Gary Gygax - Saga of the Old City

With cautious haste, the gang complied, and the last Gord saw of them they were going as fast as they could manage, hauling their still-unconscious leader by his arms, his legs scraping and bouncing along the rough cobbles as they hastened into a narrow alleyway and out of sight.

“That was not exactly revenge,” the grinning young thief thought to himself as he put his disguise back on and headed away from the slums. “It was more like justice.” He had balanced things, wiped out an old humiliation, and at last freed himself from whatever vague stigma from his former existence had plagued him over the years.

Now there was nothing left undone, nothing more to prove, no more of the old-except this cherished possession, the box that old Leena had once told him was somehow tied to the mystery of Gord’s parentage. He had found it easily, right where he had seen Leena bury it years ago, close to where the old lean-to of his childhood had stood.

He didn’t know exactly what he would do with, or about, the box-but that was a matter for later. Now he had a new life to build. All of Greyhawk lay before him, waiting for him to familiarize and refamiliarize himself with-from an exhilarating new perspective! Equipped with the vast riches, knowledge, and skills gained in his broad wanderings, Gord knew that Greyhawk was now his, and he had some interesting times in store.