The Hill Giant Chief - Nosnra's Saga - part 139

"Do we still run, or are we turning back to the steading?" asked Harald. 

The ranger stood at the end of the gully with Ivo and Telenstil beside him. The elf did not miss the displeasure in Harald's voice. 

"We will turn back, but not yet," said Telenstil. "For now, yes we run, and still we need to find a place to rest, gather supplies and make plans." 

"I thought that was why we went down that cursed hole," Harald nodded back toward the passage and the shaft down to the ruin.

"It was," said Ivo, "and since we didn't find any, we need to look again." 

"Then we had best start looking now," said Harald gruffly. 

"Lead us away from here," Telenstil told him. The elf put his hand on the ranger's arm. "I know you want to find a safe way for us to travel, but stay close." 

Harald nodded, accepting Telenstil's command but grudgingly. "Have Ghibelline up at the front while I am scouting, he knows the woods as well as I." 

"Ahead," said Telenstil, "not far." 

"I know, I know," muttered Harald. "I know." 

The ranger set off, disappearing into the woods that surrounded the crevice. He made his way to the north and west, away from the swath of devastation left by the gibberlings, toward the mountains and the lands untraveled by man. 

* * * 

The sky was purple, like a drop of ink swirled into a cup of water. Even the humans could make out dim shapes in the pre-dawn light. The ranger had no trouble with the dark, he moved quiet and sure as hunting cat, seeming to meld into the brush and brambles. 

The small company trekked along all morning. Their pace was slow, the old gnome, the halfling, the small orc, even Talberth the young mage held the others back. The elves, Telenstil and Ghibelline, moved through the woods with the ranger's skill. 

Gytha had been born and raised among the hills and wildlands of her home, and Derue, though silent, seemed tireless and moved with a strange grace. At mid-morning they rested. Hours of travel but they had gone only a handful of miles. 

The way had been rough, the forest thick and filled with thorn bushes, the ground rising and uneven with no real path to follow. Harald found an old deer trail a little after dawn and the narrow track had led them to a spring. The water was cold, flowing down from the mountain ice high above. A small pool collected in a hollowed shelf of rock, the shallow basin formed by countless years of the water's ceaseless flow. 

The ranger had disappeared after leading them to the spring, he returned suddenly, stepping from a hidden path and out into the bare space of rock around the pool. "Telenstil," Harald said. "You will want to see this." 

"What have you found?" asked the mage. 

"We've climbed higher than I thought," the ranger wiped the back of his hand across his brow. "There's a cliff nearby, it looks back on the way we've come." 

"Any sign of pursuit?" Telenstil asked him. The elf crossed around the pool and followed the ranger into the woods, 

"Nothing," answered Harald. 

"I will come as well," said Ivo. 

"Why not rest while you can?" Harald asked him. 

The gnome looked at the others. His companions were lying about the small clearing, some asleep with their packs pillowed beneath their heads. "Talberth is resting enough for both of us," he nodded to the mage whose breath whistled out in sharp snores. 

* * * 

The land dropped away suddenly, the wood ran to the edge of the cliff, trees jutting at angles, roots sticking from the steep side. Far below, the ravine that held the entrance to the ruin could not be seen but a wide bare strip of land pointed to it as if it were a city gate. Gibberlings had flowed like a river from the ravine, annihilating everything in their path, leaving only a large tree here and there amid the desolation that had survived the stream of claws. 

The monster's nails grew quickly and never stopped. They worked them down on stone or wood, scratching away even at metal. They ate most things, leaf and fruit, root and bark, but they preferred flesh and bone. They stripped the forest bare even churning the ground in their passing. Harald stood behind Telenstil and Ivo, looking over their heads at the scene spread out below them. 

"It goes on for miles," said Telenstil peering at the dark path of destruction left by the gibberlings. 

"I wish it went through Nosnra's steading," Ivo said. 

"No chance of that," Harald told him. "Goes too far to the east and the north. Probably go downhill first chance they get." 

"Yes," Telenstil agreed, "unless something distracts them. Any giants out searching would draw them." 

"No chance of that, they set out before we did," said Harald thinking about the tracks he'd seen. "They were streaming from that pit before we'd left the steading."

"What woke them?" wondered Telenstil. 

"Not us," said Ivo. "That shaft up through the stone. That took time, even for those beasts, but fate had a hand in it I do not doubt. Some purpose... that was a close thing, if we'd been in their path..." 

"We'd be dead," concluded Harald. "Wait...back, back, I see something." 

A wolf the size of a pony appeared on the dark trail below them. It came from the south as they had, its head toward the ground. Harald could picture its nose snuffling as it found their scent and its actions seemed to match his thoughts. It stood and raised its head. The cry came to them, drifting up like a cloud of smoke, a long drawn out wail. Then it stuttered into a handful of barks. The answer came both from the south and the east, though the cries from the east were very near, while the call from the south was distant and faint. 

"That's done it," said Harald. 

"They have not found us yet," said Telenstil. 

"They are on our trail," Harald nodded toward the wolf. "And they are close." 

"We are better off higher up then," said Ivo. "I don't mean some cave, they'll starve us out or block us in. We'll have to fight them off." 

"We will talk as we move," Telenstil held his arm out inviting them to rejoin the others at the spring. 

"This place is no good," said Ivo. "There are cliffs above us, they'll roll boulders down and squash us like melons." 

Harald looked toward the steep rise above them. A series of ridges like huge steps cut into the side of the mountain. 

"More than a hill isn't it," said Ivo. 

"A tall hill," Harald admitted. 

"Or a small mountain," countered Ivo. 

***

Ghibelline met them as they returned. "What is wrong?" he asked reading their expressions. 

"Wolves on our trail, not wild ones either, the giant's pets and hounds," Harald said to him. 

"Come, everyone up," Telenstil called to the others, "We must be going." 

Derue was sitting with his legs folded ankles atop knees. He rose in a single fluid motion. While they were gone he had found himself a length of wood and with a borrowed knife had cut away the branches. Now he had a staff, a help to walk with and in his hands a weapon to be feared. 

"Someone wake up Talberth," laughed Ivo. 

* * * 

"Sleep...let me sleep," Talberth groaned as Ivo prodded him in the shoulder. 

"Company's coming lad," said the old gnome. "Guests for supper, maybe lunch if we don't get moving." 

"I'm awake," Talberth pushed himself up. The mage's eyes were red and thick with sleep. He crawled to the edge of the pool and dunked his head in the chill water. "Yi!" Talberth gave a cry.

 "Quiet there," Ivo chided him. He left the young mage shaking out his wet hair and shivering. 

Talberth was the last, the others stood about the spring, prepared to go, some calm as was Derue, others impatient, all more angry than afraid. 

"Ivo what of magic?" asked Gytha. "Can we hide from them, Talberth and Telenstil, can they not strike down those that follow us?" 

"Illusion is good for fooling the eye, there are magics that can fool the other senses," the old gnome told her, "I can weave such around us that these beasts will think us stones or trees. Spells that will sow disorder among them or send their worst fears hounding after them." 

"And I can strike some down," spoke up Telenstil. "But more will come. These giants are tenacious, their strength is vast, as will be the numbers that gather here by Nosnra's command. We will hide or fight as we must but we came to do more than just strike a blow against a score of giants." 

"I came to kill Nosnra," said Harald firmly. 

"Yes," said Telenstil, "and to find out who aids Nosnra or leads him. We have bought some time for those in lands below, for Geoff and Sterich and the Yeomanry, and beyond. I tell you what we have done so far is not enough." 

"Telenstil take us back to the steading," Harald faced the wizard and though all heard what he had to say, his plea was directed at Telenstil alone. "Use the magic that has taken us to and from that place already, stop this running, we will never find a place of safety in these mountains. While we have strength let's use it, use it, kill Nosnra and as many of his kind as we can." 

"Friends," Ghibelline came from the edge of trees. "We waste time here." 

"Yes. Harald you speak from despair," said Telenstil. "The time is not yet, I hope it never comes, when we must trade our lives for Nosnra. We will bring him low and we will survive. Now lead us to a better place to fight if that is what we are forced to do. Up the mountain." 

"I go, but I will speak of this again," the ranger set off and Ghibelline urged the others on. 

"There is more of the track we took before," said Ghibelline as they started out. "Harald says it must be goats beyond the trees, up there," he pointed above them toward the rocky slopes, "this must be a mountain, nothing except stones. I've never seen a mountain before." 

"Surely you have," said Gytha. 

"Not up close, no," Ghibelline smiled. "Hill lands are different and I've lived most of my life among the trees." 

"I've never seen the woods except looking down on them from the hills," said Gytha. 

"I'd rather not see either," complained Harold. "The only stones I want are set in walls or paving the streets, the only trees should be floorboards and tables." 

"Quiet down," Harald said in a sharp whisper. The ranger had circled back on them and stood on a short ledge that overlooked their path. "There is a camp up ahead. Empty now but giants were there this morning." 

The Hill Giant Chief - Nosnra's Saga - part 138

"Leaving!" Talberth cried. "We can't, there is too much here." 

"Talberth, the danger outweighs the reward," Telenstil explained calmly. "We have rested, somewhat at least, now it is time for us to move on." 

"We can't," Talberth waved his hand about trying to summon up the words that would convince them but he could find none, "I can't." 

"Will you abandon us?" asked Telenstil. 

"No, no," Talberth. "Of course not." The mage squared his shoulders. "But here, this place, it may contain magics that would destroy the giants completely." 

"There is power here, yes," said Telenstil,"and I do not know. You could be right, but look around, the power is not ours to control." 

"If we spent the time we could control the power," Talberth slapped his fist, "I know it." 

"I am sorry Talberth," said Telenstil, "I do not agree. We will gather our packs and go. Come everyone, I wish that there had been more time for us to rest but we need to leave here now." 

"It will still be dark out," Harald said. 

"Better to be outside in the dark than in here any longer," Telenstil replied. 

"I'll go see what it is like out there," the ranger volunteered. 

"No," Telenstil shook his head. "No, we go together." 

"Telenstil, a little scouting won't hurt." said Harald. 

"It will no doubt help," said Telenstil, "it has helped, but not so far ahead. We will face what lies in wait for us together. Our strength is greatest only when we are not divided." 

It was Harald's turn to shake his head, but he did not press his objections further. 

* * * 

"How is he?" Harold asked. 

The halfling knelt beside Little Rat and watched the slow rise and fall of the orc's chest. 

"Healed. Sleeping now," smiled Gytha. 

"I brought your pack," said Harold, "you heard?" 

"I heard," she yawned. "This one will need to rest, we will need someone to carry him. Where are the others?" 

The halfling looked at her with a quizzical expression. His eyes widened and he slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. "The orcs!" 

"Could they have escaped?" Gytha asked. 

"I'd better go find Telenstil," Harold rose quickly, he scanned the room trying to decide where the elf had gone. 

"Ask Harald to come here," Gytha called after him as the halfling took off at a run, "he needs to carry..." but Harold was already out of sight. Gytha busied herself with her pack, it contained little enough. With her horse and main supplies destroyed by the giants, the small bag she had brought with her on the raid of the steading was all that she had left. she would need to call upon the Saint's bounty for mere sustenance if they could not manage to supply themselves and this Gytha hated to do.

They'd taken hide pelts from the giants' hall and made crude sacks and cloaks from them. Beef cut from the body of giant cows, a herd slaughtered by magic bolts, filled some of the hide bags. The meat, blackened by fire, was wrapped in uncured leather, but it would not last. Already it had begun to decay, in a day the green rot would take hold if they could not spare the time to cook or cure the meat and then they would be left only with the crumbs of hard rations in the bottoms of their packs. 

The smell from the hide sack she carried made Gytha wrinkle her nose and beside her Little Rat did the same. His eyes opened and he pushed himself up on his elbows. A long tongue licked thin lips and he yawned. 

"Hungry," the young orc said. "What smell good?" 

* * * 

They looked like balls of fur, no sign of head, or legs, or even life. The gibberlings carpeted across the floor of the passage, they were mere pups, but they would claw and bite if even the tiniest spark of life remained. Light was the only thing they feared. A torch would make them cower and run, and brighter light would freeze them in their tracks, drop them into motionless huddled shapes that would not move to save their lives. 

Ivo and Telenstil were the last to leave. The elven mage had sent the others ahead to wait by the opening that had been clawed through the ceiling by the pack of gibberling adults. There had been forceful words spoken to Talberth, the young wizard hemmed and hawed and dragged his feet, not wanting to leave his friends, but desiring to stay and explore the ancient ruin. At the last Talberth turned his back on the chamber of pillars and monstrous golems then marched sullenly away. 

"Look at them, the wee beasts," said Ivo. 

"Amazing," nodded Telenstil in agreement. "At a different time I would stay here with Talberth and explore." 

"I'd send for my cousins back home and look through this place properly," Ivo chuckled. "The things you find when you can't do anything about them. It reminds me of when I was young, long time ago now," He held a torch in his hand and lowered it to a pile a sticks and rags as he spoke. The flame leapt and danced among the tinder bursting into a blaze then dying low. "That should hold them." said Ivo. He left the torch atop the fire and retrieved a magic stone from the floor. "Don't want to leave this behind." 

"We had best join the others," Telenstil said wistfully. 

As Ivo put the magic stone away, placing it back within a metal sphere that he snapped shut with a loud click, the hall dimmed. Instantly the gibberling young began to move. Those furthest from the fire were partially hidden from its light. Some disappeared back into the pillared hall, most shifted but the flickering light from the fire was enough to hold them still. Ivo and Telenstil beat a hasty retreat down the passage and rejoined the rest of their companions. The fire would burn for some time, more than long enough for all of them to escape back to the forested hills above.

* * * 

"There you are!" Ghibelline was the first to see their approach. 

"Is everyone ready?" Telenstil asked. 

"As we will ever be," answered Gytha. "Harald has been arguing with his little twin the whole time. We are going to abandon the orcs?" 

"It is too late for them, as I said," Talberth spoke sharply. 

"But did you see them..." Gytha went on. 

"They wouldn't have survived, I wouldn't have either if I hadn't known the words to say and the language to say them in," Talberth replied. "They're gone." 

"Let us be off then," said Telenstil. "Harald, can you climb up, is the rope in place?" 

"I told you," the ranger said. He seemed to speak to all the others at once. "I can climb it, but I've been waiting here. Gytha insisted." 

"She was right," Telenstil said quickly before Gytha could reply. The elf felt the tension which radiated from one to another. They had not found rest within the ancient ruins, and leaving it seemed to have brought out the strain that their flight from the giants' hall had set upon them. "I want us to stay together and not to break off into smaller groups or disappear one by one," he looked at each of them. "Harald you are our scout, but more caution is needed, and that means lesser distance." 

"A scout is best left on his own," said Harald. "What good can I do if we all walk into a trap together?" 

"Any warning will be of a help," Telenstil replied. "We will face any traps together, and our strength combined will overcome them. If a trap takes you, as this place almost did, then you will not be able to help us. I know you are used to scouting for your wildland patrols, but this is different, we are not scouts or soldiers, and we do not wish to lose you even to save ourselves." 

The Hill Giant Chief - Nosnra's Saga - part 137

"Telenstil, Derue, both of you come with me," said Gytha. She held up a torch freshly lit from the small fire and ran toward the center of the hall. 

"I will cut you free," Telenstil said to Derue. "Please do not make me regret my action." 

Derue remained silent but he bowed his head deeply as Telenstil passed his dagger's blade through the rope. The razor edge split the cord as if it were made of straw. 

***

They found them together, Gytha and Ghibelline, he seemed to breath easier but she had not called upon her Saint to heal him yet. His shirt was off, his side was black, the color stretching from his armpit over all his ribs on the one side and a handsbreadth below them. The skin around the elf's chest and stomach were a brownish yellow, painful just to see. 

Gytha glanced up as Telenstil approached. 

"It looks worse than it is," she said. 

"It feels worse than you can imagine," Ghibelline complained. 

"I can more than imagine," said Telenstil kindly, "I have been injured so myself, I can sympathize." 

"Thank you, but sympathy does not lessen the pain," replied Ghibelline carefully. Just breathing made his ribs ache. 

"No bones are broken," said Gytha, "I will wrap your chest tightly, you will hurt but it will fade." The people of her own lands, the wildland of hills and mountains that looked down upon the lowlands of Geoff, endured the pain of such small injuries with no complaint and little note. She felt for Ghibelline but saved the powers granted to her by the Saint for greater wounds. 

"We came through intact then," said Telenstil. "Good." 

"Why did the ground shake?" Gytha asked as she cut a hide shirt into long strips. With skilled hands she took the lengths of skin and wrapped them around Ghibelline's chest and sides. His arms were raised to shoulder height and they quivered from the strain. Old scars and wounds recently healed by Gytha's prayers crisscrossed the elf's back like a crude map, purple welts on pale fair skin. 

* * * 

The corridor was no shorter on their return, to the young mage it seemed that at least half of forever passed before they reached the ramp back up to the pillared hall. Harold rode on the bigger Harald's shoulder, the halfling happy as a child. Ivo sat upon one of the ranger's arms with his own arms folded across his chest, trying to retain a little dignity while the halfling laughed and joked. Talberth lead them, he was eager to reach Telenstil, tell the elven mage of what he'd found and return to the rooms beyond the mist filled portals. He walked fast and Harald jounced behind him to keep up. 

"Stop that!" Harald yelled at the halfling. 

"I'll fall off," the halfling complained, "I need a saddle up here." 

"Well stop pulling my hair, it's not a set of reins," grumbled the ranger. He slowed and the sharp tugging at his hair stopped. 

"Put me down," Ivo said firmly. "I've had enough of this." 

"I won't go so fast," Harald reassured the gnome. 

"Talberth, Talberth!" 

Talberth halted but he didn't look back. "We are almost there. See," he pointed, "there, that is the way back up. I'll go on ahead." 

"Talberth," Harald snapped. "Hey!" 

"Let him go," said Ivo. "And put me down. He's right, let him go." 

* * * 

"I can barely breath," Ghibelline winced as he spoke. He had both hands on his ribs and inhaled through clenched teeth. 

"But does it still hurt?" asked Gytha. 

"Yes, well not as much," he admitted. 

"Telenstil," Gytha called to the mage, "we have come through this, but what of the others?" 

"They've gone exploring, and to find Talberth," Telenstil answered quietly. "I have lead our expedition badly, too many years I have spent accompanied by friends and companions of a hundred fights. We are all too independent and not yet attuned to each other, and I have been too lax." 

"Telenstil you must lead us, you must not waver," Gytha told him firmly. 

"I will," Telenstil said, "do not worry. Forgive my worries and lessening of resolve. I would that all of us were here, that our mounts and supplies had not been lost and that our mission was done. Instead we have paid for the wounds we have inflicted with wounds of our own. We may have to pay a greater price." 

"Whatever the price," Gytha said, "I will pay back Nosnra and his kin for what he has done to mine." 

There was a tap on Telenstil's shoulder and a gentle tug at his sleeve, Derue pointed across the chamber and cupped his hand to his his ear. 

"Shh..." Telenstil hushed the others. "Yes, I hear it." 

"What?" whispered Gytha. 

"I hear it," Ghibelline said, "footsteps." 

Derue disappeared behind a pillar, Ghibelline reached for a sword that wasn't there, he'd left it by the packs and Gytha held her torch like a club, prepared to fight. Only Telenstil did not reach for a weapon or draw back. He listened and a smile crossed his lips. 

"I know the sound of those feet," he told the others. "It sounds like Talberth in a hurry." 

"You have good ears," said Gytha. 

The footsteps came hurrying across the floor, clapping on the tiles in a quick uneven cadence. Even Gytha could hear them, but to her surprise they seemed to pass them by. 

* * * 

"Talberth!" Telenstil called and the footsteps came to a sudden halt. 

"There you are," the young mage called back. 

They could see the light from his amulet shining between the pillars as he approached. "What happened here?" 

"One of the golems began to come alive," Telenstil explained. "It would not obey my command." 

"You destroyed it?" Talberth asked with respect tinged with regret. He shined the light of his amulet up into the hollowed pillar where the golem's upper body had been, then higher up to the ceiling. The roof was fractured like a window of thick glass that had been struck by a rock. 

"More that it destroyed itself," said Telenstil. "Is Ivo not with you, and the others?" 

"They are almost here," Talberth approached and gave a start as Derue stepped from the shadows. 

"What is he doing loose?

"Derue has rejoined us," Telenstil nodded toward the man and he nodded back, "Gytha has freed him of the curse, and I detect no more evil within him." 

Talberth rolled his eyes in doubt but said nothing. 

"I am glad to see you safe," said Telenstil, "but it seems some ancient ward has been woken. It was that which tried to revive a golem. I am worried that the trap which captured you may have set something in motion throughout this ruin." 

"Someone approaches," said Ghibelline. "He can hear it too," the elf pointed to Derue. 

The scout nodded and casually pointed to the side of the hall. 

"Is that singing?" asked Ghibelline. 

"It is," said Telenstil with a smile. "Harold at least seems to be returning."

They did not have to wait long, the singing wavered and was replaced with a deep grumbling voice whose wordless complaints almost drowned out the much higher and lighter replies. Ivo lead them, walking a few paces in front, Harold still carried the halfling who sat behind his head and the young orc who was slung ungraciously over the ranger's shoulder. 

"...get down and keep quiet," Harald said to the halfling. 

"Ivo!" Telenstil went over to the gnome, reached down and clasped his shoulder. "Glad, very glad to see you and the others safe." 

"We had our troubles," said Ivo. "It seems Talberth found his own way out, but we still had to drag him away." 

Beside them Harald lowered Little Rat gently to the floor after reaching back with one hand and pulling down the thief. He caught a handful of the halfling's shirt and lowered him to the ground like a puppy clutched in its mother's mouth. 

"Gytha," Harald said, "here, this one needs your help." 

"He sleeps," she said examing the wounds on his head. "Not good," Gytha rolled back the orc's eyelids. "Harald, hold that light closer. Yes keep it above my head, but close." 

"How is he?" Harold asked, concerned. 

"He will need the Saint's grace. I will call for his aid," said Gytha. 

"Do what you can," said Harold, "please." 

"I will, do not worry," Gytha told him. 

"Let her pray," said the ranger. He drew the halfling back and they joined the rest of the company where they had gathered near the shattered pillar. Man, elf, halfling and gnome sat or crouched on the ground in a rough circle. Nearby Gytha prayed for the gift of healing to be bestowed on the young orc. Telenstil smiled at the sight. 

* * * 

White Dwarf #1 - Cover

In many ways White Dwarf was always more enjoyable to me than Dragon or the other RPG magazines of the era. Better covers for the most part, from good to brilliant interior art, and in each slim volume some silly to excellent ideas, articles, monsters and adventures which Dragon could not be counted on to have. 

I was lucky enough to enjoy miniature wargaming and the Warhammer/40K system so as WD neared 100 and shifted from RPGs (except for Warhammer) and turned into a house organ for Games Workshop, I didn't mind. I never took the step from 1st edition AD&D to 2nd and found Dragon less and less rewarding as it too reached the century mark. 

I hope to explore each issue of White Dwarf as I have explored the Strategic Review and Dragon and JG Journel, Pegasus, and many other magazines and zines over the years. I haven't picked up an older issue of The Dwarf in years and as I wrestle with this new computer I've decided to dig into these old and valued issues and see what I can redisacover.

This first  cover is of the first reprint. I will also dig out the original #1 and compare to see if there are any differences, because not only the articles were both intriguing and inspiring, the ads were too. 

Encyclopedia Greyhawkania (Salvage) Part 7 (B - Bao)

.B]

Baael (Archfiend)[Deity]
DRG#206 - 43
IVID
WG8 - 69

Baael, Temple of (Rauxes)[TMP]
WG8 - 71

Baalberith (Devil)[NPC]
MMII - 44

Baalphegor (Devil)[NPC]
MMII - 44

Baalzebul (Devil)[Deity]
DMG1 - 198
L3 - 3-7,11,22,23
MMI - 20
MMII - 44,45,46,48
ROG - 42

Baalzebul, Temple of [TMP]
L3 - 22

Baalzephon (Devil)[NPC]
DRG#206 - 43
IVID
        MMII - 44

Baalzy [Deity]
SEE Baael

Baaneth [NPC]
IVID

Baator (First Layer of Hell)[PLN]
DRG#230 - 16
        DRG#292 - 68,69,71,72

Bab-El Djebel Oasis [RVR]
        I9 - 19,IBC

Baba Yaga, The Dancing Hut of [ITM]
        DMG1 - 124,156
        DRG#299 - 101
        EW - 44
RTO8 - 43

Babrak Ben Baraka [NPC]
        I9 - 34

Back-Talker (Sword)[ITM]
T1-4 - 127

Backbreaker
SEE Wilorne

Bad Deep [BTL]
FTAC - 43,47
        LGJ#4 - 28
SLV - 17
TAB - 8

Bad Dog Tribe (Goblin)[CLN]
SLV - 63

Badger, Dire [MON]
        ONW1-04 - 6,7,9

Badgertown [TWN]
WG12 - 15,26,38

Badlands [PLC]
WGR4 - 49,50,51,52,55
WGR5 - 89

Badwall (Pop 5,200)(Pop 3,300)[TWN]
AOE - 7,30,57,59,61,66-68,71,73,77
COG:GOTF - 18
DRG#167 - 10
DUN#13 - 4
FTAR#3
GW:ADV - 18
        LGG - 86,87
        LGJ#3 - 29
SLV - 7,122
TAB - 55
        WG11 - IC
TAB:AM - 10
WGA4 - 49
        WGG - 19
WOGA - 41
WOGG - IBC

Bael (Devil)[NPC]
        MMII - 44,46

Baerian Vangear (Gnome)[NPC]
        LOG - 41,105

Baern Barraeth (F7)[NPC]
        WGS1 - 31
WGS2 - 54,55

Baernen Keldas {Kelldas}[NPC]
        SEE Keldas, Baernen

Baervan Wildwanderer (Gnome)[Deity]
FTAA - 96
        LGJ#3 - 17
LOG - 70
        UA - 117,122

Bahamut [Deity]
        DMG1 - 160,164
DRG#87 - 23

Bahgtru (Orc)[Deity]
FTAA - 96
        UA - 119,120,122
WGR5 - 41,90

Baizel [CTL]
DRG#206 - 34
IVID

Bajastelle Renderan [F8/C5][NPC]
IVID

Bakemono [MON]
GA - 101

Bakers, Cooks, and Millers, Guild of, (City of Greyhawk)[GLD]
COG:FFF - 30,31
DRG#262 - 41
LGJ#5 - 7
PGTG - 29
TAB - 46,94,96,124,125

Bakers Court (Sornhill)[PLC]
        LOG - 82

Bakhoury Coast [PLC]
        LGG - 136,137,138
LGJ#5 - 17,18,21

Baklarran Dwarevn Clan [CLN]
DRG#191 - 68
DRG#241 - 43
FTAA - 66

Baklarran, Beauteuous Cones of the [MT]
DRG#191 - 67,68
DRG#241 - 43
FTAA - 66,67
FTAC - 26

Baklunish (Bakluni)[PPL][LNG]
AOE - 189
ATG - 88
CED - 166,240
COG:FFF - 25
COLTM - 2
DRG#52 - 20,24
DRG#55 - 17,18,19
DRG#191 - 66,68
DRG#230 - 12,14
DRG#241 - 40,48,52
DRG#253 - 43
DRG#256 - 45
DRG#263 - 44
DRG#264 - 47
DRG#269 - 65
        DRG#292 - 96
        DRG#294 - 93,94
        DRG#295 - 94
        DRG#299 - 99
        DRG#301 - 89
DRG#AN1 - 72
DUN#19 - 7,13
DUN#30 - 22
DUN#32 - 60
DUN#41 - 50,57
FTAA -  3,4,7,11-14,25,30,33,40,42-44,56,61,62,64,72,
80,83,83
FTAC - 16,53,69,74
        FTAR#1
FTAR#2
        HART - 37
IVID
LGG - 3,4,5,6,7,8,11,12,13,19,22,23,32,33,37,42,43,50
                51,65,66,67,83,84,85,92,95,110,113,114,115,122,133,
                136,139,143,146,147,148,154,155,156,158,159,160,161,165,
                170,172,176,188,190
LGJ#0 - 7
LGJ#1 - 9,16,28
LGJ#2 - 29
        LGJ#3 - 9,10,11,16,26
        LGJ#4 - 11,28,29
LGJ#5 - 4,12,13,14,15,16,19,20,21,28
        LOG - 42
NA - 307,331,334,335,350,351
PGTG - 1-6,9,10,13,15,18,19,22,27,31,36,37,41-43,45-47
POLY#128 - 28
        POLY#139 - 20,21
RTO8 - 32,53,62
SLV - 8,44
SOD - 33,39,48,62,71-73,112,126,129,132,143,147,152,161
SOOC - 24,141
T1-4 - 120
TAB - 9,14,16,17,18,19,36-38,68,70,74,97,101,105,110,
118
TD - 8
TSB - 2,3,23
TSC - 2,21,22
WG8 - 16,37,39,45,105,121
WGA4 - 6,47,60,66,81,94
        WGG - 5,6,8,9,12,13,14,17,21,24
WGR3 - 12
WGR4 - 3,42,51,74
WGR5 - 4,20,31,61,66,86,89,92
WOGA - 8-11,13,14,16,21,28,30,31,38,52,53,60-62,77,78,
80,90,98,99
WOGG - 31

Baklunish Basin [PLC]
TAB - 12

Baklunish Empire [KNG]
COLTM - 2
DRG#263 - 44
DRG#AN1 - 72
LGG - 13,43,136,146,155
LGJ#5 - 1,10,19
LOG - 5,8
PGTG - 3,6,9,14,36,37
RTO8 - 62
TAB - 14,15,18,38,55,94
TSB - 23
TSC - 38
WGA4 - 60

Baklunish Hegira [LNG]
LGG - 13
        LGJ#3 - 9
LGJ#5 - 20,21
PGTG - 14
TAB - 39

Baklunish Lands [PLC]
TAB - 36

Baklunish States [KNG]
TAB - 37,38,69

Baklunish-Suloise War [BTL]
FTAA - 3
        FTAR#1
GA - 102
        LGG - 32,110,154
LGJ#5 - 20
PGTG - 9
TAB - 14
        WGG - 5
WG8 - 25,105
WGR4 - 3
WOGA - 8,9

Bakrak (Male)[F5][NPC]
WG8 - 17,18,20,21,24

Balabab Merchant Company (Rauxes)[SHP]
WG8 - 71

Balan (Devil)[NPC]
        MMII - 44

Balance [ORG]
CED - 30,31,33,59,61,62,63,65,66,67,68,69,70,71,75,76,109
110,114,115,120,135,136,167,170,188,205,221,226,232,244
245,246,248,249,254,271,275,279,283,292,294,315,317,320
323,327,335,341,342,345,346,355,356,357,358,360,365,371
373,377,379
COG:FFF - 27
COH - 114,115,117,121,126,131,215,216,217,219,223,361
362,363,364,365,366,370,372,387,392
        DOD - 8,9,10,11,12,13,15,16,17,18,26,28,33,37,39,40,47,48,52
                54,62,64,124,131,135,140,143,147,157,165,166,174,175
                177,189,192,194,202,208,215,221,225,227,233,235,238,241
                247,251,280,306,307,217,325,348,350,352,355,359,390,404
                410,426
        DRG#291 - 92
LGJ#0 - 9
        LGJ#3 - 12
WGA4 - 13,85

Balance, Lady of [NPC]
NA - 35

Balance, Lords of [ORG]
CED - 69,70,75,110,167
NA - 34,35

Balar [NPC]
WGA4 - 20

Balash-Kopeh, Sisterhood of [ORG]
LGJ#1 - 7

Balaour [TWN]
IVID

Bald Hill (Lendore Isle)[MT]
DUN#71 - 18
L1 - IN,5

Baldor [NPC]
COH - 209,210

Baldrenn (Onnwal)[PRV]
LOG - 96

Baldrenn [TWN]
LOG - 96

Baldwin [NPC]
DRG#6 - 22

Bale Keep [CTL]
LGJ#1 - 16,17,19,33

Baleen River [RVR]
TSB - 30,Map

Ballad of the Sweaty Yeti [BK]
TD - 11

Ballard (Male)[R1][NPC]
N1 - 28

Balmar [NPC]
L2 - 10,11,13,14

Balmorrow [F7/T5/B5][NPC]
L2 - 2,5,10,11,14,19,27

Balmund (Pop 1,300)[TWN]
LGG - 25,27,29
WGR5 - 42,44,46,50,51,80,85

Balok [LNG]
        VR - 20

Balooshi the Djinni [NPC]
L1 - 21

Balor [MON]
AOE - 323

Balraize [NPC]
IVID

Baltana {Beltana}(Drow)[C10][NPC]
D3 - 19
GDQ - 88

Baltazo (Demon)[NPC]
MMII - 35

Balto [Mnk1][NPC]
        DMG1 - 71

Baltron {of Linth}[M16][NPC]
I7 - 2,5,8,9,21,22,25,27,28
LGJ#1 - 19,33

Baltrons Beacon [CTL]
LGJ#1 - 33

Bamadar Kadarel (Dwarf)[F8][NPC]
  FTAC - 77,78,87
FTAR#13

Bamair Mandarek [C12][NPC]
WGS1 - 37,38

Bampton [TWN]
        LGG - 124

Banburn, Isle of [ILE]
I7 - 22

Bandalar, Barony of [PRV]
LGJ#5 - 28

Bandit Kingdoms (Bandit Lands)(Pop 95,000+)[KNG]
AOE - 31,37,95,189,193
COG:C# - 11
COG:FFF - 3,6,43,48,71,73,78,84
COG:GOTF - 14,19
COH - 142,223
        DMG1 - 157
        DOD - 8
DRG#37 - 11
DRG#52 - 20
DRG#55 - 18,19
DRG#56 - 18,21
DRG#63 - 14
DRG#191 - 67
DRG#208 - 54
DRG#253 - 44,46
DRG#262 - 38
DRG#265 - 60
        DRG#293 - 90
        DRG#297 - 92
DUN#32 - 61,62,64,65,71
        FAT - 16
FTAA - 4,6,10,22,27,28,33,35,37-39,55,59,75
FTAC - 4,19,31
        FTAR#1
FTAR#2
        FTAR#9
GA - 37,38,45,46,81
GW:ADV - 7,9,15,17
LGG - IC,15,25,27,29,30,31,35,47,58,59,62,63,82,94,102,103,
                104,109,112,113,123,124,144,152,159,182
LGJ#0 - 3,5,13
LGJ#1 - 4,24,28,32
LGJ#2 - 28
        LGJ#3 - 26
PGTG - 6,10
RTO8 - 59
RWPM - 3
S2 - 2
        S2E - 2
SOD - 14
SOOC - 6,138,151,236,242
TAB Pg# 3,5,19,69,116
WG8 - 3,6
WG12 - 5,48
        WGG - IC,2,6,7,8,10,13,14,15,16,22
WGM1 - 13
WGR4 - 3,15,20,28,45,59,62,71,76,79,81,89,95
WGR5 - 1,4,7,15,16,28,35-38,40-42,45-56,61,67,68,69,71,72
74,76,81,90,96
WGS1 - IC,IBC,4,11,24
WGS2 - 6,10,13,31
WOGA - 11,14,19,29,33,34,36,49,55,59,IBC
WOGG - 8,10,17,32

Bandit Kings [PPL]
LGG - 25
PGTG - 10
TAB - 19,58
        WGG - 5
WOGA - 9,22,59

Bandit Lands [PRV]
LGG - 25,30
PGTG - 6,12,59
RTO8 - 59
TAB Pg# 17,23

Bandul The Keen [NPC]
LGJ#5 - 5

Banestone [ITM]
IVID

Banishment of the Sorcerers [CAL]
LGJ#5 - 21

Banker Faction [ORG]
TSB - 16

Bannan, Meara [NPC]
A1-4 - 9

Bannan, Shane [NPC]
A1-4 - 9

Banner Day [CAL]
LOG - 17

Banner Hills [MT]
        LGG - 67,139,142,143,153

Bannermen [ORG]
IVID

Banquo (Loreward)[NPC]
        VR - IC,5,7,21,22,23,24,26,27,31,32,51,55,56

Banshee Corridor (Erelhei-Cinlu)[STR]
        DRG#298 - 83

Banwald (General)[F8][NPC]
DRG#63 - 17

Baony [MON]
FTAA - 29