Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: zkessin@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu (Lego) Subject: Enter the Mage Message-ID: Date: Tue, 12 May 1992 17:25:39 GMT ENTER THE MAGE He walks into the in, Tall with black hair and a sky blue robe. A mage if that can be judged by the silver shod staff and the ruins on is robe. Leaning on the staff he makes his way over to the fire place and finds a chair to sit in. Noting a bar maid he calls for wine, the best in the house. I will be going on a journey of many miles starting this week, he says to anyone who will listen, I must leave my lodging soon to travel to the barren waste land known as "New Jersey" for there exists the house of my father. I am not wanting to travel 200 miles from my friends and home but i shall soon be back her to the Dragon's inn. He drinks his wine and calls for some bread and cheese. He sits and warms his feet by the fire for a while. Then callse for more wine. --Lego Zkessin@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu There are worlds out there where the sky is burning. The sea's asleep, and the rivers dream. People made of smoke and cities made of sound. Somewhere there's danger. Somewhere there's injustice. Somewhere else the tea's getting cold. Come on Ace, we've got work to do." -The Doctor "Survival"