Broken Mostali. from Mike Cule on 1996-04-12 (Glorantha Digest Vol 02)

From: Mike Cule <mikec_at_room3b.demon.co.uk>
Date: Fri, 12 Apr 1996 06:50:37 GMT

I've been enjoying the debate on Mostali thinking. I like the idea that they are trying to repair the Universe with programming that they have total confidence in ("See! The rise of the Red Moon as predicted in the Main Schedule since the Dawn. Not long now!") but which is in reality horribly corrupted and inadequate. (I wonder what happened to them in the depressing future depicted in KING OF SARTAR?) I ran a rather broken NPC Dwarf in my current RQ game. A party containing a Troll PC, an Argan Argar trader, encountered on a random encounter roll a party of Dwarf workmen in the Rubble. Not wishing to kill off the party at that instant I had the Iron Dwarf who was guarding them say: "This unit will not kill you now, Darkness Monster Scum." "Oh, good," muttered the PC nervously regarding the iron tip of the Dwarf's crossbow bolt. "It is not time. This unit will kill you in 17 and a half work periods, according to the Schedule."

This naturally made the Troll very nervous until the Dwarf started popping up from previously invisible tunnels all over the place and taking pot shots at him, rolling large balls of explosive down at him....

Eventually he was approached by some more senior dwarves ("Greeting, Darkness Monster Scum. We do not intend to harm you just now....") and told that the unit involved was badly broken and that they were reasonably sure the passage in the Schedule did not refer to him.....

Sadly, it doesn't look as if I will be resolving this side plot since the Troll fell overboard while the party was running from the Spotted Shark. He is now the personal body servant of a sea-nymph who hasn't had sex for several centuries. The other PCs declined to sail through a monster-infested sea to save him but did tie his trollkin bodyguard Thruster (so named for his obsessive intrest in sex) to a harpoon and fire him over to act as a relief lover and company. Nice of them.

-- Mike Cule

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