(TFT) Branya 7, backstab

["David Michael Grouchy II" <david_michael_grouchy_ii@hotmail.com>]

    "A fall from great hights is thrilling"
    Heavy dark clouds roll in across the sky.
    "Embracing the dark always brings new friends"
    The clouds rumble and blue sheet lightning rolls across the sky.
         -Glemantrious "The Glamour Trip"

    With their own ship came new wealth.  The cargo hold is full and the 
lock box in the captains room is stuffed.  The team is quite pleased.  One 
of the members has an Idea.
    "Guys we need a name.  I say we call ourselves THE WRECKING CREW.  
We'll get flags made, and insignia for our armour.  We'll let people know.  
If they need something done, they can hire THE WRECKING CREW."
    With all this new wealth, fame, and power came new followers.  People 
want to join up with success.  masses of unskilled farmers are clamoring on 
the docks day and night.  They'll carry water, shine shoes, scrape 
barnacles, anything.  They just want to join THE WRECKING CREW.
    Naturally the team tightened security getting on and off the ship.   
Some people are let on board to be interviewed by the leader.  These are the 
experienced kind.  Accomplished fighters.  Mercenary veterans.  Some wizards 
of note.  But of all these, they only take one.  She uses two culass and has 
a great waist line.  In two seconds of deliberation she is made a full 
member of the CREW.
    THE WRECKING CREW gets a paying gig.  There are some subterrainian 
rivers that are a maze of dark lakes, stalagmites, and cold waters.  They 
take row boats, a lot of lanterns, and search for an abandoned wizard's lab 
in a stalagmite.  Somewhere.  In the winding underground rivers.
    They also have to map the way there.  A sage is hired for this and one 
of the row boats is outfited with a table.  Three planks across the middle 
of a boat.  Where the scribe can sit and make his map.  Distance is measured 
leap frogging two boats with a length of rope held between them.  
Occasionaly they drop a weighted string to take depth readings of the black 
water.
    The lanterns swing from their mounting poles and shadows leap and fall 
against the smooth erroded walls.  It takes about three days of getting lost 
before an enormous lake is found.  In the middle is a huge stalgmite.  "At 
least ten million years old by the size of it" says the sage.  "that or it 
was made by magic.  Maybe a water elemental could do it in a year."
    They find a small stone dock and tie up one boat to it.  The next boat 
is tied to the first and then the last one is tied in.  The team disembarks 
and begins searching the dusty old lab.  Inevitably some monsters are found.
    So this new member of the team.  The cute girl with two cutlass.  She 
proves her self quite skilled.  But she also reveals her ulterior motive.  
Waiting until the leader is badly wounded.  She attacks him from behind.
    Amazingly she doesn't kill him.  The first blow misses so badly she 
drops her cutlass.  The second doesn't do any damage due to the leaders 
armour.  The rest of the team finishes her.  They never do find out who 
hired her, or why she was sent.

    David Michael Grouchy II



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