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From: dparsons@jarthur.claremont.edu (Daniel Parsons)
Newsgroups: rec.games.frp
Subject: Humerous Situations: Navero I
Reply-To: dparsons@jarthur.Claremont.EDU (Daniel Parsons)
Distribution: usa
Organization: Harvey Mudd College, Claremont, CA
Keywords: The Adventures of Navero, of the Correct and Unalterable Way


I like all these postings about funny situations which keep happening to
otherwise perfectly normal adventurers.  In my opinion, the game should be
funny.  For the last 3 years I have been running a character who, through no
fault of his own, always manages to be hysterically funny just through
inspired incompetence.  

	I now give you, without further ado...

NAVERO, PRIEST OF THE CORRECT AND UNALTERABLE WAY!!

Our story begins when our Hero is chucked out of his monestary at age 16 to
go out and learn the ways of the world.  The Order is (as you might guess
from the title) quite Lawful Good, but dear Navero has a streak of
obstinancy in him, concerning how following the rules might not apply in
every situation; this means he asks lots of stupid questions, and annoys the
h**l out of his superiors.  It was decided that this rather foolish youth
should go out into the world, and see for himself, that the Way was the only
way; perhaps experience and a few clouts to the head would teach him to keep
his mouth shut.  

	Our Hero was not sent out all alone, of course: a half- elven mage
named Dania (female, 4' 9", VERY earthy) had stopped by to purchase some
Holy Water, but could not afford it, and so instead of paying was told to
escort this young idiot for a little while, and see that he didn't get hurt.

	The rest of the party was assembled in the traditional barfight.
Dania had gone into a tavern to unwind, as Navero had been pestering her for
days: he had never been that far from home before, and everything prompted
his curiosity.  Dania went into the tavern; Navero tagged along, and
received the shock of his youthful life.  People sitting around, not doing
anything productive, willfully imbibing spiritous liquors!  Gazing at his
new friend with obviously unwholesome thoughts!  (He didn't seem to notice
that she was gazing right back.)  The noise!  The smells!  This must be one
of those pits of decrepitude that Father Gulucios sometimes spoke of, when
warning about temptations!  But how could anyone find this sort of behaviour
tempting?  It was so... vile, and undisciplined, and really icky!

	Our hero stood up on a table, and began to preach.  He wasn't nearly
as good as Father Gulucios - the big man with the black beard and scar on his
face knocked Navero down, and some more people started tossing him around the
room, and everyone was laughing at him.  Then he landed on a VERY big man
who grabbed the man with the scar and struck him in the face.  A great fight
began; It swirled around the room, Navero in the middle; he tried to tell
them about the eternal damnation of their souls that these actions would no
doubt assure, but no one would listen.  Finally, a small man in a suit of
plate mail (YES! a PC!) grabbed Our Hero and dragged him out into the
street.  

Cavalier: "You stay out here, good holy man... er, choir boy, er...  No
	   matter - I and my companions shall sort out this lot of unruly
	   peasants."

	There commenced much sound and fury, signifying nothing.  After it
was all over, Dania came out, looking rather disheveled, and told Our Hero
in no uncertain terms never to do anything like that again.  

Navero: "But I must!  If I do not, I will have failed my duty to my faith.
	 'One must strike when Opportunity grants it.' It is written that 
	 our duty is sacred, to bring the light to the world, and save those 
	 who are lost."

Dania: "YOU almost lost your <obscene gerund> HEAD!!  And mine, and that
	really <censored> <censored> <really censored!> you <Racial slur>.
	I ought to..."

	But at this moment, the short person in plate mail came out of the
tavern, with someone who looked like a mercenary, and a mysteriously cloaked
figure.  There was a dent in the short person's helmet, but he did not take
the time to try and explain it.

Cavalier: "Well, that was entertaining.  You there, young priest!  Do you
	   know any sorts of healing arts?"

Navero: "Um...  I took my training from Father Angorian, who once..."

Cavalier: "Very good!  We have need of a healer, as we are going north to
	   seek out an Orc lair that needs to be emptied.  It shouldn't be
	   too much trouble, but your presence would be appreciated.  One of
	   the others may have a need of you.  There should be riches and
	   glory for all involved.  Your little friend can come along too,
	   if she likes."

	And so, the party formed and we went on our first adventure. I
know that this hasn't been particularly funny so far, but what happened in
that Orc lair should make up for it.  When Navero first went into combat,
the results were... well, shall we say, what you'd expect of him?


THE PARTY SO FAR:

		Navero, 1st level Human cleric
		Dania, 1st level Half-elf MU
		"The Cusinart", 1st level Drow Cavalier
		Rizudo, 1st level Human fighter
		"Dark and Deadly", 1st level Drow Assassin

Sadly, this was a few years ago, and most of these characters are no longer
with us, and I do not remember all of their names.

To be continued....

Dan Parsons                           "But please tell me: What's an Orc?"
NAVERO1
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