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The Doclopedia #1,712
It’s In The Bag!: The Bag Of Holding
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Korvic: This taking way too long, Atilda.
Atilda: Spells of Detecting take a few minutes. I told you that already.
Wado: It’s a bag of holding, I tell ya. I’ve seen a dozen of them.
Korvic: And how many did you steal?
Wado: Seven. No, wait, it was 8. I stole one off a drunken pimp in Ekarris once. Damn thing was full of cheap wine and fake jewelry.
Mantino: That’s what happens when one sinner steals from another.
Wado: Yeah, whatever. Anyway, that’s a…
Atilda: Bag of holding! The magic of it is strong.
Korvic: That probably means it’s big inside. Good! Now I have someplace to store this second suit of Dwarven plate mail.
Wado: So let’s dump it out and see what’s inside. These ruins have been slim pickings so far.
Mantino: I think we should exercise caution. There could be volatile potions in there.
Wado: Uh, yeah, right. Didn’t think of that.
Atilda: Alright then. I’ll just loosen the drawstring while it lies on this table and we’ll have a look inside.
Wado: SHIT! Trolls!
Atilda: AIIEEE!
Korvic: Taste steel, you green bastards!
Mantoni: Mother of Durx, how many more are there?
Atilda: Fireball!
Wado: NOOOO!!! The room is too sma…
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The Doclopedia #1,713
It’s In The Bag!: The Camo Bag
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“I’m sorry, Randi, I just…”
“You just tossed out a camo print bag holding 7 million dollars in cash and diamonds worth another 300 million. You tossed it out 2 minutes ahead of schedule into a goddamn forest full of green undergrowth. From a helicopter doing 120 miles an hour. THAT’S what you did, Jenny!”
“I know, I got my cues wrong. I’m sorry.”
“We had to land early in a fucking swamp. Then we had to hike our asses back to this very general area to search for the bag that is gonna be hard as hell to see now and impossible to see once the sun goes down in a few hours. And then there’s Mabel and her goons waiting for us, while Parson’s and his guys are now putting the word out on us and offering a big reward. We are totally fucked here.”
“I…I think this is the same creek I saw as I tossed it out.”
“It had fucking better be. Terri, Kim, you start heading upstream. Jenny, you and I will head downstream. Anne, you spiral out from here and head back to the chopper about half an hour before dark. If we don’t find it by then, we’ll fly outta here and hole up near Lone Pine for a few days, then come back and search some more. I just hope there isn’t a fucking forest fire any time soon.”
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