist upon that fact."

Arlor: (giggles)

Rourk: "WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!?"

Arlor: "Nothin'."

Our brave heroes climbed over the barrier, and down to the cavern below.
There they were met by... absolutely nothing.  No hungry Dragons, maniacally
screaming slime monsters from the planet Sh'rue'y*ed, not even so much as a
rabid Kobold.  It was a huge, irregular cavern, about 60 feet across, with 
entrances in the north and the east sides.  Our footsteps echoed, but there
was no other sound.


Dan Parsons	   "Nice place. Wouldn't want to build a house here, though."
NAVERO X
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