Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: nicholas@next01pg2.wam.umd.edu (James Ronald Simonds)
Subject: What's cookin?
Message-ID: <1992May12.144706.7605@wam.umd.edu>
Date: Tue, 12 May 1992 14:47:06 GMT


Suddenly the door burst open. In the doorway stands a tall man. He wears a
black and bloodred robe: the clothing worn by the newly created order of  
Tymar.
He stands with his head tall, like a man who is used to being obeyed.
He stares around the room until he sees the drow and his two companions.  
Then
his get a wild look. From under his robe the cleric draws a longsword, 
raises it over his head in a gesture, lowers it until it points at the  
drow.

	"Go back to the EVIL world that you crawled out from or be crushed  
like the 
		rat you are!" - he shouts to the drow.


Suddenly (the door to the inn is enchanted to always open 'suddenly') a  
mountain of flesh rushes in the door, nearly ripping it off it's hinges,  
barrels over the haughty priest, shouts out "Window's got broke again,  
don't you gobsnots know how much glass costs??", frowns at the innkeep  
using the dragon to roast potatoes again, roars "Go get some more glass  
fer the windowhole and leave this to the people what KNOWS WHAT THEY'RE  
DOIN!!!", grabs the frying pan, *wonks* the staggering priest over the  
head with it, growling "No teasin the elves", and stomps back to the  
kitchen, calling "You'll have REAL eats soon!" over his shoulder, this  
pronouncement soon followed by a resounding CRASH from the kitchen.

You think it had fangs and purple skin, but you're not too sure.