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Come, come, all children who love fairy tales.
A fascinating tale of the everlasting rivalry between the noble elf and the grumbling dwarf.
(I decided to play a elf. And hey, he should be Noble! After all, he was Good. My friend picked the dwarf and voilà, we had the eternal rivalry game on.)
The game started out nicely for the Elf, as he quickly increased his craft, bought a nice sword and shield, and soon was accompanied by the pixie (albeit the pixie doing nothing for him game-wise). His only trouble would be to fight the creatures he met, as they seemed to be incredibly and strangely strong (Dwarf player rolled only 5s and 6s)
The Dwarf, however, having found both a mule and the Maiden, got cursed by the Hag who chased both mule and maiden away over the hills. Grumbling, he tried to find his way to the Village mystic, but seemed never to find his way there. In the meantime, the Elf found a magic portal that took him to the plains of Peril. Not feeling ready for the rest of the Inner lands, the Elf quickly retreated into the Middle lands, while the Dwarf grumbling plodded along in the outer region, unable to find anything of value and having a very hard time increasing any of his abilities.
The Elf, however, continued his noble questing in the middle lands, and found both Solomon's Crown and the Princess, which he was quick to deliver to the Castle. In this, he felt growing even more noble, and felt nothing could stop him. He quickly increased his Craft at the Shrine, and took up a Warlock quest to kill an enemy creature. The middle lands were pretty soon totally explored, the oasis being populated by a healer living in the Shrine. The place in between the deserts was soon to be avoided as a dangerous demon had set up a living there.
In the meantime, things looked bleak for the Dwarf. Things did not go his way. His Craft was poor and hsi Strength did not increase. He had rid himself of the Hag (as a nice magician had agreed to teleport him to the Village he never seemed to find). As the Dwarf he was, he was quick in finding gold and had hired a merchant to go with him. The Dragon Lance was in his hands, but he could never find a dragon to slay.
It was about at this time that the Elf, who had found a magic Wand and now also was accompanied by the Unicorn, visited the temple and decided to sacrifice his pixie. That this simple touch of dis-nobility would be his downfall was beyond both's knowledge at the time. As the elf entered once again the Plains of Peril, this time with a Talisman in his grasp, and went into the mines, luck deserted him and he was transported straight down into the crags. The dwarf, who had previously found a magic fountain and thus had been able to defeat the sentinel, had chased the elf into the Plains of peril in order to steal the Elf's Talisman, but was thus forced to retreat.
Meanwhile, as the elf endeavoured to find his way back to the magic portal (his only way of returning to the middle region, that he now felt as home) managed to find not one, but two Talismans. Not being able to carry more, he had to leave them behind. The Dwarf sensed this, and rushed to retrieve these artifacts. The race was on.
But the Elf, still feeling noble, despite the fact that he had sacrifised the pixie and also thrown several ghastly spells at the poor Dwarf, wasn't troubled. After all, the Dwarf could do little in the Inner lands, his Craft was still poor and though the Dwarf's Strength had increased some, he could still do nothing in the Inner circle. When the Elf found the gnome, he became filled with his thoughts of glory. Nobility became farther and farther away. The elf found the magic portal again, and was once more transported to the Plains of peril, as the Dwarf returned to the Middle region, this time with a Talisman.
With the gnome in company, the Elf quickly found his way through the mines, and saw victory loom. However, at the vampire's castle, he did not hesitate to give the gnome to the beast, with this erasing the last of his nobility. Lady Fortuna deserted him. The crypt fiends almost killed the Elf.
Meanwhile, the Dwarf, never having succumbed to devious ways, found his way miraculously through the crypt, had diced away Death quickly and slayed the Werewolf in one swipe with his lance, accompanied by his loyal (?) Mercenary. And as the elf, his eyes now shining with greed and thoughts of glory, with his last breath finally put the Crown of Command upon his now tainted head, the Dwarf, just one step behind, resolutely impaled him on his trusty lance and won the Crown.
Thus the tale of the noble elf ended. His first step of dis-nobility was his first step to destruction.
(This was one of the most enthralling goes of Talisman I ever had. Jokingly roleplaying every other move, it was hilarious seeing the Elf gradually going farther and farther into Evil, and finally being killed. Shows how great this game can be.)
Three cheers for dwarves!
An excellent session report! thank you for sharing
Great Story !!! Thanks...