The Saga of Avec-garl

The Saga of Avec-garl

This is one of my favorite gaming stories. I have told perhaps two or three people ever. This is the first time I've shared it with a general audience.

Back in the late 80's, I ran a D&D game in Stockton. It lasted about three years total, full of epic battles, great triumphs, loss, redemption, saving the world a couple of times. The usual. It ended with all the surviving characters grown powerful and retiring from the adventuring life, going their separate ways. Eventually, they all became NPCs in my ongoing world with other groups.

Those who've played in my games know the names: Brightfist the Wise, high priest of Pelor in Pendwy. Engel the Laughing, in his secret lair near the town of Tenn, bordering three kingdoms and allied with none. King Ta'an, aka Tannis the Half-Elf, ruling the united Southlands. Sir Tuck, the dimension-hopping brewmeister and spylord to King Ta'an.

But there's one name nobody knows.

( The Saga of Avec-garl )

Meanwhile, at the Pied Cow...

782: “You don’t remember me?” the inspector asked, “From the preserve?”