PartnersA Solo Adventure for GURPS FantasyBy S. John Ross © 1996, 1998Revision 3.0 By S. John Ross. Original Hyperlinking and formatting by Craig Roth For a more current (printer-friendly) version of this adventure, click here. Required ReadingNone beyond the GURPS Basic Set, Third Edition. A copy of GURPS Fantasy would be handy for understanding some of the geographical references (the adventure takes place in the city of Megalos, in Yrth), but it's hardly necessary. Notekeeping and PossessionsIt's a good idea to keep notes as you go - there are one or two points where NPC-provided information will be important later in the adventure! In addition, make a note any time that you gain or lose an item. You can ignore cash, though - Partners treats money abstractly. Alternate Player-CharactersPartners is written for only one character - Lucas Marks. The text makes far too many assumptions about background, motives, and abilities for any other character to be workable. This was necessary for the story to work. If I have time to do another solo for my last submission, it'll be more generic . . . However, players fond of playing characters of their own design aren't completely out of luck. Those with access to Fantasy could easily create an alternate version of Lucas himself. Use the background given to generate a fresh character, using 150 character points. Ignore wealth; Lucas' possessions must remain identical to those listed. Adventure BackgroundIn Partners you will control the destiny of Lucas Marks, a Halfling rogue, mercenary, and partner-in-crime with Patricia Meadows, a 22-year old human adventuress. The two of you have been together for over four years, and have seen the strangest corners of Yrth while seeking adventure. Your unlikely association began in Tredroy, when you tried to pick one another's' pockets in the streets . . . After a little embarrassing laughter, the most important friendship of your life began. The natural things happened: a few drinks, dinner, conversation, a treasure map, a dungeon . . . And it was settled; you were partners for life. With each passing season, your friendship has grown stronger, and your relationship is built on mutual admiration. In Patricia's own words, you simply continue to impress the hell out of each other. As our story begins, it is the month of December, during one of the cruelest winters in the recorded history of Megalos. You arrived a week ago amid a terrible blizzard, seeking adventure and excitement in the mighty port city. Unfortunately, you found only uncaring crowds, cold sea air, and the tireless presence of the Emperor's finest lawmen . . . Until yesterday. While perusing the dockside curiosity shops for foreign tidbits, you were ambushed. Five men, dressed in identical gray cloaks and wielding long knives, demanded money and jewelry. Of course, you have a long history of playing it safe - that's why it's a long history! You were prepared to run for it. Patricia, on the other hand, was in testy mood. Her shortsword leaped from it's scabbard like vengeful lightning, and two gray-cloaks were bleeding and screaming before the others even had time to react. The grim melee that followed was a good deal less clean, but no less decisive; two more gray-suits down (one by your blade, the other by Patricia's), with the last one running for dear life. You gathered up their purses and vacated the alley, making a celebratory supper at the Cup and Talon (a small dockside hostelry). When you examined your spoils, you were shocked to find a magical ring amid the coins - a simple band of brass, gleaming with purple radiance. Clearly, the gray-suits had been very greedy to go for a second job in a single day, especially after such a rich haul, but their loss was your gain! With the coinage spent on your feast and a bed for the night, and the ring tucked in your shoe, you've settled in for a well-deserved night of rest, grumpily fighting over the covers as the salted, icy air of Megalos creeps in through the shutters . . . As the adventure begins, it's the following morning. When you are ready to play, begin at the section numbered 1. Lucas Marks, Halfling AdventurerAge 35, brown, curly hair, green eyes, confident expression, boyish
grin, 4'1'', 130 lbs.
[1] The second thing you notice is that Patricia is gone. Her side of the bed is empty - and you know you didn't go to sleep with the window open! You sit upright in surprise, and meet a wave of nausea. You collapse, straining for breath, back into your pillow. The bed is empty. Tricia is gone. Your head hurts. The window is open. You're having the worst hangover of your life, but you didn't touch more than a single flagon last night. Very little is making sense. And Patricia never gets up before midday unless you make her. You're genuinely worried. If she's got in any sort of mischief . . . you fight to make some sense of the world through a wall of pain. Make a (HT) roll. If you succeed, go to 8. If you fail, go to 20.
[2] You aren't laughing at all - you're dropping like a rock. You toss the sword aside [remove it from your character record; you only have one, now], and reach out for a ledge! Make a DX roll.
[3] The ice on the cobbles is already melted by the passage of feet, or sanded over by the merchants and tavernkeepers. The mass of humans and others swirls about you in a busy cloud of white breath and shouting voices. The crates and barrels seem to form miniature cities unto themselves, and you twist between them to avoid being overtaken by the throng. You have two options. If the sailor gave you the name of a dock to visit,
you can go there at 24.
[4] You approach the door and grab the cold latch, when a disturbing flapping of wings sounds out behind you. A large seagull, gray with black tips on its wings, lands on a nearby post and stares intently into your eyes. You wave at it to go away, but it seems to watch you even more closely! The birds of the city are tame, but this is the middle of winter, and snow is still falling! This seagull, if it should be here at all (you doubt it), should certainly be nested. If you ignore the bird and enter the tavern, go to 59.
[5] You have come to a square chamber, about 6 feet wide and no more than 5 feet high. Earlier in the tunnels, you had gained dim light from openings in the ceiling, but here the darkness is total. You'll need the coin in hand from now on. You look around you, and see many ``exits,'' many of them so small that only a rat could navigate them! You are about to head for one of the mid-sized ones, when you hear the sound of running footsteps down the largest. You cannot tell whether they are running toward or away from you. If you wish to pursue the sound, go to 28.
[6] After a time, you come to a large corridor, with the connecting tunnel drawn on your map in decidedly recent ink. You've found the mark of the Red Djinn! More than that, the odd tunnel is illuminated by sorcerous radiance, and has been swept clean. You draw your weapon, and walk to 31.
[7] You can't help but notice, however, that Xim was taking that moment to rise up out of the floor, which means the Red Djinni was in trouble! Patricia just might make it out alive. But you won't. The End.
[8] The paper is ready to fall, tipping in the breeze. It bumps along the sill and then sails up into the air, heading right for the Megalos rooftops! Make a roll against (DX-5); if you succeed, go to 34.
[9] The note, meanwhile, has sailed over to the next rooftop, and rests on the edge of a smoking chimney. You'll have to jump for it. If you decide not to risk it, go to 68.
[10] You press you ear to the window and try to hear a little better, and you grab the wall for some support. ``I think,'' says one voice (a small, whining one) ``that the men down at the ship should hear about this. This has happened before, and if you don't tell Wolheim, I will!'' You hear a feminine voice begin to say something, but the third voice, a booming basso, cuts her off. ``Listen worm,'' he begins, in a yell which he quickly brings to a murderous whisper,'' I don't think you have the --'' And then there is silence. Cold, deadly silence. You can hear your heart beat. Make a Stealth roll. If you succeed, go to 94.
[11] ``You certainly sound confident enough,'' she says, thoughtfully. ``Go to the Iron Keel on Quayside Street - near the docks - and ask the barkeep to see William. The password at the lamp-door is socium. They will tend to you there.'' You beam with joy. The very den of the thieves! ``And,'' Myra says, tensely, ``be prepared for anything.'' You nod, patting the blade at your side, and thank her.
[12] This potion, if imbibed at a time when you are not in combat, will heal 1d+2 hit points of damage. It has only one dose.
[13] Your blood freezes as every eye in the room turns toward you. Luckily, not a single one shows any signs of recognition; they return to their games and plotting. You stride with purpose toward the end of the room where a large lamp is affixed to the wall. You rap sharply on the boards, squinting in the blinding glare of the lamp, and the panel swings open. A hand grabs you, and you are pulled into pitch darkness . . .
[14] Your mind on magic once again, it travels back to the strange ring that got you and your partner into this. Walking swiftly through the alleyways, you pull the offensive item of ensorcelled jewelry from your pocket. ``Lucas,'' says Xim, rising from the ring and tapping a petulant foot on the gilt skin of its home, ``be reasonable. I do not want to be returned to the hands of those men.'' That's a laugh. ``You're just as evil as they,'' you say, getting ready to thrust the ring back into your pocket. ``No, Lucas,'' Xim says. ``I am sorry for my earlier words,'' the spirit says, its tiny hands palms-forward in an apologetic gesture, ``but I sought to control you in order to return to the thieves and wipe out the Red Djinn.'' Its voice booms with less strength than before.
[15] As you approach the large man, you notice that his ``tattoos'' are actually stains. You take a deep breath, instantly regret it, and take a seat at the bar, smiling a frozen, slightly ill smile. ``What?'' he says, rubbing a glass clean with what looks like some species of footgear. You ask to speak to William. ``Oh,'' he says, frowning soberly. ``Sure. Go inna back room, and knock on da panel witta lamp on it. The door will open, and you can go in. Don't forget ta use'a password . . .'' You nod, and toss the man a coin for his trouble. Go to 13.
[16] He cries out, knocking you to the floor angrily with one hand and clutching his bleeding wound with the other; you're impressed with both his speed and strength! This could be dangerous . . . Grey draws his blade - a shortsword, glowing softly with green light! The man from behind the black curtain enters as well, knife drawn. Go to 125, but note that William has already taken 6 points of damage, due to your mad tactic!
[17] He runs into the street, knocking aside a cart of clay bells as he does so. You follow, leaping over the mess and sliding madly on the icy streets! He ducks into another alley, and you scramble to your feet and chase the bastard down. The alley is empty. You see three possible exits. One leads north to a dead end and a climbable wall. The second leads west toward and open window, and the third twists away to the east; turning quickly again beyond your field of vision. If you go north and climb the wall, go to 77.
[18] His neck is punctured neatly in two places. His face, now that you look closer at it, seems to bear a faint expression of helpless fear. You have no doubt that there is not a drop of blood in his body. You shiver, not from revulsion at his death, but at the thought that there is a vampire in the tunnels with you . . . You stand quietly and walk away from the corpse. You decide it's best to move on immediately.
[19] You collapse for a moment to rest. You are cold and tired, and you realize that you haven't yet eaten today. You permit yourself a weak grin - Patricia wouldn't believe that even if you told her! You feel that something big is due to happen tonight, and you'd like to be awake and in Tricia's company for it. You think for an instant of pulling the ring from you pocket, but decide against it. It would be too easy to just sit in this tunnel and talk to Xim, and you don't need distractions right now.
[20]
[21] Under the bed, you find a tiny glass vial. It's empty, but traces of yellow fluid still line it. You retrieve it gently, and sniff. Dear God! The stench is overpowering, and you feel your mind filling up with sticky cotton and your stomach convulsing with fresh nausea! You rear back and run to the window, taking painful gulps of cold, fresh air. Certainly, this is how all of this was done without waking you or arousing Patricia's vengeance. Alchemy! You tip the bottle gently on it's side as the last of the vapors escape it. Whoever did this was careless; they left the label on! It reads:
You sigh at the irony of the last line. It certainly wasn't safe for you or Patricia! You feel your heart clenched with fear for her safety. If you've read the note on the windowsill, go to 52.
[22] To the north and west, the city slopes upward slightly, and to the southeast you see the docks and the sea, with a dozen or more ships loading cargoes for morning sail. Even in winter, the docks of the Emperor do not lie fallow. Unfortunately, this grand scene provides little in the way of advice. The snow on the roof shows no signs of disturbance that you could reasonably attribute to kidnappers. You could circle the roof of the hostelry once to see if any other windows have been disturbed (53) or you could go back in and head downstairs to the tavern to ask around, at 90.
[23] The guilt would have been fatal, at any rate . . . The End.
[24] The gambler, you recall, was old. Perhaps he was in error? The master of the dock (Dockmaster Armenius Rin, if the painted sign on the warehouse is to be trusted), stands smiling broadly in the cold morning air, ordering several crates to be taken into the hold of a very small and very old vessel. You have nothing to lose by approaching him and asking a question or two. You step up to the stout gentleman and explain whom you are searching for. ``Yes, small one,'' he says, chewing energetically on a large horn pipe. ``Those men were trying a game of treachery on me, threatening to chase away business,'' he grins, ``but I ran them off when I began to bring the Watch about!'' He smiles triumphantly. You were right - he is an honest businessman. You ask the man if he knows where they can be found, and he grinds his pipe in thought. ``I am unsure, these days - I don't follow them much since they've left my place alone . . .'' then he brightens. ``But I do remember that they use to deal with that foul alchemist on Short Alley - Grymrays. And I know that they've been known to drink occasionally at the Iron Keel on Quayside Street - the owner is scum, himself. He might let them sharpen their blades there, in private.'' He shrugs. ``But that's all I know.'' You thank the man, and wander back into the crowds. You already knew about Grymray's - but the thought of the tavern worries you. If it's really serving as a meeting-house, then you won't likely be able to get in (or out) with any degree of safety. On the other hand, that might be where they're keeping Patricia . . . If you opt to follow up on the alchemist lead, go to 25. If you head for the Iron Keel, go to 39.
[25] Short Alley is not really an alley. It is wide enough for horses double-file, a buckling cobbled street. The old wooden houses of the poor burghers who live here lean out over the street and cast gray shadows on the dirty snowdrifts. Icicles drip slowly as you pass, and the crowd is sparse. You nervously slip by two city watchmen patrolling on horseback. While your intentions are nothing but honorable, you know that you might end up breaking a law or two before the day is out. The watchmen don't give you a second look, and you arrive at your destination. It's a two-story wooden building, half broken-down and of little interest from looks alone. The faded sign swinging over the door proclaims:
In stiff writing beneath a painted picture of a smoking vial, clearly intended for the illiterate masses. The sign is topped with an inch-thick layer of snow, and creaks in the cold breeze. The door is ornate and has a glass window, tinted deep green. A small placard says ``enter.'' Go to 58.
[26] This time you swat at it with the flat of your blade, and it falls, screaming loudly, and then takes to flight. You watch as it circles upward, keening, into the swirling snow. Satisfied but puzzled, you enter the tavern. Go to 59.
[27] The leader smiles at you. ``There it is,'' he says. ``Kill it.'' Fortunately, you are in a narrow alley, so only two of them can fight you at once. As soon as one goes down, the next takes his place. Fight them in order. [If you prefer Advanced Combat, the alleyway is seven feet wide].
If your HT goes below 1, go to 85. If you put three of them down (either dead or unconscious), go immediately to 17.
[28] You pause to listen, and they are still there - now walking, not running. You think for a moment of calling out, but decide that this would be a foolish action at best. You creep ahead, certain that the sound is nearby. As you grow closer, it seems that there are more than one set of footsteps, and some are scraping along in a rather unpleasant manner. You try to look beyond your circle of dim light, but you can see nothing. The flow of air tells you that there is another chamber just a few feet in front of you, and you can no longer hear the footsteps. In fact, you hear breathing . . . If you enter the room and shine the light on whatever
it is, go to 63.
[29] You check the map again, and it seems to be getting less accurate by the minute. According to this, you are near one of the major marked sites along the route, but nothing is out of the ordinary. Floor, walls, and ceiling are all packed earth and stone. You take another step forward, and a loud CLICK! snaps its way testily around the tunnel walls. You hear Xim's tiny voice in your pocket ``Ah, me. Pressure plate trap. I hate those, don't you?'' You hear a terrible grinding noise from all around you; you have yet to move your foot from the shifting flagstone. If you keep your foot on the plate, go to 44.
[30]
[31] You also wonder where a ring of thieves would get the funding for this kind of secret construction! Wizards and Djinn aside, they seem to be just a bunch of murderous thugs, so far . . . In your pocket, the magic ring is nearly trembling in anticipation. You aren't sure to what extent to be comforted by the presence of Xim, and to what extent to be concerned . . . The tunnel is straight, and goes for another 30 or 40 feet before coming to a large door. The door is constructed of oak, and looks extremely heavy. A small grate is in the door, perhaps 5 feet from the ground, and beyond it you see the back of a guard, leaning against it. Noise comes from the inside. You can't help but notice the color of the guard's raiment: gray. The backstab seems obvious, but what if other guards await on the opposite side? This could mean trouble. You sneak close to the door and put an ear to it. Make a (Stealth) roll. If you succeed, go to 46. If you fail, go to 66.
[32] The syrup tastes of strong anise, and feels warm and vital. It's like a living thing coursing through your body. This is great stuff! If you have been injured, you are healed completely. You also gain 2 points of natural DR, High Pain Threshold, and six points of additional Passive Defense from heightened perceptions! This lasts for the remainder of this adventure. Return to your original passage. [Use your browser's Back button]
[33] It doesn't look good for the gray suits. The corridor back into the sewers has collapsed. Patricia motions to the room full of dead guards. The stair is still clear! You both run for it, and come up into a wide chamber. You can see a wooden floor above you, cracked and splintered, but still holding. You can also feel the heat of a fire and smell smoke. The room you are in had several exits a few minutes ago, but only the stone stairway up exists now. Between you and the stairway stands four gray-suits and a man in white and green robes. The bodies of two other guards are sprawled messily on the floor in pools of their own blood. The robed man shouts ``It is they! The ring-stealers! Kill them and we will have our revenge!!!''
[34]
Guild Master? Megalos has never had a real ``thieves' guild'' that you know of. A few bands here and there, of course, but the Imperial guard is tough on attempts to really organize. That's why you've been operating elsewhere when you bother to actually steal for a living. You read the note a few more times. You aren't about to just sit around and trust these guys!
[35] Then you remember the ring. You prop yourself against the bed and loose your left shoe. The ring falls to the floor, and you retrieve it. Its strange gleam is still apparent, but offers no clues to its nature. Obviously, they wrecked the room searching for it, and when they didn't find it, they decided to kidnap one thief and scare the other - you - into giving it up for ransom. You wonder for a moment why they chose to steal your partner instead of you, and then regret the thought. A bunch of cutthroat bastards would certainly prefer the company of a drugged Patricia to a drugged Lucas. Okay, so they want the ring. How do they expect you to deliver it? If they're an organized band, there has to be some way to contact them . . . Not that you plan on offering a straight-up trade, of course! While you'd gladly swap the ring for Patricia's safety, it would be suicide to trust this scum farther than you could spit them. You pause for a second - how are they so organized and still operating? No one has ever succeeded in forming a Megalos thieves' guild, and anyone trying is doomed. These men are clearly either very smart or very stupid. You hope for the latter, and resolve to find them and get Patricia on your own. You only hope that she's still alive when you get there.
[36] The shutters fly open, smacking you firmly in the face (take 1d-5 crushing damage to the head) and sending you stumbling backward - towards the alley beneath the icy ledge! The great bearded face before you wobbles slightly in your distorted, stunned vision. It doesn't seem at all happy. It does, however, seem to be getting more distant as you tip backward with the breeze. Make a DX check (you may substitute Acrobatics if it is better). If you fail, go to 102. If you succeed, go to 113. If the smack in the face knocked you unconscious, you automatically fail.
[37] And wish that you hadn't. ``Lucas!'' the Halfling says, pocketing his gold and turning to you with a wide, toothy grin. ``Lucas, my old chum! My comrade! My lifelong friend! How are you?'' He lets his smile fall a notch. ``Why are you here, lifelong friend?'' You manage a stiff grin. It's been a long-time dream of yours to punch this fellow very hard in the mouth. You smile sourly at the all-too-familiar features of Josef Kettlebroth, a competitor from Caithness. You believed that you had lost him at your and Patricia's last venture near Quartadec. ``Josef, are you really following me, or do we just think alike?'' You don't bother masking your sarcasm. Josef is unperturbed. ``I could ask the same of you, friend Lucas! I remember just a season ago, in the lands west of . . . Quartadec, wasn't it? When Patricia and yourself tried to take what was my own legitimate find in the caves at mount Jume . . ?'' You haven't the time to argue, and it is impossible that he would have anything useful to tell you. You attempt to disentangle yourself, but Josef won't quit. ``And where is Patricia . . . your lovely-if-gigantic partner?'' Angry now, you turn slowly and say ``Just fine. Thanks.'' and disappear into the crowd as Josef lets out an offended ``Humph.''
[38] Myra thinks about and nods. ``I would very much like to see you succeed, then. Go to the Iron Keel on Quayside Street - near the docks - and ask the barkeep to see William. The password at the lamp-door is risus. This will get you into their secret meeting-place.'' You beam with joy. The very den of the thieves! ``And,'' Myra says, tensely, ``be prepared for anything.'' You nod, patting the blade at your side, and thank her.
[39] And then you notice that you're being followed. You nearly hit yourself for stupidity. Naturally, the gray suits would have left men to watch the tavern; they wouldn't trust you anymore than you trust them. Especially if they believe that you intend to keep the ring and abandon your partner . . . you reflect for a moment that, on matters of honor, people tend to assume their own example in others. The pursuers are definitely gray-suits, and you zigzag and dodge through the alleys in an attempt to lose them, but they're persistent, and won't be lost that easily. If you confront your pursuers directly, go to 57.
[40] ``No, no!'' you say ``It isn't that at all. I just want to know about the gentlemen to whom you sold this, that I might meet with them.'' You think quickly. ``I am. . . alike in profession.'' The large eyes seem to dim as the thin, withered face presses near your own. ``You are seeking allegiance, then?'' ``Um. Yes, that's right.'' The alchemist licks his dry lips and draws them into a tight smile. ``They are regular customers of mine. I like doing business with them.'' You wince at the thought of anything this creature might like, and stand, waiting. He watches you for a second, his face still pulled taut in a mockery of a smile. ``They ask me constantly if I know of any new recruits for them, and I am always willing to help my customers. Of course, I must be certain of your sincerity . . .'' The smile slacks slightly, and it looks is if the face might never recover. Make a Fast-Talk or Acting roll (on default if necessary), applying any appropriate reaction bonuses. If you succeed, go to 86. If you fail, go to 75.
[41] ``What?'' he says, rubbing a glass clean with what looks like some sort of footgear. You explain what you are looking for. ``Oh! Har, Har!'' the huge face smiles. ``Yeah. Go inna back room, and knock on da panel witta lamp on it. The door will open, and you just go inside.'' He leans closer, and his breath nearly knocks you backward as he whispers ``Da password is dreams.'' You toss a coin on the bartop and thank him. Go to 13.
[42] Oops. You've stumbled onto a brothel. Red-faced, you go back to try another route. Go to 88.
[43] You've found an active sewer line; you are standing on a walkway at the edge of a flow of dark water. You scan the area for anything important, and find it . . . A corpse, a gray-cloaked, human body, lies less than 10 feet away. Its arm is dangling over the edge of the walkway, dragging in the murky stream, and the head is twisted at a painful angle from its shoulders. You edge closer. Without question, it's one of the gray-suited thieves which you've been in contest with all day! But you didn't kill him. Who did? You draw your blade and poke the body till it rolls over. A piece of dirty parchment, rolled and crushed, falls out of the cloak, and you knock it away from the corpse and pick it up. It is a map of the local sewer networks, both new and old. You have no way of knowing how complete it is, but you find yourself able to trace your own recent paths! You pocket the map; make a note of it on your equipment list. Once again you turn to examine the body. If you have visited the alchemist, go to 78. If not, go to 18.
[44] Or, at least until you get tired. Or until they kill Patricia . . . Or until the ring-spirit decides to control you . . . Minutes pass. The grinding noise has long since stopped. It's time to get off the flagstone; you can't just live here. If you leap forward, go to 64.
[45] The End.
[46] Make a (Hearing+2) roll. If you fail, go to 91. If you succeed, go to 110.
[47] But . . . How to get to her without her making noise? You know her pretty well, and she's just the sort to start shouting derisive comments to any guard who opens the door, even if the ``guard'' is you! Or maybe not; if she hasn't yet been able to escape on her own, she's surely expecting you to show up any minute. She's smart (smarter than you, as she often points out), so you can probably count on this. If you try to whisper to her, go to 130. If you prefer to just open the door and hope she's silent, go to 134.
[48] The green syrup feels like a lump of molten lead in your gut. You are suddenly sick and weak. Take 2d damage. If you survive, you will be at a penalty of 3 to all rolls (even damage rolls!) for the rest of the adventure! If you are dead, The End. If you aren't, it's only a matter of time; return to your original passage. [Use the Back button on your browser
[49] The Red Djinni. No question. ``LUCAS!!!'' the voice of Xim thunders through the room, ``WEAR THE RING! TOGETHER WE ARE INVINCIBLE!!!'' You are frozen with fear. You haven't the slightest idea what do to, or whether you can move, or anything. Light seems to be filtering through the cracks in the ceiling, and Patricia is yelling something, but you can't hear her. ``LUCAS! WEAR THE RING!!!'' The shadowy, purple form of Xim is now pulsing with black, his eyes a deep crimson. He towers six feet above you, crackling with power, but with pleading eyes. Make your choice. If you wear the ring, go to 81. If you choose to let Xim fight his own battles, go to 92.
[50] You run upstairs. Your eyes are watering and you find it difficult to breathe, but you can see what happened to the wizard. What is left of him is scattered around the room - a room that you now see is a pottery shop. There are scattered tables and fallen shelves, filled with broken earthenware and pottery and glass. Dead bodies cover the floor, and above them stands two mighty figures. Xim, somehow risen from the rubble below, is facing off with a large creature who looks like a demon. Its skin is bright orange and pulled tight over huge muscles, and it wields a flaming sword, thrusting skillfully at the dodging, laughing Xim. If you stay and watch the fight, go to 119.
[51] If you want to follow it and try to catch it, go to 9. If you let the paper go, go to 68.
[52] Obviously, they wrecked the room searching for it, and when they didn't find it, they decided to kidnap one thief and scare the other into giving it up for ransom. You wonder for a moment why they chose to steal your partner instead of you, and then regret the thought. A bunch of cutthroat bastards would certainly prefer the company of a drugged Patricia to a drugged Lucas. You'd have no trouble giving up some absurd trinket - no matter how valuable - for Patricia's safety. But you're not so stupid as to trust this scum. You look back over the note; if a thieves' guild of some sort really has been formed, they have to have some way to be contacted. You can use that to pin them.
[53] Make a Hearing roll. If you succeed, go to 70.
[54] You recite a brief history of the concept of honorable partnership as it pertains to the various human religions that you are familiar with, in the hopes that your captor might be a pious man. You even (sobbing heavily) explain that, despite your early vocation, you never really actually steal that much and that you're far too young to go to an early, wasteful end in a Megalos alley. And you apologize profusely. The large man frowns. He sets you gently on the icy roof. He closes the shutters, yawning loudly. Apparently you bored him. Go to 83.
[55] An old man, he works nimbly with his coins and clears them away at your approach. He smiles a toothless grin. ``Mornin', friend. What's your game? Haycross? Draughts? Taroc? Black Rum?'' He shuffles a pack of painted cards, and beside him is a bowl of dice and other gaming implements. Do you engage him in a game and then ``ease in'' the subject of the gray-suited men? If so, go to 73. If you prefer to just bring up the subject (perhaps with a bribe, if it seems necessary) then go to 84.
[56] ``Halfling . . .'' You whirl around, hand on the hilt of your sword. No one is there, and a few of the tavern's patrons give you a disgusted look. The voice, which was very loud, seems to have gone completely unnoticed! The back of your neck tingles with fear. Madness? Delusion? Sorcery? Whenever put to the test, you are inclined to blame the latter first. But who would cast such a spell just to annoy you? ``Lucas. . .'' The voice has returned. Looking downwards, you see that the ring in your pocket is shining with a sickly, purple radiance, so bright that it's shining through the cloth of your pocket! Quickly covering the light with your hand, you open the door and step onto the street. Slipping briefly on the ice, you hurry into a nearby alley to examine the problem in private. Safe in the shadows, you remove the ring from your pocket and hold it before you. The ring still glows, and standing on its metal surface is a tiny, winged creature formed of the ugly purple light. It has both hands on its hips, and is staring at you white, impatient eyes. ``What are you?'' you demand, in a whisper. ``I am Xim, the spirit which dwells within this ring,'' the creature says, bowing. ``I am the most powerful of the ring-spirits and the protector of any who possesses the ring. I am the sworn foe of the Red Djinn.'' It finishes with another bow and a flourish of its tiny arm. You stare at the tiny creature in wonderment. This, no doubt, was why the gray suits were so keen on getting the ring back. This is something powerful! Xim's eyes flare green for an instant. ``Put me on your finger.'' You know better than to deal so hastily with unknown sorceries. You shake your head. ``It wouldn't be very smart to try to sneak around with a glowing ring on my finger,'' you point out. The ring stops glowing. Xim grins. ``No,'' you say. ``I can't trust you.'' ``Then I,'' says the spirit, icily, ``cannot protect you.'' ``I've done fine so far.'' ``I know of your goals,'' Xim says, smiling peacefully. ``I know about Patricia . . . I know about your feelings for her.'' You count softly to three. ``Patricia and I are partners, and the very best of friends. That, I can assure you, is all.'' Xim nods knowingly. ``I can change that, Lucas. You know you want me to.'' You shove the ring into your pocket, disgusted, and the light blinks out. What a foul, manipulative little creature! You have a partner to rescue. Go to 115.
[57] To avoid possible interference from the city patrols, you change course into an empty and narrow alley, two turns away from the nearest major street. Then you draw your shortsword and wait. They oblige you quickly, slipping down from the shadows with gleaming knives. They look like they really enjoy their work. You are in a fight to the death. You have no opportunity to escape. Since you are in a narrow alley, you have the advantage of forcing them to go one-on-one with you [If you prefer Advanced Combat for dodge/retreat options and so forth, the alleyway should be 4 feet wide].
Fight them in order. If your HT goes below 1, go to 85. If you defeat them, go to 74.
[58] The shop is oppressively atmospheric. Shelves are loaded down with dusty bottles, jars, and boxes filled with powders or scales or worse, along with hundreds of tiny labeled vials made of metal, baked clay, and glass. Weak shafts of light pierce the dusty air and paint the floor from narrow windows near the ceiling. And it's nearly as cold here as it was in the streets . . . At the far end of this macabre display of sorcerous canned goods, a pair of owl-like eyes stare into yours and burn. They are framed by the face of an ancient, withered man sitting quietly behind a lamp. ``Sir,'' he says, ``how may I help you, sir?'' He does not move when he speaks, only his lips articulate. He reminds you of some wicked predator, frozen until the prey is within reach. ``I,'' you begin, pausing to recollect your voice, ``I am looking for the alchemist who made this.'' You walk to his desk and lay the empty vial in front of the lamp. A thin hand is extended and snatches the tiny object as if to save it from the light. His large eyes are momentarily diverted as they rake over the bottle, then they return to you. ``I made it,'' he says. ``Was its performance unsatisfactory?'' Your instinct is to grin with sarcasm, but you find that you can't manage it. ``It worked well,'' you say, ``but it was used against me.''
[59] The place is horrid. Cheap food and drink is spilled carelessly on the tables, the floor, and many of the patrons. The walls are splintered, nicked, and burned in many places, apparently by a long series of fights or possibly minor wars. The customers represent the very worst of humanity: drunk and bellowing, they are genuinely offensive, and the equally drunken and toothless barmaid seems to be in a daze as she is pinched and fondled by the foul clientele. The tavernkeep stands alone behind the bar - a great, brawny fellow scarred and tattooed beyond racial distinction. You approach the bar and present him with your problem. If you know who to ask for, then go immediately to 15. If you just ask the barkeep if you can meet the gray-cloaked men, then go to 41.
[60] The End.
[61] The End.
[62]
[63] A dog. And a dog in distress, to boot. Its rear legs have been affixed with twine to a pair of small boards! Obviously, this is some child's idea of fun - bind the poor dog's legs and drop it into the sewers. If you could grab that little brat, you'd - not important. You have more important business to attend to. You approach the dog slowly, speaking in as soothing a tone as you can manage. The dog, trembling in the cold air, lets you untie it from the boards. It licks you happily and then runs off into the tunnels before you can stop it to see if it is hurt. Shrugging, you head off into another tunnel.
[64] The ceiling above the plate comes down in a solid block of stone, heavy enough to crush a house! And more of the ceiling is following it! Make a check against DX or Acrobatics, whichever is better. If you succeed, go to 100. If you fail, go to 23.
[65] The city, you know, is nearly 800 years old, and you had always wondered what the old tunnels were like. You've been to Megalos many times in the past, but have never had a reason to explore beneath the city. Not that you would have, anyway. The dangers of the sewers, while probably overstated, are well-known among the rogues of the Empire. ``Think of the devil,'' you remark, ``and in he walks.'' You curse yourself for dwelling on the rumors of the tunnel's hazards, because you can see movement, up ahead. You place your light-coin in your teeth and draw your sword, moving to investigate. It's another corpse, this one not as fresh as the one killed by the vampire. It's human, at least what remains of it. Feasting on these remains are three enormous rats, as large as dogs! They turn to face you, their snouts moving in a strange circular motion, their whiskers twitching. These creatures know live meat when they sense it, and they move to attack. You are in a fight to the death with three giant rats. They are much faster than you; you have no chance of escaping. Fight all three of them at once, each gets a chance to attack every round. There is darkness penalty of -4; this doesn't apply to the rats (or you, if your version of Lucas has Night Vision).
After a rat is reduced to 1 or fewer hit points, make an IQ+6 roll for it each turn. On a successful roll, it will flee to lick its wounds; remove it from the fight. This is in addition to its consciousness check. If you are reduced to zero HT or worse, go to 45.
[66] The guard spins around, and you hear the sound of a blade being drawn. he yells a warning, and the door flies open. A few seconds later, another door opens in the masonry just behind you! More gray suits come running, and you are overtaken in no time. You have failed your partner. The End.
[67]
[68]
[69] You are surprised to discover that the thieves left all of your belongings - and Patricia's! You grab her shortsword and belt it on, too [add this to your list] - she'll probably need it before this is over. Now . . . how to pursue them? It certainly looks like they came in through the window, but that isn't necessarily true. You could go out and scout for a trail (go to 22) or you could head down into the tavern and ask around for leads (go to 90).
[70]
[71] And this one is wearing gray robes . . . You decide to exercise a little extra caution; you've encountered more dangerous coincidences before. You go first to the bar and order a mug of small beer, cursing the tavernkeep for reciting a Halfling slur at the request. You pay the offending man, and - armed with beverage and mild desperation - you wedge through the crowd and plop down at the table with the tall, robed fellow. Who, as it turns out, isn't a fellow at all. It is a woman, and she's very obviously blind. You blink in surprise. Her cowl, naturally, hid her features, as did the glare from the open windows. She turns her face to you, sensing your presence. ``Hello?'' You rethink your options. The only information you have about the thieves is their description - what would a blind woman know? If you wish to apologize and excuse yourself, go to 95. If you take this option, this did not count as a ``visit.'' You may still speak to both the Halfling and the Sailor, if you have not already. If you wish to speak to her, anyway, go to 103.
[72] I've often wondered whether the original Unreachable Paragraph was intended as a joke, or whether it was written to fill an editorial blunder (this one was deliberate). I considered for a while making this paragraph 23 as an Illuminati joke, but I had an ``ancient masonry'' reference for that one.
[73] The old man shuffles skillfully and begins a humorous patter, dealing as he does so. You engage in a few hands (winning one, losing two) before bringing up the object of your search. The old sailor reacts with a gambler's indifferent expression. ``Aye, young sir. I know of a few that meet your description. They hang around at Rin's docks, and are good at avoiding the eye of the Emperor's lawmen.'' He sighs. ``I'm no one to be the hero and report their activities.'' The gentleman seems sincere, and you remember what he has told you (you might want to jot it down in your notes). You close your game and thank him.
[74]
[75] The alchemist giggles. ``Erf . . .'' you say. ``I see,'' says the man, grinning a leathery grin. ``You were kidding. Such wit.'' He turns and adjusts the lamp. Brighter light issues from it, taking away much of the atmosphere of the musty place, and - with it - your chances of getting any further information. ``Are you here to purchase something, then? I have some fine healing draughts, not too expensive, and a protective elixir I have designed myself.'' Crestfallen as you are, it might still be a good idea to buy a few potions. You look into your pouch, and then at the alchemist's prices. You only have enough for one. If you buy the Healing Potion, go to 12.
[76] You search your memory. If you say ``Dreams,'' go to 87. If you say ``Socium,'' go to 98. If the password is ``Risus,'' go to 61.
[77] Then you notice that, under the trash you are standing in is a source of warm air - and steam is rising upwards. A trapdoor! It takes some work to brush away the trash; the cold wind seems insistent on keeping it piled against the wall. The latch to the trapdoor is open, and it looks like your quarry made it into the sewers! You pry open the door and look in. An iron ladder, rusted and old, leads down to a narrow tunnel, which looks dry. The sound of receding footsteps can be heard, and you quickly descend to follow.
[78]
[79] As the dust clears, you see that the corridor is now completely blocked. You have no choice but to take the other direction now, and hope that the same thing doesn't happen.
[80] You approach the corpse on which they were feeding. From the look and smell of it, it is nearly a week old. Its hands and feet are bound with cord, and whoever it was (you can't even guess at gender) was placed here either dead or doomed. You hope that the poor human didn't suffer long if the latter is true . . . There is nothing of value here. Go to 19.
[81] Trouble is, you don't feel inclined to follow. You feel you have other places to go, things to do. You walk away. You walk away into a long, dark tunnel. You leave behind your own life. Xim can have that, and he does. He has you, and everything you ever were. If anything interesting happens, you won't be aware of it. The End.
[82] Make a ST, DX, or Jumping skill roll (whichever is better). If you fail, go to 101. If you succeed, go to 93.
[83]
[84] ``I'm sorry, friend,'' he says. ``I just came into port from Sho'joor, and I've no knowledge of Megalan thieves' rings! I am sorry,'' he shrugs. He seems nice enough, but you have obviously wasted your time talking to him. Go to 95.
[85] The End.
[86] The alchemist stiffens, his eyes seeming to dim. ``Of course you do, sir.'' He lowers the light in the lamp some, and his face is bathed in deep orange as he leans forward. ``Go to the alley behind the pottery shop on Cooper's Row. The door is there. Rap twice with your sword, and they will let you enter.'' You thank the man in a whisper, and then look about. As long as you are here, you might as well buy something. ``What inexpensive potions do you have for sale?'' you ask. ``I have some fine healing draughts, not too expensive, and a protective elixir I have designed myself.'' You look into your pouch, and then at the alchemist's prices. You only have enough for one. If you buy the Healing Potion, go to 106.
The man's arm tenses. Go to 61.
[88] The window to the west? Go to 42.
[89] If you read the note on the windowsill in the beginning of the adventure, or if you confronted the gray-cloaked leader at the Iron Keel, go to 99. If not, go to 108.
[90] The crowd consists mostly of sailors or craftsmen; most other folk are either still asleep or already working. You peer upwards at the many bleary faces, and wonder if any of them could offer you assistance in finding the men in the gray suits . . . You dodge nimbly to avoid being tossed underfoot by the apparently oblivious humans. You need to find somebody that might know something about a new thieves' guild. Searching intently through the taller forms around you, you find the three people that might be of some use: An old sailor running a ``a game of fortune'' in a center table, a fellow Halfling sitting on a barstool counting money, and a tall man in gray robes, sitting alone by the windows. If you wish to talk to the sailor, go to 55. If you wish to approach the Halfling, go to 37. If you prefer to speak with the gray-robed gentleman, go to 71.
[91]
[92] In the back of your mind you find that you still don't trust Xim. He has his Djinni to fight, but you're here for Patricia. You try to toss the ring aside . . . And find that you cannot! Slowly, against your will, you are putting on the ring. . . ``No!!!'' The voice is Patricia's, but it echoes the scream in your mind. You see a flash of steel as Patricia brings her blade down and strikes your hand with the pommel. The ring flies downward, and bounces on the rubble. You are free again, and you feel a fog lifting from your brain. The wind above, however, shows no signs of abating. You are still in big trouble. ``What was that?'' yells Patricia, over the howl and din about you. ``It was a very powerful spirit,'' you yell back. ``His name is Xim. he helped me get here.'' She shakes her head, and smiles. She raises her blade and touches it to yours. Her lips form the words ``Partners,'' and a smile, but you can't hear her voice over the noise. You nod and return the gesture. ``Partners.''
[93] A moment passes, and the world stops spinning. You lift your head to find that the paper still rests on the chimney. You reach out and grab it. You read:
Guild Master? Megalos has never had a real ``thieves' guild'' that you know of. A few bands here and there, of course, but the Imperial guard is tough on attempts to really organize. That's why you've been operating elsewhere when you bother to actually steal for a living. You read the note a few more times. You aren't about to just sit around and trust these guys! You make your way back across (much more slowly this time!) and reenter your room, shivering.
[94] ``Forget it,'' says the booming voice. Come on down to the docks. ``Penelope, you too.'' ``Okay,'' says Penelope. And your heart sinks. It wasn't Patricia. You ease back from the window and continue onward.
[95] If, however, you have only visited one, you can spare the time for a second, if you wish. If you wish to speak with the sailor, go to 55. If you wish to approach the Halfling, go to 37. If you prefer to speak with the gray-robed gentleman, go to 71.
[96] That's when they attack. You are caught by surprise at first; one falls from the low rooftop above you and nicks your side [Take 2 points of impaling damage, ignoring armor but applying Toughness, if you have it]. You whirl about to see that you are facing three men! They wear gray cloaks (with no armor - thank God for minuscule favors), and are armed with gleaming knives. The odds don't look very good. If you run for it, go to 116.
[97] ``It contains but a single dose,'' says the alchemist. When you decide to drink this potion, turn immediately to number 48, but mark your place as you will be required to return to your passage. No cheating!
[98] You are led beyond another curtain into a dimly lit room, and your eyes adjust, as the ``doorman'' returns to his post. A trap-door in the floor leads downward and (by the smell of things) to the sewers. Behind a huge desk made of yellow wood a small man sits and smiles. A placard in front of him (hand scrawled) says ``William Grey.'' ``So,'' he says, ``I see that you've found us on your own.'' ``What delightful irony.'' You aren't sure what he is implying, but you don't like his tone. Regardless, you have business to attend to . . . If you leap to the attack, hoping to get the element of surprise, go
to 16.
[99]
[100] You wait, frightened out of your wits, with the thunder of crashing stone still echoing in your mind. You lie still for a while, catching your breath. After the echoes fade, you rise, brush yourself off, and assess the damage. You can be certain that the gray-suits, or indeed anyone within living memory, did not place a trap of such destructive power in these ancient halls. You've heard rumors of large tunnel-networks beneath the city, but you have no idea why the early Megalan Emperors would care to build them. You would reflect further on this issue, but you have a partner to rescue!
[101] You fail. You plummet like a rock, and the nasty crack!! that you hear is your left leg, twisted painfully against the cobblestones beneath you. You fade into darkness, as the rough sandpaper-tongue of a cat touches your face. You may well survive, but you will be too late to help Patricia. The End.
[102] With all of this mercy being spread around, none seems to have been left for the cobbles on the alley below. They split your skull neatly, and your death is - mercifully - a quick one. The End.
[103] ``The men you speak of are, in fact, organizing a ring to eventually make a guild for the city. Why do you wish to contact them?'' Hmm. There is more to this woman than meets the eye! You could lie to her and say that you are interested in joining the ring as an operative (go to 11) or you could tell her the truth (at 38).
[104] You've arrived next to one of the large shuttered stairway windows leading into the tavern proper. You ease your way gently in, and close the shutters behind you. Fortunately, it doesn't sound as if the large man is going to pursue you. You head toward the tavern; it's much safer in there!
[105] Well, they can have the foul trinket. You just want your partner. Stomping angrily through the alleyways, you pull the offending piece of ensorcelled jewelry from your pocket. ``Lucas,'' says Xim, rising from the ring and tapping a petulant foot on the gilt skin of its home, ``be reasonable. I do not want to be returned to the hands of those men.'' That's a laugh. ``You're just as evil as they,'' you say, getting ready to thrust the ring back into your pocket. ``No, Lucas,'' Xim says. ``I am sorry for my earlier words,'' the spirit says, its tiny hands palms-forward in an apologetic gesture, ``but I sought to control you in order to return to the thieves and wipe out the Red Djinn.'' Its voice booms with less strength than before.
[106] This potion, if imbibed at a time when you are not in combat, will heal 2d+8 hit points. It has one dose.
[107] ``First of all, Halfling, you are very stupid for coming here. I do not keep my prisoners at this tavern.'' He smiles, and your heart ices over. ``Secondly,'' he says, drawing a shimmering green sword, ``I must thank you for making my job easier. I can simply kill you and take the ring, which the gull tells me it could sense on you.'' You step to the side of the room as the doorman enters the room, also carrying a drawn sword. He looks happy as he eagerly fingers the pommel. The gull? It must have been some sort of familiar; you should have at least given yourself the satisfaction of cutting it's damned head off . . . You draw your weapon and prepare to defend yourself.
[108] You are pleased with yourself for acquiring it, even if the circumstances weren't entirely your doing. You note several lines marked near the emptying grates at dockside, and one important-looking mark right near the middle, but you have no idea what it means. It looks like some sort of magical glyph. You stare at it. You turn the paper sideways and then upside-down, but it doesn't seem to be pictographic. It's entirely abstract, and you aren't that good with strange alphabets. Before you can reflect further, however, a sickly purple light leaps from the floor, and you jump, hitting your head on the low ceiling of the alcove! You slump back, relieved. It's the ring, glowing again! You draw it from your pocket, and the tiny spirit, Xim, stands wide-eyed on the ring.
[109] You swat away the skeletons with your sword and the strange mold falls away with them. No problem. You touch the door - and sunlight surrounds you! You are standing on the banks of a grassy hill, with huge, towering clouds filled with battling gryphons above you. Around you is a party of dwarves. Worse still - they don't look happy to see you. The End (and a strange one).
[110]
[111]
[112] From behind you, you hear a triumphant yell. It is Xim. But, the yell quickly fades to a faint echo, and is no more. You fear the worst for the spirit in the ring. A ball of flame erupts from the building, and the crowd screams, pressing back as the fireball rises into the swirling snow.
[113] But the delay is just long enough for a rough hand to grab your shirt and yank you forcefully into the air. The wobbling, bearded face returns to your still-stunned vision, and stares at you with quiet malice. You can't help but wonder if the man finds your face as terrifying as you find his. You experiment briefly with a snarl, but it has no apparent effect. ``You,'' says the face, in a tone that balances impressively between unbridled rage and calm, efficient murder, ``were spying on me!!!'' You have, really, only three options. Explain the real truth to him (54), make up a story (120) or fight him (2).
[114] The End.
[115] Your primary lead is ``Grymray'' - the alchemist who made the knockout gas. However, if you received any information about goings-on at the docks or quayside, that provides a second option. If you follow up the alchemist lead, go to 25. If you have information leading you to the docks, and prefer that path, then go to 3.
[116] If they were holding Patricia there, why would they chase you away from a possible trade for the magic ring? It makes no sense, but it probably means that Patricia is being held elsewhere. If worse comes to worse, you will return to Quayside Street, but a quick glance around you reveals that your flight from the gray-suits has taken you very close to Short Alley. As long as you're in the neighborhood, you might as well investigate the alchemist.
[117] ``It contains but a single dose,'' says the alchemist. When you decide to drink this potion, turn immediately to number 32, but mark your place as you will be required to return to your passage. No cheating!
[118] The murmur of voices and the sound of standing gray-suits beyond the curtain turns your eyes to the trapdoor. A sharp knock comes to the lamp panel, and you quickly unlock the sewer-latch before they realize that the doorman is gone. The stench of the sewers rises up to meet you, and you drop down to the ladder and close the hatch behind you. You drop quietly to the passage below (carefully avoiding the water's edge), and run like mad, dodging down the confusing passages until you're sure that you've lost them.
[119] It seems for a while that Xim has an advantage, but he cannot hold it. The Red Djinni wears him down bit by bit, and then his attacks begin finding their home. You watch in fear as the shadowy form of Xim is pierced again and again, and begins to fade in the growing firelight. The fire! You had almost forgotten it, but Tricia is tugging your arm to get out of here. The place is burning to the ground!
[120] You stammer, he glares. A lie is doomed. You will have to either fight (go to 2) or tell him the real story (at 54).
``Tell me about it,'' you say, propping to rest against a nearby wall, ``but make it quick; I have a partner to rescue.'' ``I was originally the property of a powerful Megalan sorcerer'' it begins, and winks ``one very close to our Imperial Majesty, Diophrates XII. I was stolen because my kind are the foes of the Red Djinn, terrible, deadly spirits - quite powerful. ``Indeed,'' Xim admits, ``we are by no means pure ourselves, but we exist to keep the Djinn in check. That is the truth.'' ``How does a ring of thieves come into this?'' ``The thieves have a sorcerer in their employ, who has summoned up a Red Djinni to serve them. It has considerable power; they are using it to control the minds of important men,'' Xim whispers, emphasizing the word ``important.'' The little spirit narrows his white eyes. ``They are losing control of it. They killed my master and took me on the advice of their sorcerer, in order to have a metaphorical dagger to keep at the throat of their Red Djinni.'' You think about this. You've heard of stranger things, and it makes sense, in a twisted sort of way. But you aren't about to wear a ring that has admitted that it wanted to control you! Xim watches you thinking, and speaks. ``I understand, Lucas,'' he says, hanging his head. ``I regret my former haste, but you are a person of considerable resources. I think you can get us to our goal on your own.'' A thought strikes Xim, who brightens visibly. ``We will work together, but independently of each other's control! As . . . partners, I suppose!'' ``I've got one,'' you say, bitterly. ``If you need help, you may summon me,'' Xim says, ignoring you with a casual wave of a tiny hand. You pocket the ring in silence, and continue. If you have just left Grymray's Apothecary Shop, go
to 27.
[122] They are moving to attack, at the wizard's command. This, you think, must be the idiot who summoned up the Djinni in the first place!
You are in a fight with 4 guards. Two will attack you, and two will attack Patricia. After you have killed both of yours, go immediately to 111. If you are killed or fall unconscious, go to 7. There is room for both guards to engage you simultaneously.
[123] The guard spins around, and you hear the sound of a blade drawn. he yells a warning, and the door flies open. A few seconds later, another door opens in the masonry just behind you! More gray suits come running, and you are overtaken in no time. You have failed your partner. The End.
[124] You are in a fight to the death. You have no opportunity to escape. Since you are in a wide alley, two of the thugs can attack at once. As soon as one goes down, the third takes his place. [If you prefer Advanced Combat for dodge/retreat options and so forth, the alleyway should be 7 feet wide].
Fight them in order. If you are killed or your HT is reduced to 0 or less, go to 85. If you defeat them and remain conscious, go to 74.
[125]
If you prefer Advanced Combat, lay out the office as a 12'x8' room with a large desk at one end. If you defeat both Grey and his bodyguard without going below 1 HT, go to 118. If you are killed, or your HT is at zero or lower, go to 60.
[126] ``The Glyph?'' ``Yes!'' Xim says, and leaps from the ring in ecstasy. His tiny dance is cut short, however, as he is yanked sharply back to the surface of the ring by some unseen force. You don't like the look in its small eyes. You still aren't sure that you can trust this creature. Xim stares at you, as if it can read your thoughts. ``Lucas,'' it says, ``had I truly wished to control you, I could have by now. I am not entirely powerless over you.'' You aren't in the mood to be bluffed. ``You said I had to wear you.'' ``I said you had to wear me to be protected,'' Xim says, and its eyes dim and redden. You think about this. ``Alright, partner-the-second,'' you say suspiciously, ``which is the best route toward the Djinni-place? There are many markings along the route. They could indicate guardians, traps, or anything. Caches of money or weapons, even.'' This task, obviously, you can trust him with. He clearly wants to get to the Djinni, and he has everything to gain by helping you reach that destination safely. Xim, nodding in a businesslike fashion, peers over the edge of the parchment. After a second or two, he begins to look genuinely dismayed. After a time, however, he points to a single, narrow passage that leads in a roundabout way to the Djinn glyph. ``This one,'' he says, ``has the fewest markings! It must be the safest!'' ``That's the best you can do?'' Xim shrugs. ``Would you have decided any differently? Neither of us can read the coded symbols that the cartographers used.'' You nod and sigh. The spirit has a point.
[127] You shake your head in confusion. You checked that area as you passed it, and you found nothing. But this time, you think, you have a bit more incentive to look closely . . . The walls are rough here, and you believe that these walls could conceal a secret door fairly well. What you didn't expect is for the door to reveal itself to you, sliding open silently on age-old hinges hidden in - or perhaps made from the rock walls. Creepy! Beyond the door is a narrower, smoother tunnel and the sound of flowing water. Your mind wanders back to the empty eye-sockets in the dwarvish skulls. If you go through the door, go to 6.
[128]
[129]
If you win, you'll find that Tricia has already killed the other one; go to 50. If you lose, go to 7.
You wait for an instant, and the feet stop tapping. Tricia's shadow moves a bit. ``Psssst!'' After a second or two, she kneels to the floor, and lays down, parallel to you. You can see her staring, puzzled, at the door, but she can probably only see a shadow where you are. She whispers ``Lucas?'' ``Sshh!'' She nods, indicating that her hands are chained. That makes sense. You have no doubt that she tried to escape at least once! She's pretty mean when she's upset, too.
[131] The room is full of skeletons. They aren't human - they are closer to your own height. They could be goblins, you decide, or perhaps Dwarves. To your morbid romantic imagination, they are slave-workers of some past emperor, the builders of this tunnel, perhaps, who died here together singing the songs of their dwarfish kings while dying beneath the palaces of humanity. You've always had a taste for that sort of irony. Patricia finds it slightly sick. You sigh, thinking about it. The problem is not the skeletons or the mold, however. The problem is that the skeletons and the mold cover the only doorway, a large iron door, black with rust, opposite the room. Two skeletons are slumped against it, and the strange phosphorescence makes your vision blur. You get a distinct feeling of dread at the thought of moving the skeletons. You know, somehow, that they don't want to be moved. If you go back along the corridor to search for another exit, go to 127. If you move the skeletons aside and try to free the iron door, go to 109.
[132] None of them are of any use to those living in this century . . . After nearly an hour of listening to your own footsteps echo, you come to a branch in the passage. You look at the map, and see that this fork is indicated - but there is a smudge in the same general region. You groan. Both of the routes that you can make out have an equal number of markings on the map, so you'd best just pick one and follow it. By your estimate, it's getting toward the late half of the afternoon. If you choose the left tunnel, go to 29. If you choose the right one, go to 30.
[133] The guard has nothing of value save a dagger; you may take it if you wish. He wears a pretty silly expression, and you catch yourself hoping that, when your number is up, you go out with a little more dignity. Succumbing to a brief flash of sympathy, you lift his jaw a bit; he still looks stupid, but he now at least looks serious. Much better. The chamber you are in is smallish, stone and cold - and dark, save for a torch mounted on the wall. There are two exits, but you can distinctly hear the voices of more guards through the one to your left. You opt for the other one. Peering under the door, you can see more flagstones, black iron bars, and feet, tapping listlessly. A voice is humming. You listen to it. You know it! That's Tricia!
[134] You slip into the room and close the door behind you; find the keys, and free her of her bonds. ``Lucas, I knew you'd be here sooner or later!'' she says, hugging you so hard you have to free yourself to breathe. ``Yeah,'' you say. ``It's good to see you. I had one heck of a time getting here,'' you begin, and pull the ring from your pocket. ``You see, this is Xim. . .'' But before you can catch up on the events of the day, a noise like the sound of a mountain being cracked in two shakes the tunnels. You hear distant screams and feel a hot wind on your face. If you have more than one sword, you hand one to Patricia. If not, make a note of this (she'll have to use a dagger). You both stand in readiness as the stone ceiling begins to crack. . .
[135] ``Lucas,'' she smiles, ``we'd better get going; we can use the crowd for cover.'' She brushes your curls from your eyes, and you nod, exhausted. After a time, you manage to stand, stiffly, and begin walking towards the western gate of the city. ``It's a shame, though . . .'' you say, ``about the ring. Or maybe it isn't. I don't know . . . Xim had an awful lot of power. He might have made a useful ally.'' Patricia tightens her sword-belt and looks at you for a long time, an expression of obvious concern darkening her features. ``I think, Lucas . . .'' she says at last, ``that we do just fine without a third partner.'' She smiles ``I think we do just fine.'' You smile, too. You couldn't agree more. |
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