SCI-FI FANTASY SUNDAY
About three weeks ago, my good friend Kyle finally unleashed his DM skills upon our gaming group and the results have, thus far, been extremely satisfying. Its our first Pathfinder game and, for those of you out of the know, Pathfinder is basically Dungeons and Dragons 3.5 + several corrections to rules, balancing of classes, and simplification of material. Basically, think of it as D & D 3.75. And, in our campaign, I am playing a D & D character that indulges several character fantasies of mine and I would like to share a little prologue about his exploits before we get into the cool storyline of our game sessions and the characters within.
Before I get into it, I want to assure I will be continuing The Action Society, Bastards & Buggers, YŌKAI soon. If you have a preference over which one you would rather see continued first, please leave a comment or send me a message about it.
You can see the last chapter in both below.
And here are some links other relevant articles.
SILVERFISH
PROLOGUE PT. 1
A fat body of water, carbon, and a variety of other elements walked through the market square as if made from something magical or divine. The body was in no way magic and neither were its purple silken wrappings. The body in question belonged to the Merchant-Lord Gargan, of the Gargan shipping empire that stretched from coast to coast and stretched the coffers of its founder. With his bald fat head, pink skin pulled across like sausage casing, over piggy-little black eyes, and a smiling mouth filled with gold, silver, and left-over bits and pieces from his breakfast, the corpulent fellow was the picture of the fat merchant. As he examined the various stalls in the market, the merchants and patrons gave him and his two guards a wide berth.
The guards in question were especially foreign, even by Goldshire's metropolitan standards; One guard was elven in nature, but stood about seven feet tall and looked as if stretched vertically to be strangely solid despite his lean form. He wore a brown cloak, his eyes were bright gold, his white skin covered in black symbols, and he we more pierced than a pincushion. He walked with a spear that stood as long as he. The other guard was a strange looking fiend; all green skinned with large ram-like horns and under-bite. Some mix of orc and demon covered in muscles that looked like they could break boulders. The two were hired for their skills, but their appearance was enough to help scare off a smart thief. Unfortunately for Gargan, the thief he was most afraid of, the thief that had stolen whole shipments of food, valuable artifacts from his vaults, and was the talk of the city had little in the ways of the self-preservation that the average thief was known for. Reckless, hardly described "Silverfish".
"ALMS! Alms for the poor and the uninformed!" A scruffy and bedraggled beggar called to the portly profiteer as he walked by, holding a bowl, above his head, and bending low to appear as humble as he could. His blind and crippled associate smacked his leg with one of his canes with a mucusy hiss, "Infirm, Duck-Bob! You idget!"
Gargan wrinkled his nose before their foul scent got the chance to, moving himself aside, and giving an annoyed look to the skinny elf guard, who lifted one of his legs and with a single kick, knocked Duck-Bob the Beggar onto his ass and then his head. The orc-like fiend guard laughed heartily as he watched Duck-Bob's own lanky body tumble over itself.
Duck-Bob's companion swung his cane from where he sat in an soap box at the orc, "You'll be sorry for messing with downtrodden, sirrah! Silverfish comes to those who bait the poor!"
The orc growled and laughed, walking to catch up with his boss, "Let him come! I'll tear his head off and put it in your bowl!"
"Blow it out yer arse!" The crippled beggar called after them as his companion slowly pulled himself from the ground like a broken doll.
"Ya think Mr. Silverfish would help us, Squirrely?" Duck-Bob asked, sitting down, and setting his bowl atop his head.
Squirrely shrugged, "Suppose if he ain't got nothing better to do. Crazy Marl said he put some gold in his bowl not even a week ago after that business down at the fish market."
"Who ya think he is?" Duck-Bob asked.
"Prolly, just another wannabe hero." Squirrely shrugged, listening for the sound of a purse filled with coin, and the footfalls of the giving.
"Dusty says he might be a guard or, or like a prince or something!" Duck-Bob watched the merchant-lord looking at some rugs at a nearby stall.
"Dusty says there are crocodiles in the sewer," Squirrely sighed, "And besides, we ain't got no royalty around here. And another thing, you ever heard of a prince with a tail?"
"Princes don't have tails," Duck-Bob agreed, "He sposedly ain't even human, Marl says."
"Marls says-" BOOM! "What in the nine hells was that?"
Duck-Bob dived for cover besides Squirrely, as a series of small explosions suddenly went off in the square and the whole place filled with an inky yellow smoke. Shouts and screams were heard throughout the courtyard as the merchants tried to discover the source of the smoke or ran from the square in a panic. Then, they heard the orc let out a loud and guttural yelp as he stumbled and fell to the ground near them. Gargan hollered, "GET HIM! GET HIM!" From withing the smoke, as they saw it begin to lift, and dashing up a nearby stall was a cloaked figure in grey being chased by the tall and lanky elf figure. The orc lay before them with a welt swolling up on the back of his head.
Squirrely smacked at his friend's legs, "What was that?! What's happening?!"
The figure in the grey cloak leaped from market stand to market stand trying to escape the quick footing of the elven pursuer. Duck-Bob cheered, "He's getting away!"
He watched the figure swing around the roof of a stall and kick the elf in the face knocking him into a cart of cabbages that collapses and buried him in produce. The grey cloaked figure ran toward the alley of our two begs, running between them, the loud klink of coins hit their bowls, and the figure scaled the walls of the alley to escape to the rooftops. The last thing Duck-Bob saw dart over the edge of a roof was a thick grey tail with a spade-shape at the end.
Squirrely reached down and felt the familiar feel of a gold ducat in his bowl, "Duck-Bob was it him?!"
"It was! He has a tail and everything!" Duck-Bob cheered, "It was Silverfish!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
