CHAPTER 1:

Session 1: WebRPG Chat Log File [Thu Mar 02 12:40:04 CST 2000]

PROLOGUE

[Mike]: Baerstolwef and Robhammed.

[Kyle]: The history of the game.

[Mike]: Baerstolwef is a mountain dwarf from the mountain of Stok

[Mike]: Baerstolwef was exiled from her mountain.

[Mike]: She was tortured by bugbears.

[Mike]: She hates them above all else.

[Mike]: Robhammed was a chief of the palace guard for a Silver Elf lord.

[Mike]: Rob fell in love with his master's wife.

[Mike]: They never slept together, because Rob was too honorable.

[Mike]: But he could not continue in his duties.

[Mike]: His master became aware of Rob's feelings.

[Mike]: Rob's love for his Lord's wife was considered a betrayal, and Rob was asked to leave.

[NOTE: Rob's history has since changed.]

[Mike]: Then yes, Rob is nearly killed by the bugbears near Baerstolwef's camp.

[Mike]: Baerstolwef saves him and nurses him back to health. SCENE 1

[Mike]: Okay--you guys are heading into a nearby town.

[Mike]: Give me a name for it.

[Kyle]: Massachusetts

[Kyle]: Barlow

[Mike]: You are headed into the town of Barlow.

[Mike]: You've been on the road for just a few days.

[Mike]: This is the first time Baerstolwef has been more than a few miles from Stok.

[Mike]: On the road, there is occasional traffic, but you guys don't talk to anyone.

[Mike]: You get very odd looks from most people who pass (mostly humans).

[Mike]: The town of Barlow sits at the base of the mountains.

[Mike]: It is mostly a farming community.

[Kyle]: Passing townsfolk.

[rob]: day o night?

[Mike]: Day <>

[Kyle]: Fuck!

[rob]: ho god run!!!!!!

[Mike]: Anyway.

[rob]: I smell bug bear

[Mike]: Barlow does get some traffic of people looking to cross the mountains.

[Mike]: You've reached town.

[Kyle]: Still day?

[Mike]: Rob has been telling Baer that this would be a good place to get her some new gear.

[Mike]: Baer doesn't see any reason for new gear.

[Mike]: Yes--still day.

[Mike]: Rob has also been out of commission for a long time, and feels it would be a good idea to earn a little cash. [Kyle]: What kind of gear do you think I need to get?

(Bethyaga whispered to rob): tell him to update that dirty old armor (Bethyaga whispered to rob): and maybe get a new sword

[rob]: we should look for work......

(Bethyaga whispered to rob): she still carries a sword she stole off a damn bugbear

[Kyle]: I agree, even though we don't need the money for new equipment on my behalf.

[Kyle]: Can we earn money looking for trap doors?

[rob]: Lets go to the local tavern and solicit our swards

[Kyle]: Well, maybe we can find someone who needs an escort over the mountain.

[Mike]: There are actually three taverns in town.

[Mike]: But you guys go to the closest one.

[Kyle]: He said people need want to do that- it sounds like easy money.

[rob]: Grog any one

[Kyle]: I want to be a mountain escort.

[Mike]: It's early evening--not quite suppertime

[Kyle]: How crowded?

[Mike]: The tavern is also an inn.

[Mike]: There are about 5 people inside.

[rob]: they have all the inside info

[Kyle]: No- jackass- we will act as guards for people wanting to cross.

[Mike]: Three at a table together. They are old old men.

[Mike]: Drinking ale in the afternoon and gossiping.

[Mike]: The other two men actually look a little better off.

[Mike]: One carries a sword.

[Kyle]: Are the other two together?

[rob]: greetings .....we are travelers and are looking for work.

[Mike]: The two are talking together in low voices.

[Mike]: The old men are LOUD. And laugh a lot.

[Mike]: Probably laughing at you. Kyle stands back and let's Rob approach the two together.

[Mike]: There is an innkeep. He is busy cleaning.

[Mike]: No one else here. Kyle keeps an ear on the conversation of the old men.

[Mike]: Wait a minute.

[Mike]: How are you guys dressed? Kyle is sporting a woody.

[Mike]: What do you carry into town.

[rob]: Do you now of any one who needs escort over the mountain?

[Mike]: What do you carry into the tavern.

[Mike]: Rob--we'll get back to the job hunt in a minute.

[rob]: can they see my sward under the robes?

[Kyle]: I'm still in my leather armor. I left my cart outside and took my valuable stuff in with me in a sack. The crossbow is still at my back and weapons at my side.

[Mike]: Okay then.

[Kyle]: its spelled sword

[Mike]: Rob is in his leathers and has his scimitar at his side under his robe.

[rob]: suck my dick.

[Mike]: The robes hide most stuff.

[Kyle]: lolol

[rob]: dicky

[Kyle]: Are my open weapons posing a problem?

[Mike]: Baer is fully armed and armored.

[rob]: make no mistake I'm ready for trouble

[Mike]: Yes that'll be a problem.

[Kyle]: If the barkeep approaches me- I'll gladly wait outside while Rob talks to the others.

[Mike]: The old men stop their laughing and stare at the two of you.

[rob]: quit rolling those friken dice

[Kyle]: I'm not going to put down my weapons.

[rob]: Yes......do you now of any one needing an escort?

[Mike]: The innkeep says, "Here now. We don't need any of that in here." Kyle goes and waits outside next to her cart without making a fuss.

[Kyle]: As she leaves she says to Rob, "I have every confidence you'll do what's necessary."

[rob]: ( to the innkeep) yes we will be on our way in just a minute

[Mike]: One of the old men yells to Rob, "There's no work here for the likes of you." The other two laugh like this was the best joke ever.

[Mike]: [thanks Kyle]

[Kyle]: No problem

[rob]: and what kind of likes is that my good friend?

[rob]: standing there as large as I can be

(Kyle whispered to Bethyaga): Can I hear the conversation from outside? I'm keeping an eye on Rob in case of trouble.

[Mike]: The innkeep spots Rob's sword. "Look. I just don't want no trouble."

[rob]: do I need to duck?

(Bethyaga whispered to Kyle): Yeah you can hear.

[Mike]: "There's been enough misery lately."

[Mike]: "Why don't you take it over to Henry's? They's a rough lot there anyway."

[rob]: No problems here innkeep (I turn and exit)

[Kyle]: Well, that was successful.

[Kyle]: I say we go to Henry's and rumble with the sharks.

[Kyle]: 'Cause when you're a jet, you're a jet.

[Mike]: One of the old men shouts something about "Elven pride" as Rob leaves. Again, they all laugh.

[rob]: I look to you Kyle " should we make a sign will escort for food"

[Mike]: lol

[Kyle]: No- but maybe we shouldn't just walk into these places looking like freaks and going, "Hey- anyone want to hire us for anything?"

[rob]: Kyle put your spider down and lets show them what elven pride is!!

[Kyle]: So you want to go beat the crap out of old men?

[Mike]: That would be so cool

[Mike]: And so bad. Kyle takes off his weapons and puts them in the cart. Kyle leaves his giant spider on top of his stuff (as guard)

[Mike]: Kyle--show off your elven pride

[rob]: I do the same but keep a dagger Kyle enters the bar again. Kyle is weaponless.

[Mike]: Same bar.

[Kyle]: Same bar.

[rob]: I follow

[Mike]: STOP.

[Kyle]: Okay.

[rob]: I offer to buy the same men a drink

[Mike]: Note on languages:

[Kyle]: Good one.

[rob]: what???????

[Kyle]: When I talk- it will be in pigeon English.

[rob]: Ya Ya

[Mike]: For right now. Rob--you speak the local language.

[Kyle]: Me tink dis DM crazy, mon.

[Mike]: Kyle--you understand pretty well, but don't speak so good.

[rob]: got to pea can I have two min?

[rob]: please

[Kyle]: Sure- but that's a lot of pee.

[Mike]: Yeah. Pee break everybody.

[Mike]: BRB

[Kyle]: While their gone- I'll take over the game. Kyle attempts to take over the game. Kyle is worried. Kyle says, "Did I just type that outloud?" Kyle runs and hides out of fear of the wrath of the DM. [Mike]: Back Kyle peeks out from his hiding spot, suspecting that everything has blown over.

[Mike]: SMITE! Kyle shouts, "Shit" and hides again.

[Mike]: Kyle's head is blasted from his pitiful frame. Technical Interlude Kyle wants mike to know that he really likes the third person thing. Kyle knows Mike is jealous of his ability to naturally respond in third person.

[Mike]: Where did you get hexes? Kyle also knows that Mike is envious of his typing ability.

[Kyle]: Right click on the map and go to properties. You can also change the size of them. Kyle is looking for Rob.

[Mike]: Cool Kyle is confused because it seemed like they were just in the bar together a minute ago.

[Mike]: Hey--can you change your text color?

[Kyle]: I don't know. Should I click on the RPG box?

[rob]: back

[Kyle]: Just kidding.

[Mike]: It would make it so much easier to differentiate between the two of you.

[Kyle]: How would I do it?

[Mike]: I think you get it through your icon at the bottom of the left hand box.

[rob]: put the name's as rob and Kyle

[Mike]: (the folders window)

[Kyle]: Is this better?

[Mike]: Blue is good.

[rob]: what are the #'s next to the names?

[Mike]: Don't know.

[Kyle]: It's your connection speed.

[rob]: Mike can you be red?

[Mike]: Wow. I suck.

[Mike]: Red red?

[Kyle]: Mike- change your color too. We should each have a different color.

[Mike]: Okay.

[Mike]: Mine is maroon here. Not for you?

[Kyle]: Yeah, but it's practically black.

[rob]: as a dark elf black is fine

[Kyle]: Rob- you're good.

[Mike]: How's that.

[rob]: love it

[Baerstolwef]: Very nice.

[Mike]: Cute. Baerstolwef has changed her name back

[rob]: simplicity is the key

[Baerstolwef]: I like it better this way now that we know who we are by color. End Interlude

[Mike]: Okay--so where were we?

[Baerstolwef]: Okay, so this tall dude and a bald midget walk into a bar.

[rob]: trying to buy the jerks a drink

[Mike]: Tall black dude and his ugly midget chick. Baerstolwef tries to sit as close to the old men as possible.

[rob]: the first guy to call me darky is dead

[Baerstolwef]: darky

[Mike]: Okay--you guys walk back into the bar. No weapons now. Baer sits at a table near the old men.

[rob]: Okay it was a bluff

[Mike]: Rob goes up to the barkeep and says...

[rob]: Grog for the two infidels

[Baerstolwef]: Rob- the two dudes weren't the ones laughing at us.

[rob]: who?

[Baerstolwef]: The old men were

[Mike]: I think he means you two.

[Baerstolwef]: Oh, sorry. Baerstolwef waits patiently for grog.

[rob]: my cpu is making lots of noise so if I drop off I 'll be right back

[Mike]: The innkeep says, "Sorry, we're tapped. You'll have to come back after supper."

[rob]: still here

[Baerstolwef]: Rob says to the barkeep, "Still here."

[Mike]: He keeps wiping down the bar.

[rob]: what? money has no race

(Mike whispered to Baerstolwef): Baer hears the old men speculating on whether these two look like killers.

[rob]: if you want no trouble you should find some....... Baerstolwef approaches Rob and motions that we should leave.

[Mike]: "It ain't about race, friend"

[rob]: Okay...... Baerstolwef says, "This is not a time for trouble."

[Mike]: "We like it quiet here."

[rob]: lets try another place

[Mike]: BRB--1 minute.

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