Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: perhj@fenris.dhhalden.no (Per Henrik Johansen) Subject: Tymarian on the floor Message-ID: Keywords: Tymar, cleric, Brian, Vicar, Drow Date: Wed, 13 May 1992 10:13:10 GMT After the nasty blow to his head, Vicar Brian tries to get to his feet. It seems like he is going to make it, but when he is almost up he stops, hang in the air for a second and crash down to the floor again. Several hours pass. "My head, my head! What happened to my head?" Brian is waking up from his(shall we say long?) sleep on the floor, which, to his surprise, is absolutely clean. Yes, clean!. With all those people walking in and out of the place, how can anyone manage to clean up the mess? "Only the best cleaner in the world could manage something like this" - Brian says to himself. He gets to his feet and takes a look round the room. No one has seemed to notice that cowardly sneak attack. Brian takes a look at the floor and tries to locate his sword. It isn't there! "Just my luck" - Brian says - "I had that drow cornered and I loose my s word" "Oh yes - the drow." Brian turns towards the drow. Takes a long stare and then sigh. "I'll keep an eye on you drow. You won't be this lucky the next time we meet!" He then turns and walk toward the fireplace. He looks at the norseman and says: "If your invitation still stand I would like to join you. By the way, my name is Brian, Vicar of the Great Tymar, the God of Wars. What might you r name be?" -- Per Henrik Johansen, Ostfold Regional College, Halden, Norway Email: perhj@sofus.dhhalden.no || perhj@fenris.dhhalden.no -------------------------------------------------------------- "We come in peace. Shoot to kill !"