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Novel Fantasy - Gary Gygax - Greyhawk - Gord The Rouge

NIGHT ARRANT

by Gary Gygax

A collection of short stories

feattiring Gord, his Mends,

and his foes

Dlustrated by Jerry TirltlUi Edited by Pamela O'Neffl

GORD THE ROGUE™ Books

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The stories In NIGHT ARRANT are set In the locale described In the WORLD OF

GRETHAWK™ Fantasy Game Setting, which was created by Gary Gygax. Characters, towns,

places, and landmarks from that product are used pursuant to license from TSR, Inc.

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Contents

7 The Heart of Darkness

47 The Weird Occurrence

in Odd Alley

111 A Revel in Rel Mord

167 The Five Dragon Bowl

199 Twistbuck's Game

229 Tlie House in the Tree

275 Cats Versus Rats

303 Love Laughs at Locks

337 CatorRgeon?

Dedication

Tills work is especially for all those who love the fun of fantasy adventure,

whether in game form or tall tale. Among this honored band are the players in my

game campaign, as well as friends and associates who just might appear in one form

or another in these pages.

Other books by Gary Gygax

Saga of Old City

Artifact of Evil

Sea of Death

The Heart of Darkness

ENEEVER ZIG LOOKED THE PART of a wizard. His robe was rusty black and appliqued with

signs and symbols. The girdle that bound it to his thin waist was likewise covered

with glyphs and runes of odd sort. He wore a pointed hat that matched his robe down

to showing crescent moons, stars, and similar depictions of celestial objects. The

willowy-shaped wizard was adorned with strange jewelry befitting a great

spell-worker. Brooches, amulets, pendants, bracelets, and rings were all of unusual

design and unknown workmanship. These precious gems bore arcane engravings and were

set with weird minerals. A pair of ritual daggers hung from the old sorcerer's

dragonhide girdle, as did a metal case that looked to be about the right size to

house a wand.

There was no way to determine how many years of magic the old sage had under that

girdle, but if one were to venture a guess it would be wise to start with a very

high number. His beard was pale gray and remarkably less bushy than his jutting

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brows. His eyes were a piercing pale blue, his mouth a narrow slit barely visible

beneath his bristling moustache. His face was drawn and gaunt, an open confession of

many years of suffering.

This picture-perfect wizard entered the tavern and slowly made his way through the

crowd, his

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eyes darting from one face to another. He smiled inwardly as he spotted the two he

sought and then quickly made his way across the room to the table they occupied. He

sat down and stared at the two men seated across from him. His beard stirred and the

thin lips began to open. But before he had a chance to utter a word, the barbarian

staring back jumped to his feet, slammed his fist down hard on the table, and loudly

exclaimed, "You must be a wizard!" The look on the massive barbarian's face

resembled that of a young child seeing his first oli-phant at a menagerie.

"No, Chert, he just likes dressing up," the huge hlllman's companion mumbled

sarcastically. Then he stood and half-bowed in the wizard's direction. "Our pardon,

good sir. My companion is somewhat awestruck by your appearance. We will leave now,

begging your forgiveness for the intrusion and banal remarks." The small,

leather-clad man grasped the barbarian by the arm as he spoke, trying to pull the

giant to his feet. "Come on. Chert! We are annoying this gentleman!" Cord said,

still trying to budge his uncooperative friend.

"Hey! Let go of my arm! This is the first wizard IVe ever seen up close!" the big

hillman bellowed without taking his wondering gaze from the figure seated across the

worn table.

By this time the other patrons of the Bird in Hand were beginning to stare. The

barbarian was so wrapped up in the unusual sight seated across from him that he was

oblivious to the attention he was receiving. His companion, however, was not. The

slender young thief continued trying to hoist the six-foot-six mountain of muscle

from the seat to which he seemed to be glued at the moment

Throughout this whole episode Eneever Zig remained silent, his eyes betraying no

hint of emo-

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tion, as he stared at the bumbling barbarian and his embarrassed friend.

The hillman hunkered down farther into his seat, resisting the attempt at making him

stand. Chin thrust into hands, elbows firmly planted on the worn table, he continued

to stare at the gray-bearded man across from him as he shouted. "Get away, Gord!"

"Yes, sit down." Eneever said in a soft tone of voice that, despite its lack of

volume, cut through the surrounding noise with a sharp-edged ring demanding

obedience. Startled, Gord let loose his hold on the barbarian and slid back onto the

bench.

"I am Eneever Zig," the pointy-capped man said to the two. "You are right,

barbarian. I am a wizard. And you are Gord and Chert The descriptions I was given

match well." The last sentence was uttered in the same, even tone as those spoken

before it, but there was a somewhat bemused quality accompanying it

"Hey! How does a wizard know my name?" Chert sat up straight and scratched his head

in a confused, rapid motion.

Gord was puzzled too, but for entirely different reasons. The young thief eyed the

spell-caster differently now. trying to discern the man's motives and designs.

"Descriptions can err," Gord said, try-Ing unsuccessfully to stare down the wizard.

When the spell-caster continued to return his steady gaze without so much as batting

a single eye, Gord sat back In an attempt to at least appear to be at ease. "Men can

bear the same name. Who do you seek?" he asked casualty.

"A pair of able assistants to accompany me on a dangerous quest."

"That's us!" Chert said, his head bobbing up and down in ridiculous fashion.

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Gord shot his careless-tongued friend a quick, threatening look. "Shut up. Chert!

This is no casual encounter," he warned through clenched teeth.

"Well put, young man," Eneever Zig said, his eyes twinkling with something akin to

mirth. "I am not offended by your intrusion, barbarian, nor your unseemly words,

thief, because I am in this tavern seeking you."

"What made you think we'd be here?" Chert inquired innocently.

"When I take the time to do research, I do it well," Eneever answered, his tone

beginning to take on an impatient edge.

"Why seek us out?!" Gord asked with an equal lack of tolerance, for he didnt like

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this situation in the least.

The wizard ignored the question and addressed the tavern's proprietor instead.

"Barkeepl Bring these two whatever they wish, and be quick!" There was a flurry of

activity, and then the wizard tossed a silver noble to the sweating ostler, telling

him to keep the change. A small goblet of wine appeared before the black-leathered

Gord, and Chert was delighted to find himself the recipient of a huge horn filled

with a mixture of stout and ale. Eneever Zig nodded, looked squarely at Gord, and

then finally explained: "I am a stranger to Greyhawk, but the fame of its wealth and

treasures extends eastward a great way. I come from there seeking a special Item,

and I am in need of skilled associates to share the rewards."

"And the dangers?"

"Oh, hell! Who cares about dangers?" Chert said, punctuating his question with a

loud belch.

The wizard slid his gaze from the black-garbed thief to the brawny hillman. "I quite

agree," he said.

"With what? My friend's question or his crude

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display?" Gord asked sarcastically.

Chert shot his friend a hurt look and the wizard continued, ignoring Cord's remark.

"When I came to the city, I made careful Inquiries as to able men of fearless

disposition who might be a part of a bold undertaking. Your name was foremost

amongst those mentioned to me. Chert."

"You know it! I'm the one to handle tough opposition," Chert said proudly, his great

chest expanding and a grin appearing on his face as he spoke. Then he leaned over

the table and said in a no-nonsense tone, "But unless we get our fair share of the

spoils, neither of us are interested!"

"Money is not of interest to me," Eneever Zig said to Chert with a wave of

dismissal. "I spent close to a thousand zees Just locating you two. This mission is

sure to bring a wealth of gold, gems, and other riches as well. You and your

associate are welcome to all such stuff. I seek but one thing; gaining it, I am

satisfied, and all else is yours."

Gord was not pleased. "Why us? There are scores of capable adventurers in Greyhawk.

What made you select our names?"

"Scores?" Eneever Zig countered. "More like a half-dozen of real capability and

renown. I need no Idling mercenaries in this venture. It is far too important to

trust to weaklings and no-talent hirelings such as those who hang around the Foreign

Quarter seeking employment. I mean to succeed in my quest. To assure this I am

offering untold wealth in return for your fighting prowess. Chert, and such talents

as you possess, Gord."

"Count us in!" Chert said, banging his fist on the oaken-planked table.

Delighted, the wizard extended his hand. "Excellent, heroic hillman! Your boldness

is to be commended. Still. I note a look of uncertainty on your

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friend's face. I am In need of both of you, so I will take a moment to try to

convince him of my honesty and sincerity in this matter. Agreed?"

"Sure, Wiz — er, Ziggie — go ahead and talk." Chert said expansively. "Only how

about another round? I'm going to be doing some hard work soon, and a horn of brew

is sure to make me better at iU"

The wizard signaled for another draught of the stout and ale combination and then

explained his story carefully, looking at Gord and not sparing details. "I dwell

near Syldartown, a place adjacent to the Ferrous Mountains on the border between the

Southern Marches and the state of Johied. As a worker of spells, I adhere to the

teachings of Kab-bak, and likewise the works of his sole disciple, GIgantos, are not

unfamiliar to me. It was in the latter, and particularly in the veiled references to

so-called 'Mad Archmage* of similar name, that I first discovered a clue to what I

seek. The nature and form of the item I quest after is of no import to you. It is of

magical power and, unless one is a dweomer-craefter steeped in the arcane arts,

useless. In any case, learning what I did. there was but a single course open to me.

Deciphering the clues given, I traveled west to Greyhawk, for in the ruins of its

former master's fortress is hidden the prize I seek. Is what I say clear so far?"

"Go on." Gord told the wizard.

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"It is well known that the labyrinthine dungeon, catacombs, and maze of subterranean

passages beneath the ancient castle once held a conglomerate of monsters and

plethora of treasure — all there at the whim of the lord archmage who ruled within.

In bygone years many sought to plumb the depth of this underground for glory and

riches. And why not? With the master gone, who could say them nay? It's widely known

that fabulous beasts and in-

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credible treasures were found and disposed of. Of course, the stream of adventurers

bound to become wealthy or die trying was so heavy that not even the fiercest of

guardians could forever prevail. Expeditions came, some succeeded, and Greyhawk City

grew rich from them. Now, years later, who ventures to the ruins? Few," the wizard

said In answer to his own query. "And this is no surprise. Tales told of even

greater treasures deep beneath the fallen fortress were shown to be untrue. Vast,

empty complexes of passages and chambers, bones, and deserted mazes speak louder

than stories told In alehouses."

"You are yarning In such a place yourself," Gord interjected dryly.

"Just so," Eneever Zig said humorlessly. "I have frequented such places as this for

a fortnight, seeking vainly for associates able to meet my demanding standards.

After paving over sufficient stiver, your names came to the fore. Your repute is

high, and if your true qualifications come anywhere near the whispered attributes I

have been told, then my — our — venture is assured!"

"What can we hope to find, mage, in a subterranean labyrinth you yourself have just

said is bare of wealth but possibly not of undesirable creatures?"

Eneever Zig compressed his thin lips into an invisible line, shaking his gray locks

as he did so. "You listen well, young thief, but you hear not. Recent explorers

report naught; that Is not a statement of condition, but rather their own

ineptitude. My information Is such that we will delve far deeper than those without

such intelligence could ever hope to do, into the very heart of the lightless domain

beneath the castle. Many untouched places remain — crypts laden with gold, chests

filled with pearls and gemstones. even magical stuff suitable for swords-

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man or thlefl All of that is yours, all! Only one prize must I have, and will have.

My spells and powers and your skills as fighters will clear out any who should think

to prevent us from attaining our goal. The fruits of all such labors are waiting for

you. Let us offl"

"I'm ready!" Chert bellowed in his eagerness, his eyes shining with visions of

hoarded loot.

"Not quite so fast," Gord said, sitting calmly. "What assurance do we have of the

truth of your claims?"

The wizard's face darkened at the suggestion that he might be dealing in lies, but

he visibly brought himself under cold control again. "I understand. You must hear

words which are mere fabrications in order to persuade you to join schemes of

uncertain merit. My sincerity, and the truth of my assertions, is demonstrable only

in the doing. Yet. I can show good faith. Agree to accompany me, and I will here and

now pay over a sum sufficient to make even a fruitless quest worthwhile."

"How large a sum?" the young thief asked suspiciously.

"Ten gold orbs . . . each!"

"We are your men!" Chert cried, nearly upsetting the table as he rose and eagerly

thrust forth his huge palm. "Come on, Gord, it is high time to stop this useless

bantering and be about our questl"

Gord rose slowly to his feet and, against his better Judgment slowly extended his

right hand. There was something about this wizard that made the young thief more

than a little uncomfortable.

The once-magnificent castle could be seen from any vantage point in the city. It was

on a high hill

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about three miles away from the northern verge of Grey hawk. The only road, at one

time smooth and easily accessible, had slowly deteriorated into little more than a

rutted trail that was seldom, if ever, used any more. Local folk shunned the area,

claiming that the things that dwelled beneath the pile of stones came forth at night

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to waylay the unwary. The land surrounding the castle for approximately a mile in

any given direction was a tangled wilderness, save for that to the north of the

castle's great mound. There lay a great bog with pools said to be bottomless and

mires of deadliest sort.

Gord and Chert had, in fact, been to the deserted ruins before. They had dared the

dungeons underneath, and after considerable exploration had decided their time was

more profitably spent in other endeavors.

That adventure had begun when, by sheerest chance, the two had stumbled upon the

lair of a small group of outlaws. It was a confrontation neither side expected, but

Gord's lightninglike reflexes had enabled him and Chert to have the advantage. The

hard-fought combat that followed earned both the young thief and his hulking

companion numerous wounds. The surviving outlaws begged for quarter and received it

from the two. In return, Gord and Chert took all the holdings these brigands

possessed in ill-gotten gains. The sum was trifling, but the haul included a map

showing a place far below the castle where other bandits had hidden a vast store of

loot

Gord and Chert had enlisted the captive outlaws into their ranks, followed the

map,-and ended up finding nothing but horrors and disgusting things that haunted the

stony tunnels and rooms there. It should have been more than a sufficient lesson for

both. But...

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. . . Here they were again, footsteps echoing in the vaulted hall, heading for the

place in the center of the old castle. Eneever Zlg was leading them directly to the

broad steps that spiralled down to the endless levels that lay tinder Castle

Greyhawk. The wizard was moving with great assurance, and he was showing not the

least hesitation in the process. There could be no doubt that he knew at least the

initial stage of this venture.

"That door there leads to a maze of passages beyond," the barbarian volunteered as

they reached the end of the stairway. Then he added, almost proudly, "Cord and I

have done this before."

Eneever Zig, seemingly surprised by the revelation, turned his back to the heavy

portal. "This is not the way we will take, barbarian," he told the hill-man flatly.

Tour past experiences are nothing to me. Come."

He strode to a place where the curved wall was built out to receive the last of the

big steps. The wizard fumbled around for some time before finally managing to move a

small stone. "Now shove against the slab," he told Chert, pointing as he said it.

The barbarian gave a casual shove, and the rectangle of hewn granite swung inward.

"I'll be dipped in boiling- "

Take this lantern and go down," Zlg commanded, cutting off Chert's sentence. These

steps should take us down to the place where we will begin our quest."

". . . batshit," Chert finished, a mixture of surprise and determination on his

face. He accepted the proffered lantern and started down the stairs, bowing his

massive trunk in order to fit through the little opening.

"You next, thief," said the wizard. "I will remain in the rear to guard us from any

attack from that

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quarter and so that I can have my spells ready when needed."

Gord readily complied. Chert was already several steps down and moving rapidly. The

lantern revealed an open, web-strewn shaft. The stairs were hewn from its rock

sides, and how far the circular opening went down was indeterminable, for the feeble

light that the hillman held aloft illuminated only fifteen or twenty feet ahead. But

the cold draft coming upward indicated they had far to go. There was a soft rumbling

from behind. Eneever Zig had closed the secret entrance to the shaft behind them, a

move that pleased Gord. Now if anyone wanted to follow them into this particular

part of the dungeon, they would be hard pressed to figure out how to gain entrance.

"Shun those cracks and fissures!" Eneever Zig hissed as Chert stopped to peer into

one of the many narrow openings carved into the stone walls of the passage. Those

are distractions of no interest, leading to places where hostile things lurk."

"Oh," the barbarian said soberly. He proceeded to get a better grip on his massive

battle-axe and then hurried past the crumbling fissure.

They came to the bottom of this hidden shaft after climbing down more than two

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hundred feet, as far as Gord could reckon. Considering the altitude of their

starting point, the young thief estimated that they must now be no less than three

hundred feet beneath the hilltop upon which the fortress was built, and possibly

fifty feet beneath normal ground level.

The place was chilly and damp. Strange runes and symbols covered the granite walls.

Water dripped into a shallow pool that dominated the center of the place, and slight

trickles ran down the walls and added to the dark liquid. Again the exit

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was obvious — a pair of rusted iron doors were set in the solid rock.

"What now?" Gord asked the wizard.

"Ignore those," Zig said, nodding toward the Iron doors. The master of this place

put many distractions and diversions throughout his playground. Look for a mark of

some strange sort on the stone floor circling the pool," he commanded.

Gord, Chert, and Zig circled the pool several times, each set of eyes intent on

discovering some, sort of marking, though none of the three knew exactly what form

that would take.

"I'm getting dizzy," Chert said after his fifth lap around the pool.

"Keep still, and keep looking!"

Gord stopped, so suddenly that the clumsy barbarian, following close on his friend's

heels, was not able to halt in time to avoid a collision. Gord, who was promptly

knocked off his feet, donned a wry expression and stared up at a sheepish-looking

Chert.

"Geeesh, Gord! What're you doing down there?" the lumbering barbarian asked

innocently.

"I wanted to get a closer look. Chert." Gord said in a patronizing tone. He waved

aside the hand Chert offered in assistance and pushed himself away from the ground.

But halfway up the observant thief gave a low whistle and crouched back down. "I

think I see what we're looking for," he said softly to the wizard, indicating a

faint scribing on the stone floor.

Brushing past the dumbfounded barbarian, Enee-ver Zig came to where Gord crouched.

"Aha! That is the mark I sought," the spell-caster concurred when Gord pointed to

the etchings on the ground. The wizard went immediately to the bare wall of the

shaft and began searching there for a matching rune

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chiseled into the stone.

Gord and Chert followed his lead, both of them amazed at the various signs, symbols

and runes covering the wall

"It Is here, just as I thought!" the wizard exclaimed excitedly. "Quickly now, both

of you. Stand In the pool and I will join you momentarily."

"Are you keeping track of all this, Gord?" Chert whispered to his friend.

"Yeah, for what it's worth, I am. Chert, but you had better try to remember a few

things, too."

The wizard was casting some sort of spell. Gord was unable to fathom what the

dweomer was, but after making several passes in the air and uttering some

tongue-twisting syllables, Eneever Zig rapped the wall with a small silver rod,

turned, and dashed into the pool, the spray from his hurried entry wetting both

adventurers as they stood in the ankle-deep water.

Tow! We're going to drown!" Chert cried as he noticed that the water had suddenly

started to rise — rapidly! Or were they sinking? The water now covered his chest.

"What's happening, Zig?" The young thief demanded hysterically as Chert continued to

emit a few loud complaints of his own.

"Quiet," the wizard hissed. "Don't distract me. We are merely sinking through stone.

Hold your breath now," the fellow added hastily, for Cord's head was about to sink

under the surface of the pool.

The sensation was strange indeed. Gord felt as if he were standing on firm ground,

and at the same time the pit of his stomach told him he was falling. The cold water

touched his neck, moved upward to bathe his face, his head tingled, and then there

was a brown-gray darkness all around. He kept holding

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his breath until his lungs felt as if they would burst. Suddenly the weird darkness

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was replaced by a normal blackness. Having his enchanted sword in hand, Gord was

able to see in spite of the darkness. Chert and Eneever Zig were beside him,

standing with their backs to a smooth granite wall, facing a chamber with several

passages leading from it.

"That wasn't so difficult," the wizard said under his breath, seemingly impressed

with his own magical prowess. Eneever Zig calmly reached over and touched the

lantern that Chert held in his left hand. It had been extinguished by their passage

through water and stone, but as the wizard laid his hand upon the thing, flame

sputtered and sprang to life from its plaited wick. "There, now we can all see," he

said.

"Now that we can see, there's something I'd like to hear. The big question is, pal,

do you know how to reverse the dweomer so we can return when we want?" Gord's voice

reflected his skepticism.

"Good thinking, Gord. Just how do we leave this place?" Chert echoed his friend's

question.

"We'll worry about that later," Eneever Zig answered, obviously annoyed. "It will be

merely a matter of discovering the route upward and taking it."

"Discovering? What makes you so certain that there is a way out of this pit? We

could be trapped here forever!" Gord was becoming uneasy, to say the least

"Nonsense, thief! Haven't you learned to rely upon my ability yet? The same tome

that enabled me to penetrate this place also mentioned a means of egress."

/Tell us both now," Gord demanded, his tone menacing. "If something should befall

you, wizard, we two would be left lost and helpless. Share your information

immediately!"

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"Yeah, you wizzo weasel," Chert added, backing the magician into the cold granite

wall. Tell us how to get out of here — now!"

Eneever ignored the threat. He pointed at each of the exits in turn, counting from

left to right. "Nine, as there should be. We must follow the passage beyond the

fifth arch."

Chert continued to press the wizard against the wall. "We're not going anywhere till

you tell us how to get out of here!" he said, the words dripping with acid.

"You two are here to assure my success. If I die you have failed, so you will then

deserve to die too! No, thief and barbarian, you shall have no share of my

information. Guard me well, or we will all die here beneath Castle Greyhawk!"

"Shit! I figured something like this would happen. Grab the blaster, Gord, and I'll

make him tell us."

Gord was tempted, for the huge barbarian just might be able to twist and pummel the

information from Eneever Zig. Wisdom was there to prevent the action, however.

"Wait, Chert! This isn't the time or place to squabble. What if Zig manages to

attack us with magic? What if he won't tell us, no matter what we do to try to make

him talk? Then we'll have an out-of-commission magic-user and still no means of

escape. We're in a lose-lose situation."

Then, turning to the gaunt wizard, Gord said, "You have us. as well you know. But

hear this, you sorry sorcerer. Although we have no choice but to go along now, we

are no longer your allies." Eneever Zig stared at the young adventurers for a

moment, seeing the truth of Gord's words written on the faces of both men. "Oh.

don't worry, Zig." Gord continued. "We're smart enough to be concerned about our own

skins, which means we'll protect you to

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the full. But the moment we discover a means of egress, you are on your own!"

"Unless I have the prize 1 seek, thief, you and your brawny comrade will desert me

at risk! You agreed to serve for the duration of this quest," Eneever retorted,

giving the barbarian a hefly shove and walking away from the two angry comrades.

"Not so, old dweomercraefter," Chert growled, reaching out and grabbing the wizard

as he attempted to walk away. The furious hillman slammed Eneever Zig hard against

the wall and pressed his face into that of his captive. "We agreed to share, not

serve, and sharing goes for information as well as treasure. Your refusal to tell us

what you know about leaving this hole breaks our agreement." He loosened his hold on

the spell-caster and backed off a pace.

Zig smoothed the wrinkles out of his mussed-up robe and straightened his crooked

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hat. "Bah! Stop babbling and yawping about escape. I'll deal with you both if you

try to back out. but that Isn't likely to occur any time soon. If we stand here much

longer, making such a racket, we are sure to bring unwanted and hungry visitors —

and that's a certainty. Now proceed through that portal there."

Gord motioned for his comrade to wait, and the young thief slipped silently ahead,

disappearing into the dark tunnel with a wave to indicate the two should follow him.

By his action, Gord was about forty or fifty feet ahead of the barbarian and the

wizard. The pale light of the lantern behind did not interfere with the magical

vision that his sword bestowed upon him, so Gord was now able to see well ahead into

the corridor.

It was a hewn passage about fifteen feet wide, vaulted above, with a smooth floor

and downward slope. The young thief estimated that for every ten

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feet of its length, the tunnel slanted downward about a foot. Strange clumps of

vegetable stuff grew here and there on the walls; his sight showed the growth in a

pale, bluish radiation, light given off by the matter. Gord took care to avoid the

strange growths as he stole ahead.

After a time he picked up the pace. The passage ran on ahead, without turn, without

adit. Gord decided that scouting well ahead was better, and, after Informing Chert

and Eneezer as to his Intentions, he left his two companions far behind. He had gone

perhaps a quarter of a mile when he saw a cavern ahead. By lying flat on the floor

of the passageway, Gord could peer along its downslope and see the strange place, if

only in glimpses.

First there was a sheet of reddish light playing throughout the place. Fire, he

guessed. It winked out in an instant, only to be replaced by a deep green light that

shimmered and wavered. What that was. he couldn't tell. That, too, was transformed

momentarily, and billowing vapors of pearly gray took the place of the glowing

green. Just as Gord was about to clamber up and go back to warn Chert and the wizard

of what lay ahead, the opalescent whiteness vanished, and blackness seemed to cover

the cavern. One last look, however, revealed that the blackness was striated by

bands of gray, brown, and similar somber hues — ochre, umber, terra cotta, dun.

"Now what in the Nine Hells is all that?" Gord asked aloud as he stood and ran back

up the passage. As he did so, the yellow glow of the lantern shined ahead. Chert and

Zig were approaching.

"What brings you back at such a pace, thief?" the wizard asked, a worried frown

playing across his face.

"Chert, be ready! There's something strange

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ahead. I think it Is dangerous too, wizard."

At that the spell-worker immediately began digging into the front of his robe. He

drew forth a small tube of parchment, unrolled it, and scanned the writing thereon

for several seconds before he spoke. "This is the first of the challenges which we

must overcome. I believe that it is a matter which I can handle well enough, but

both of you be ready with your weapons just in case."

"What nature is this so-called challenge, Zig?"

Eneever Zig gave a harsh, chopped-short bark that might have been a laugh. "You are

apt with your words, thief." Saying no more, the wizard brushed past the two

adventurers and strode purposefully ahead, a crystal-tipped ivory wand in his left

hand and his right hand thrust into a pouch attached to his girdle.

Chert took several long strides and was even with the wizard. Shortening his step

then, the giant hillmah kept level with Zig on his right while Gord paced along at

his left. Like it or not, they had to ward this man, for he was their only means of

eventually leaving this strange underworld. Holding his huge axe In one hand. Chert

swung it back and forth to loosen his muscles and prepare for possible combat.

Brool's curved head glittered, and a buzzing sound issued from the weapon as it cut

through the air. The barbarian grinned at that, for the hum reassured him. Gord,

too, was prepared to fight, his dagger now in his left hand to serve as main gauche

to the short sword he plied.

That's what I like," Eneever Zig said without glancing aside at either of them.

"Staunch henchmen ready to defend their master."

*Bite it, Zig!" Chert said with a growl.

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Gord didn't bother to respond. Time enough later to settle accounts with this

arrogant spell-

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worker. There was a problem at hand that needed all of their attention. "Again, Zig,

what lies ahead?"

Before the wizard got around to replying, if he ever intended to do so, the three

were at the mouth of the cavern. The fiery sheet of stuff that filled the great

space was replaced by the translucent emerald shimmer. Now Gord could see that it

appeared to be water. How it was held within the cavern and did not come rushing

along the tunnel they stood in, the young adventurer had no idea. The green-hued

liquid remained for a minute. Then it was replaced by swirling clouds and streaks of

empty, clear blue space. This, too, persisted for but moments, and then it gave way

to the gloom of earth-toned bands, just as Gord had witnessed earlier.

Now the wizard spoke. "You see, you were aware of the challenge all along, thief.

You asked and answered your own query, didn't you? The nature of this place is Just

that — the elements which combine to form Nature."

"Do we burn, drown, fall, or suffocate?" Chert asked angrily as the flames again

sprang into being before them.

"Silence!" Eneever Zig watched the play of the fire, counting under his breath as he

did so. As the burning wall of fire paled almost undetectably, the gaunt

dweomercraefter acted. "Be subject to water!" he cried loudly. The deep green came

into being instantly, "Be bound by air!" As the command rang out, the water

disappeared and the cloudy, pearly hue replaced the green. "Be balanced by earth!"

Now the darkly striated mass filled the cavern. Eneever Zig shouted more loudly

still when the dark, earthlike stuff appeared. "Be combined with all!" he boomed.

Suddenly, instead of a cavern buried hundreds of feet underground, the two startled

young men saw a

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sweeping vista before them. Green hills stretched away into the distance. In their

folds were copses of trees, a winding brook, and a large pond. The vault of the sky

above was dotted with fluffy, white clouds. A small cottage stood in the center of a

meadow before them, its chimney Issuing a thin plume of bluish smoke. Insects

hummed, birds sang, and what appeared to be wild cattle, aurochs, grazed on a

distant ridge.

"Now that's magic!" Chert exclaimed. "Let's get out of here and head for home!"

Eneever Zig laughed his barking laugh, derisively. "We'll get out of this

passageway, all right. And we'll visit the home before us, too. More than that, my

hulking barbarian. I will not promise."

Soon they were standing before the door of the cottage. From its dim interior

stepped a tall, muscular man. His white garments, staff, and adornments showed him

to be a druid of some sort, Gord thought. The man looked at them with his bright,

commanding brown eyes. "What seek you here?"

The Element Master," Eneever Zig said with a tinge of uncertainty discernible in his

voice.

"You have found him, little wizard. Now what do you wish of me?"

"I... we ... will pass through your domain!"

"Will you face the heat of my fire then?"

"No! We demand another challenge."

"Very well," the tall man said smoothly, "water it shall be."

"No!"

Now the Element Master frowned as if he were annoyed at this second contradiction.

"You are a difficult one, bushy-brows. Nevertheless, I offer the trial of air to you

and your associates."

Eneever Zig had regained his full confidence. "Not so! We decline air as well!"

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Scowling at them, the white-garbed Element Master called back. Then only earth Is

left to you."

"Do not deceive us. Master of the Elements," the wizard countered yet again. "We

decline earth, for I am aware there is a fifth challenge, one you are not required

to mention — we call for Nature!"

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This caused the tall man to shake his flst angrily at Eneever Zig. "For one so

limited In the arts, wizard, you are well-versed in certain lore. Bah! Take that

niggling trial then, rather than the heroic ones I presented."

"We accept!" cried the spell-binder.

The Element Master gestured, and a huge bull aurochs came thundering toward them.

The burly hillman must best the bull!"

A second wave, and a monstrous reptile slithered forth from a clump of brush nearby.

The quick little thief must best this snake!" Finally, a third pass, and a dark

shadow covered them. "Wizard, you will defeat the roc that plummets upon you even

now. or your bones will nourish my soil!" As he concluded, the Element Master turned

as if to walk away but then swung to face the trio. "Oh, one minor detail I forgot

to add." A broad grin played across his face as he continued. "One of you may not

help a companion until you have defeated your own challenge. Then and only then may

you come to the aid of a comrade. If this rule is broken, all three of you will die

instantly!" The Element Master Issued a loud, cruel laugh, and he and his cottage

vanished.

The terrain seemed to shift and flow, and all three men found themselves within a

large bowl, a natural amphitheater with cliffs forming a barrier around its

half-mile diameter.

"Let's get this over with!" Chert exclaimed excitedly as he turned to face his

opponent. Axe raised high, the hillman shouted a battle cry and

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ran forward to meet the bull's charge.

Chert thought the battle with the wild aurochs would be a fairly easy matter until

he saw the true size of the bull. From a distance it had appeared to be of normal

size, but close up there was no question that the beast was monstrous. The creature

was fully as tall at the shoulder as the barbarian and its head was armed with

wickedly pointed horns that appeared to be at least four feet long.

"If this is 'niggling* I'd hate to see the other challenges we were offered!" the

disheartened barbarian marveled.

Meanwhile, Gord did his best to avoid the snake that threatened him. It was a giant

cobra, its hood spread and its fangs dripping venom. The monster reared back, its

head poised for a fraction of a second, then it shot forward. The young thief

detected the attack at about the same instant it occurred and quickly did a

back-flip to avoid the strike. The glob of poison the cobra spat barely missed its

mark, a fact that Gord found somewhat disconcerting, to say the least

Circling, the two opponents began a game of cat and mouse, although it wasn't

apparent who or what was which, since the snake was not eager to expose itself to

the young man's two blades.

If Chert and Gord thought they were having a difficult time of it, they should have

been in Eneever Zig*s robes! The wizard was beginning to wonder if he would live to

see the completion of this challenge, let alone the completion of his quest. The

great bird had him pinned to the ground with a single, mighty talon. The horny claws

of one foot caged the wizard as the roc sought to use its deadly beak to snap him in

two. Eneever darted and flapped, too busy avoiding talons and snapping beak to cast

a spell, but able to send forth a dart of energy now

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and again from his small wand. The crackling streak of power that issued forth from

the crystal-tipped wand was aimed always at the terrible roc's massive beak. Each

time the creature was struck by a little bolt of energy, it squawked in pain. The

sound was earsplitting because of the bird's massive size, and the effect seemed to

make the roc redouble its efforts to devour the wizard.

As the aurochs thundered down upon him. Chert managed to sidestep one of the great

horns that was aimed right at the barbarian's belly. As the beast bellowed and

screeched past its intended victim. Chert brought his massive blade down upon the

animal's shoulder. Brool bit deep, but the shaft was ripped from Chert's grasp as

the bull quickly skidded into a perfectly executed turn. Blood streamed down the

animal's side, and this same sanguine hue lit Its eyes as it came back with a look

of vengeance the likes of which Chert had never before seen in man or beast!

All the huge hlllman could do was grapple with the monster. Yelling like a madman.

Chert ran directly at the bull, grabbed one of the massive horns, and twisted. But

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Novel Fantasy - Gary Gygax - Greyhawk - Gord The RougeNIGHT ARRANTby Gary GygaxA collection of short storiesfeattiring Gord, his Mends,and his foesDlustrated by Jerry TirltlUi Edited by Pamela O'NefflGORD THE ROGUE™ BooksNIGHT ARRANTCopyright ©1987 Trlgee Enterprises Corporation. All rights reserved...

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