Trash and Burn

Scribe Notes

Summary

Adventure: Trash and Burn
GM: Scott Whittaker
Season: Summer 793 WK

Party

• Aqualina, Water Male Orc (Scribe)
• Slasher, Non-mage Male Orc (Mil Sci)
• Shooter, Non-mage Male Orc
• Gorthag, Non-mage Male Orc
• The Reverend. Necromancer Male Orc (Leader)
• Tony Birdane, Namer Male Elf
• Flamis, Fire Female Human

Time on adventure

01/04/92 to 12/05/92 AP

Employer

None

Mission

Basic exploration. Rescuing a dragon

Plane

Glorantha

Heroplane

Brittania (and maybe a few others)

Places visited

New Pavis - City on Gloranthia

Old Pavis - Ruins next door

London - City on Britannia

Major NPCs encountered

Windwhistle - a wyrm

Dasnac - Hellhound

Sarah - disembodied voice on the HMS Eagle

King Richard the Eighth - King of Brittania

Original Scribe Notes

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Scribe Notes

31/03/92 Guild meeting time again. Thank goodness for that. I had already missed one opportunity for adventuring because I wanted to get some training in using weapons. Starflower had pointed out, since I was in a reasonably tough and strong orcish body, that I might as well take advantage of it. Fair enough but I'll be very glad to get out of it. It's like wearing an ill fitting set of clothes. They just don't feel right. On Starflower's recommendation I signed up on an adventure that had four other orcs in it. This adventure involved a trip to a recently discovered plane, called Glorantha, where we were going to investigate a ruined city and see what we could find. No party employer this time, just that these orcs had heard of the place and wanted to have a look. My fellow adventurers on this trip were: Slasher - a very big orc with several battle wounds. He had a reasonably high PB for an orc. He was 5'11 with long arms. When asked what weapon he had, he thumped a GIGANTIC two handed sword on the table. He was also wearing chain mail and carrying a crossbow. He told us he was a close combat specialist. Shooter - Slasher's twin. He favoured the crossbow. Apart from that they were virtually identical. Gorthag - An uglier orc than the other two. He was wearing chain mail and a large sword. He told us he liked drinking. The Reverend (Rev). He was a shorter orc than the others, only 5'8, and 18 stone. He was wearing leather armour and carrying a hand and a half sword as well as a crossbow. Also there were little bits of skin hanging off him. The others referred to him as a 'holy man' but I soon figured it out. He was a necromancer. Tony Birdane. This guy wasn't an orc. Instead he introduced himself as a humanoid. He was tall (6'2") and average looking. Most of him was hidden in a greyish hooded cloak. He said he was a Namer by hobby. I strongly suspect he's an elf and I hope the others don't find out. Apparently orcs think that elves are rather tasty. As for me, Aqualina, currently I'm inhabiting a male orc body (I originally was a human female) which was 5'7" and just over 14 stone. I was immediately christened 'Runt' by the others as they reckoned I needed a proper orcish name. I was wearing a nondescript aquamarine cloak (and not much else, apart from the loincloth, the red sash of defense, a scimitar and crossbow). I told them I was a water mage. Talking of new names, Tony was christened Tody by the others. Party leader etc was decided next. The Reverend, became the leader as he was the smartest of their group. Slasher was the military scientist, and I became scribe. I think it was because I already had my pen and paper out. All the other orcs pointed at me and said "Scribe!". We discussed where we were going. The ruins in question are called Old Pavis, with the city of New Pavis next door. Old Pavis was a favourite spot for treasure hunters but there was so much of it that there was a good chance that there was still something to be found. Also the New Pavis authorities kept a strict control on things. The access to Glorantha was through the local Trade Delegation, just fifteen minutes away. No need to take horses. Once the meeting broke up, Tony and I went to the Guild Library to find out more about Glorantha as at least two other parties had been there. The others decided to check out the Gloranthan Troll bar, called the Thunderbreath Gobbleguts, that had opened up recently in the docks. Curiously enough, since the place opened, the number of robberies, muggings, etc in the area had been cut at least in half. The story is that the trolls had been discouraging crimes in that area as getting mugged on the way to the pub was bad for business. I found quite a lot of interesting things about the place. For one thing, magic is divided into Cults, rather than Colleges. New Pavis had rules about weapons and armour. No armour was to be worn and weapons had to be peacebonded. The orcs weren't going to like that. To be allowed onto Old Pavis we were going to have to fill out some registration forms for adventuring licenses. There was a curfew in force, at least there was when the last adventuring party was there. I left Tony in the library while I wandered down to the bar to find the others and tell them what I had found out. As I suspected they weren't too impressed when I told them about the peacebonding and the curfew. When I arrived, Rev was talking to a rather scorched looking human at one of the tables. It was one of the Guild firemages, a chap called Spandex. He had been one of the first adventurers to enter Glorantha and was now part of the trade delegation. Rev was quizzing him for information and was basically learning the same stuff as I had. The others looked like they were settling down for a long drinking session. 01/04/92 I got down to the courtyard just in time to watch Slasher attempting to break the record for the amount of stuff to be loaded onto a mule. I was hoping he wasn't going to break the mule. However the mule soon made its feelings known by kicking him. Slasher tried to hit it back and missed. Finally we split the gear between two mules. We headed off for the trade delegation building. Once there we were magically scanned for iron. Seemed the stuff was rather valuable over there. Instead they use bronze, which is rather valuable here. Hence there were quite a few controls on trading the stuff. Once we entered the courtyard we were told to stand on a circular patch. Without warning, everything faded out and we found ourselves moving rapidly through some sort of multicoloured pyrotechnic display. I thought it was fun but Gorthag and Shooter were rather ill. Shortly after that we materialized on an identical area. It was dusk here (Glorantha is 12 hours out of phase with Seagate) which suited us fine as we planned to travel during the night and rest by day. So we set off. Dawn found us near a convenient cave so we decided to settle down. Slasher kept himself busy setting up traps - lots of them all around the place, including some very large bear traps. Ugh! I'll have to be careful where I step. He had also scattered caltrops about. One trap had been baited with some silver pieces. Meanwhile I went water hunting but all I could find was a small brackish pool. 02/04/92 (Seagate time) I drew the last watch with Slasher. Near the end of it, just as it started to get dark, there was a large CLANG. Investigations showed that one of the bear traps had caught a sabretooth tiger. Looks like its sabretooth for breakfast. The silver pennies were gone but the trap hadn't been triggered. Slasher reckoned it was pixies and started making plans to catch one. I told him he was wasting his time as those things move very fast. When the others arrived, Rev started skinning the tiger while the others had breakfast. They ate it raw. I decided to make a small fire and cook my bit. .2. While we were munching on breakfast, we suddenly heard the sound of a horse rapidly approaching. To my dismay, I realised the rider was one of the Guild Fire Mages. Slasher yelled at her to stop as the path ahead was littered with caltrops. She managed to stop the horse before it stepped on too many of them but ended up falling off and landing in an undignified heap on the ground. She sat up and started removing caltrops, while muttering something under her breath. I recognised her as Flamis. I had never met her personally but she was a firemage with a reputation of being a bit of a pyromaniac, but not as crazy as some. She was a reasonably short person, just slightly taller than I had been, with short blond hair and a freckled complexion. Most of her clothing was hues of red. She told us that the Guild Astrologer reckoned that we were going to need some extra firepower. While I was 'meditating' Shooter found me. He wanted to know if the newcomer was a Guild member or potential dinner. I was very tempted but decided to tell the truth. A few hours later the camp had been dismantled and we set off. I decided to scout on ahead. I did notice however that Shooter was eying up Flamis's horse, Flamefoot, rather hungrily. I could tell he was restraining himself and reminding himself that it was not a good idea to eat a fellow party member's horse, especially when said party member could fry you in retaliation. Nothing of interest happened that 'day'. When dawn started lighting the sky we settled down to camp. 03/04/92 Again it was Slasher and me on watch when one of the traps went off. This time it was a large snake, about 9 foot long. Slasher immediately grabbed one end and began munching on it. With a muttered 'Excuse me' I grabbed my scimitar and chopped off three quarters of it before Slasher had a chance to scoff the lot. It got divided up among the rest of us. Of course the other orcs had it raw, but Flamis had already lit a fire so Tony, her and I cooked our bits. Flamis was spreading a thin layer of some reddish sauce on hers before cooking it. When Gorthag noticed, he said 'Oooh yummy. Tomato sauce'. Before anyone could stop him he had scooped up a BIG dollop of the stuff and had spread it rather thickly on his portion. Shooter decided to have some too. What it really was, hit them about a few minutes later (it takes a while for an orc to realise that something is not quite right). Both of them made a rush to the ale barrel and began guzzling down the liquid with gusto. Flamis explained that the stuff was actually tandoori sauce and one of its principle components was chili. Slasher was rather intrigued by the effects of this stuff on his fellow orcs and wondered if it would make a good contact poison. So he coated some on his sword reckoning it should do extra damage. Flamis asked him whether he 'wreally' (she's got a really bad lisp) wanted his sword to do extra damage. When he said yes, she muttered something. Suddenly his sword burst into flame. Slasher was so surprised he dropped it, then stared at Flamis very suspiciously. She said that it wouldn't hurt the person using the sword as it was special magical fire and would go out in a few minutes. Sure enough it did, however Slasher still regarded the sword suspiciously before picking it up. On the way down the trail, at about midnight, we suddenly spotted a huge twoheaded snail in front of us. At that moment from behind us came some sort of scorpion man, and from the sides came four humanoid goats. Ambush! We were neatly encircled. It was time to draw swords and go for it. I went for one of the goat things on Slasher's instructions and nearly dropped my sword. (We later found out that the goat-like humanoids were called broo). Soon all the orcs were engaged in combat, forming a sort of defensive ring around Flamis and Tony. Just then, the scorpionman was enveloped in flame. He must be tough, as he survived it. Meanwhile I was having difficulty hitting my broo but Slasher was helping. Once that one was down we went to help the Rev. I noticed a burst of flame out the corner of one eye. Flamis had toasted the snail. I heard her boast later that it was a double-effect dragon-flames. Finally we had defeated them all. We were planning on capturing the last one but it decided to kill itself first. The corpse of the snail revealed two uncut gems, one small and one large. Neither of them were magical, but they looked valuable. We decided to follow their trail to see where they had come from. To our surprise the trail suddenly disappeared in an area that Tony said had a magical aura. I backed off from it as I was convinced it was some sort of ward. Tony reckoned it was some sort of teleportation area. Just as he examined it, the magic disappeared. The cooked snail was rather delicious especially after Flamis added something she called garlic butter to it. According to Tony it was a Dragonsnail. Meanwhile Rev had been doing a Speak with Dead and discovered that these things had been sent by a magic-using broo to ambush anyone who came down the road. This broo was based somewhere in the ruins of Old Pavis. These creatures had been affected by chaos. Slasher wanted to know what chaos was so I attempted to demonstrate. First I heaped up three piles of sand then use a colour cantrip each to turn them different colours. The heaps represented order. Then I mixed them all up. That represented chaos. Slasher finally got it when he realised that the creatures were mixed up bits from normal creatures. A short while later we decided to camp. I managed to find a small pool of clear water that was big enough for me to immerse myself in. So I cast a waterbreathing on myself and went to sleep. A little while later I was disturbed by Slasher laying traps all over the place. 04/04/92 When I woke up and clambered out of the pool I suddenly realised I couldn't remember where Slasher had put all those traps. I had to call him over to help me out. He wasn't sure either but I managed to find my way back to where the others were. I think that dip must have put me in a good mood as I even said 'Good morning' to Flamis. Nothing very interesting happened for the next four days.