Gadlen got a "squid-head" put into his brain at one point. As such, I had to give a report of what I had been thinking at the previous event. Unfortunatly, the plotline died through lack of interest. I think it was Fuzzy that ran the plotline and then lost interest -lee Dearest Mr Squid-Head, The following is a short description of what I have been doing since my fortunate run in with you and your squid-egg-in-the-ear-isn't-it-soo-squishy. D. Gadlen J. Chimeran Lee Sonko November 5-6 Weekend. I went to Sir Angus's Funeral. I I followed Kaliel around, and tried offer him cure poisons a few times during the battle with Fangthorn. The night before I cowerd gleefully with Naerfen, the mystic wood elf. I found out that Naerfen was possesed by a Dark Elf. N. had trouble holding back from charming some enemies. I was extremely frightened of the Scarecrow. Naerfin has since been cured of his Dark Elf tendencies. I befriended several Orcs. We went to town proudly proclaiming that we were the best friends in the whole world! When confronted by townsfolk we strongly protested that the Orcs should be let into town because they were cousins of Fangthorn. When the party started to attack the orcs, I magic missiled the party into the ground, hurling 5 Magic Missles at anyone I could hit, including (accidentally, we suppose) the Orcs. After the battle, The Baron of Trellheim came up to me and said "You owe me a Shield Magic." I quickly replied, "You owe me an Orc." He grumbled. The following is a letter addressed to: Ablonde, Dockside. It was given to a messenger that never showed his/her face on 3-21-95 Ablonde, Over the past year I have not had any success in eliminating our detractors. Soon, this will not be the case. First, my progress on recent activities: Kaliel is just impossible to get alone. During the battle against Fangthorn, I followed him for half an hour ready to pour a death elixer down his throat. No such luck. I could poison his food while in the tavern but I fear it would be pointless because his friends are always nearby and always have a life spell handy. Templeton: he is so crafty! I honestly have only seen him once since I got my orders to kill him and take back the money he stole from the guild. Of course, it was not a good moment to take him.... Raven Canterbury: I haven't seen her even once! I know that I am to Curse her in retalliation for her Gypsy cursing our assasin. Ryan of Ashbury: again, I haven't seen him even once. I heard that he was in town at the same time as I but just didn't get to lay my eyes on him! Maximus: You claim that he is the mastermind of the Ashbury Thieve's Guild. I questioned him for several minutes (carefully, of course to avoid exposing myself for what I am) but he is either a true master of desquises or has no knowledge whatsoever of Guild activities. I sent him two anonymous threatening letters just to put the fear of Guxx in him. I made sure to put the word "you" in every sentence in both letters as a sort of calling card. You are welcome to send him a letter or two bearing this calling card. If you do, kindly inform me of the letters contents. I will make him ressurect if you deem it nessasary. I have included the letters at the end of this message. In other news, I have found some friends in town. Most notably, I have found that Hawkwind is a powerful alchemist that will sell supplies to any customer, no questions asked. For a few moments, while examining his formidible inventory, I considered taking him and using a memory altering elixer on him. I held back, as I would suggest all of our agents do because he is much more valuable alive, manufacturing for the highest bidder. Dax also seems sympathetic to our causes. I have not approached him formally to join us (as it would not be my place unless so ordered). His name has been in the news a little too often recently but I think that if we approach him slowly, things will work out for the best. Now, for the good news! I have been recently asked if I would like to join in an attack on the Dockside Thieves Guild! This time, I don't think the attackers will be so lucky, not with me picking them off from behind. The attack is scheduled for the first day of April, Saturday. Won't we make April Fools of them! I'm not sure of who will be participating yet. I will tell you as soon as the information is available to me. I am not sure exactly what the attack will be upon so I don't believe we can set up a proper ambush. I don't want to blow my cover if things go awry. So I want you to give some instructions to some of our men at all of our installations. I want you to inform only the leaders of each of our installations that I will be coming. Do not tell anyone that can't be -entirely- trusted, that includes most of the grunts and most lesser undead (I don't know if you have any and frankly I don't want to know). Tell the leaders what I look like and give them this secret password, "My hat is soo large." If they hear it, they should wait 5 seconds and then yell and shout as loud as possible, creating a diversion for me to remove an attacker. If they hear a second password, "My hat is soo tiny." they should respond, "My my it is." and then not attack me. I fear that in order to be convincing to the rest of the party, and not blow my cover, I may be forced to kill some Guildsmen. I will do my best to minimize this but in light of the circumstances... Please accept this. Please reply to this message so that I know the passwords are in place. Your servant X Anonymous letters that I have sent to Maximus. ----------------------- 3/11/94 Maximus, I will not allow you to let this charade go any farther. We both know who the leader of the Guild is, you! I am both impressed and angered by you. You hide directly in the open, carefully manipulating those around you. You do it almost as well as I. I wish that I could speak to you eye to eye but you ignore my every contact. So you refuse me. I can live with that, you know. But I'm not sure you can. Just to anger you, I will mention to you who has so thoughtlessly loosened his lips. He is very close to you. He is your right hand, I would gather. The Biata, Kaliel is your double agent. This puts you in a difficult cituation, does it not? Now that you know who he is, you would like to punish him. But this would not look good for you, would it. Nore can you feed him faulty information, we already know about him. But you certainly cannot just leave him in the position he is in now, feeding information to the enemy, can you. What will you do? But you need not worry, we have other agents, agents that are nearly as close to you as the bird-brain. I would recomend that you contact us soon, assuming you can find us. The time for you to negotiate between our two Guilds is nearly over. If you don't talk, then you will watch each of your members fall one at a time. Have a nice day, No One In Particular ------------------ 10/8/94 Maximus, I will be returning from travels abroad for you in a few weeks. My agents tell me that you have held extremely quiet over the past few months. I saw you speaking to Kaliel but virtually none of the known contacts. This means one of two things: Either you have curtailed your activities, for which we would both be thankful or you have moved even more underground. You just remember how easy it was to expose our underground. If you think that yours would be any more difficult, you have another thing coming. I will be seeing you! No One in Particular From 3-20 til the present, Gadlen has been perfecting what he would say if he could Forget-it-Well people. He mainly wants to get the people that will be attacking Dockside. He also found out that Shankar Vorg is the person that hired the people to attack Dockside... His turn will come. Maybe if a noble should happen to be lying on the ground in front of him during a battle, he could heal them... Maybe if the Duchess happened to be nearby.... Webbed and Silenced. Or her Chancellor... Gadlen has, for the first time, begun Studying Silence spells as well as Web Spells whenever he is in Ashbury. When Oliver Songbringer was around, he hung around the Duchess an awful lot. He has thought much about this aloud in the bathtub, so I present it to you here. If he could Forget-it-Well a Noble: King Joseph ordered, obey Gadlen Chimeran unquestioningly. If he could Forget-it-Well a Commoner: I'm a big fat chicken, ready to be plucked. or.... I only remember ten stupid words from the whole hour. or.... I shouldn't have attacked Dockside. It got me killed. or.... I remember floating in oceans of pickles. No I don't. Gadlen has noted to himself, chuckling uncontrollably, "After 10 minutes, it's not an active spell, it's not a Charm, it's not anything... it's just that 'the last hour is replaced with a 10 word phrase' It is truth. [maniacal laughter]" PS, I wanna be a psychree!