Coffee Stains

Player Characters
  • Kay, age 9 - Starlight, The Halfling Thief
  • Sue, age 12 - Alina, The Half-Elf Fighter
  • Tess, age 43 - Circe, The Elf Cleric
This entry is part 8 of 9 in TD4α - Eye of the Wyvern

Somewhere in Greyhawk in the Glorioles, Starlight glared at Circe. She could not believe she would do such a thing.

Somewhere in California at a table, Kay glared at Tess. She could not believe she would do such a thing.

Kay: Why? I wanted to keep it.
Tess: Kay, it was being used by the goblins to summon wyvernlings.
Kay: Are the shattered pieces worth anything?
DM: The pieces just look like broken glass. When she smashed the Eye of the Wyvern the color drained from the crystal.
Sue: Are you mad?

Kay responded with a pout.

Sue: Anyway, our house should be built by the time we get back to Eastbrook.
Tess: How much did that end up costing you?
Sue: We used the 500 gold the Patriarch gave us for the book.
Kay: We’re not going to be able to buy any funiture when we get back, because you destroyed the red gem we could have sold.
Tess: Give it up, Kay.
DM: Who says you’ll make it back?

The sun briefly darkened as a shadow passed over the party. Looking up, they saw the goblin shaman on the back of a larger wyvernling descending on them.

Orc Warboss on Wyvern

Me, Me, Me

Alina’s spear took out the goblin shaman before he could land the wyvernling. Starlight’s dagger hit a tendon in the wyvernling’s left wing which brought the creature to the ground. Circe’s mace crushed the wyvernling’s skull before it could attack.

Sue: You were saying?

The looting began.

Tess: Does he have anything on him?
DM: There is a satchel on the crude saddle he fashioned.
Sue: What’s inside?
Kay: Any coins on him?
DM: Who’s looking?
Kay, Sue, Tess: Me.
DM: Jesus Christ. Look. This is not something that you guys can split. So who is it?

They rolled dice. Sue won.

DM: Here. You find these.

From behind the screen I pulled out what looked like old parchments, stained with coffee. They were rolled up and tied with a piece of frayed rope.

As Sue slid the rope off and unfurled the letters, I headed outside for a cigarette. I wanted to give them time to digest the information.


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