Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: dwest@odin.unomaha.edu (David West) Subject: Re: Strong brew, eh? Message-ID: Keywords: liquor, dinner, conversation References: <1992May13.025604.18688@m.cs.uiuc.edu> Date: Wed, 13 May 1992 16:56:29 GMT ikos@netcom.com (Ikos) writes: >Gilrood's, and everyone else's, face lights up in delight at seeing the >fair spread out in front of them. "Lightfinger," Gilrood says thru a >mouth stuffed with salad and pizza, "this is too much! But what will the >owner think, being gypped out of several good dinner sales." He reaches >for his stein and takes a big swig to wash the food down. "And what is >this about reputations?" he Gilrood adds cheerily. Lightfinger puts down the wing he was chewing on and sighs, "Alas, in my homeland, I have acquired a certain reputation, which has caused me to come to this land..." "It started about 10 years ago. I was a natural at magic, and had been practicing for some time. Beginning to think that I was running out of things I could learn myself, I applied to the Rohaj School of Magic, a prestigious university in my land." "Unfortunately, I, being from a rather rural area, was rejected...not having the status that the snobs at the university wanted for their students. I vowed my revenge, obviously, to prove I was better." "For many years, I taught myself the nuances of magic, until 2 years ago, when I returned to the School of Magic. I again applied, and was rejected again, despite the fact I knew more than the teachers now. In my rage, I proceeded to level the college by causing an earthquake. For this action, I am both wanted in my country as a criminal, and have acquired a reputation for vengeance." "But, then, they don't know the whole story...I waited until they evacuated the college before I destroyed it. No lives were lost, yet, as politicians are want to do, they blew it out of proportion. This is why I have problems with single-minded clerics...the clerics of Rohaj came up with 'evidence' that I was consorting with demons to destroy the college." "So," Lightfinger continues "I am here, resting in this tavern, rather than in my own country, practicing magic." Lightfinger smiles "Oh, don't worry...I have already paid for these meals. I made sure of that." Lightfinger looks around the room and grins..."I'd almost rather be here, with good food, good music, and someone to talk to." Out of reflex, he tosses 5 coins of a whitish tint into the purse that Rowan is looking into at the moment...