EZ_Pedric Cuf
03-24-01, 05:29 PM
Greetings fellow rogues and scoundels! I am new here but I have taken the liberty to read all of the fireplace threads from day 1 (PHEW!) before I posted here. Along the way I found many intriguing stories, so I decided to post my own. I am new to EQ and have only been playing since December so I hope you will excuse my naivety (is that right?) Being a 15 year old in Kansas there aren't too many things to do, so I have a small hobby of writing stories (NERD!!!). Hope you enjoy!
not all events in the following story are consistent with the world of EQ and should not be treated with the same respect. Suggestive poses for the moose provided by...
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Just as he was adding the last drop to his latest experiment a knock came at the door to his homely burrow. Startled, Pedric spilled his precious work all over the table. Working quickly he managed to save some of it, but most was lost. Cursing to himself he opened the door with a loud, "WHAT IS IT!" Startled and annoyed he discovered that no one was there. Frustrated, and with nothing to vent his anger on, he kicked the stone doorstop. Cursing even more he sat down and rubbed his foot, and to his surprise he found a note on his doorstep.
Curious, he opened it. "Your expertise is needed" is all the note said. Instantly Pedric knew who the note was from. Pedric was not a social halfling, which is quite a rare thing as most people know. While others were having parties, Pedric was deep in thought back in his burrow experimenting, as he always was.
Pedric then grabbed a walking stick and headed out on the short journey through Misty Thicket to reach Rivervale. As he neared the tunnel leading to Rivervale people began to notice him. Mothers pulled their children away from their games and held them close to their sides while they whispered amongst themselves. The deputies on duty looked at him and then each other and let him pass, while keeping their hands on the hilts of their swords. Pedric ignored all of this and made his way right for the Fool's Gold.
Passing by a few drunk patrons he found the halfling he was looking for. "Ah, Gday to ye Pedric! How are ye? Do ye have any more of that fine ale ye make in that burrow of yers?" asked Mac Deepockets. "I got your note Mac. You know I got out of this business years ago. I wouldn't have even bothered to come here had I not known you wouldn't bother me about nothing, would you Mac?" replied Pedric, cutting straight to the point.
"Never been much fer small talk, have ye Pedric? hehe. Ye be correct Pedric, I do have something of importance. It seems that just a few days ago, them Erudite scum took it upon themselves to relieve ourselves of our loot! Now I wouldn't have involved ye in this, but we had just come across somethin I believe ye been wantin fer some time now. And seein how ye used to be the best in this here business, well I figured ye would be the best fer the job." "Please Mac, don't tempt me. You know I gave this up years ago when I got caught trying to relieve those snotty Erudites of some of their possesions. Barely escaped with my life I did, nearly got scoured of life in their accursed jail. I'd best leave the thrill to the younguns, they've got the bodies for it, I'm too old for this sort of thing. Now please allow me to return to my lab. Those poisons don't discover themselves, and I think I just made my best batch of ale yet. Now say no more of it."
But Mac wouldn't give up so easily. "Please Pedric, hear me out. I told ye I wouldn't have brought this up to yer attention had I not thought it worth your while. Amongst the loot we lost was the very item ye were tryin fer that fateful eve. Yes, that's right, the final ingredient to the ultimate poison itself. Leaves picked from the Plane of Growth itself, the most guarded forests in all the world."
"As ye well know", continued Mac, "These leaves will combine with a few other ingredients to form a poison that wil sap the life energy right out of an enem and allow yer years to be prolonged. Them blasted Erudites learned this, and that is why the scum pilfered the leaves from us. But they didn't get them without a fight!" Mac puffed out his chest.
Pedric was speechless. After a long while he agreed to take on the job. He pulled his armor out of his closet, dusted it off and then polished it until it's original shine came out like the day it came from the blacksmith. He unlocked the chest on the top shelf and carefully folded back the cloth, revealing two blades of perfect weight and balance. He suited up, collected his mere belongings, locked his door, and went on his trip to the famed continent of Odus.
He had been out of action for a long time, and he would need to gain his experience once again, but he felt like a new halfling. He would need no walking stick for this journey because Pedric Cuf, master brewer, excellent chef, dabbler in the art of poison, and the best thief of his time, was back in business.
THE END
(FINE)
Halfling Rogue of the 18th keg, proud resident of Xev
"If there's a better invention than the spork, I don't want to know about it."
Don't have my signature yet. Prolly not going to have this quote for it, but I came up with this late at night and I found it humorous (of course not sleeping for 48 hours has almost the same effects as being drunk)
Feel free to post feedback if you so desire Edited by: Pedric Cuf at: 3/25/01 11:40:13 am
not all events in the following story are consistent with the world of EQ and should not be treated with the same respect. Suggestive poses for the moose provided by...
---------------------------------------------------------
Just as he was adding the last drop to his latest experiment a knock came at the door to his homely burrow. Startled, Pedric spilled his precious work all over the table. Working quickly he managed to save some of it, but most was lost. Cursing to himself he opened the door with a loud, "WHAT IS IT!" Startled and annoyed he discovered that no one was there. Frustrated, and with nothing to vent his anger on, he kicked the stone doorstop. Cursing even more he sat down and rubbed his foot, and to his surprise he found a note on his doorstep.
Curious, he opened it. "Your expertise is needed" is all the note said. Instantly Pedric knew who the note was from. Pedric was not a social halfling, which is quite a rare thing as most people know. While others were having parties, Pedric was deep in thought back in his burrow experimenting, as he always was.
Pedric then grabbed a walking stick and headed out on the short journey through Misty Thicket to reach Rivervale. As he neared the tunnel leading to Rivervale people began to notice him. Mothers pulled their children away from their games and held them close to their sides while they whispered amongst themselves. The deputies on duty looked at him and then each other and let him pass, while keeping their hands on the hilts of their swords. Pedric ignored all of this and made his way right for the Fool's Gold.
Passing by a few drunk patrons he found the halfling he was looking for. "Ah, Gday to ye Pedric! How are ye? Do ye have any more of that fine ale ye make in that burrow of yers?" asked Mac Deepockets. "I got your note Mac. You know I got out of this business years ago. I wouldn't have even bothered to come here had I not known you wouldn't bother me about nothing, would you Mac?" replied Pedric, cutting straight to the point.
"Never been much fer small talk, have ye Pedric? hehe. Ye be correct Pedric, I do have something of importance. It seems that just a few days ago, them Erudite scum took it upon themselves to relieve ourselves of our loot! Now I wouldn't have involved ye in this, but we had just come across somethin I believe ye been wantin fer some time now. And seein how ye used to be the best in this here business, well I figured ye would be the best fer the job." "Please Mac, don't tempt me. You know I gave this up years ago when I got caught trying to relieve those snotty Erudites of some of their possesions. Barely escaped with my life I did, nearly got scoured of life in their accursed jail. I'd best leave the thrill to the younguns, they've got the bodies for it, I'm too old for this sort of thing. Now please allow me to return to my lab. Those poisons don't discover themselves, and I think I just made my best batch of ale yet. Now say no more of it."
But Mac wouldn't give up so easily. "Please Pedric, hear me out. I told ye I wouldn't have brought this up to yer attention had I not thought it worth your while. Amongst the loot we lost was the very item ye were tryin fer that fateful eve. Yes, that's right, the final ingredient to the ultimate poison itself. Leaves picked from the Plane of Growth itself, the most guarded forests in all the world."
"As ye well know", continued Mac, "These leaves will combine with a few other ingredients to form a poison that wil sap the life energy right out of an enem and allow yer years to be prolonged. Them blasted Erudites learned this, and that is why the scum pilfered the leaves from us. But they didn't get them without a fight!" Mac puffed out his chest.
Pedric was speechless. After a long while he agreed to take on the job. He pulled his armor out of his closet, dusted it off and then polished it until it's original shine came out like the day it came from the blacksmith. He unlocked the chest on the top shelf and carefully folded back the cloth, revealing two blades of perfect weight and balance. He suited up, collected his mere belongings, locked his door, and went on his trip to the famed continent of Odus.
He had been out of action for a long time, and he would need to gain his experience once again, but he felt like a new halfling. He would need no walking stick for this journey because Pedric Cuf, master brewer, excellent chef, dabbler in the art of poison, and the best thief of his time, was back in business.
THE END
(FINE)
Halfling Rogue of the 18th keg, proud resident of Xev
"If there's a better invention than the spork, I don't want to know about it."
Don't have my signature yet. Prolly not going to have this quote for it, but I came up with this late at night and I found it humorous (of course not sleeping for 48 hours has almost the same effects as being drunk)
Feel free to post feedback if you so desire Edited by: Pedric Cuf at: 3/25/01 11:40:13 am