Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: pope@physics.su.OZ.AU (Nightstalker the Wizard) Subject: A tale of the Nightstalker Message-ID: <1992May15.040027.16737@ucc.su.OZ.AU> Date: Fri, 15 May 1992 04:00:27 GMT It is late at night in the homely bar called the Dragons Inn, but there is still activity both in the Inn, and outside in the market place. Generica is a trade city, a city that never sleeps. Out of the night into the bar wanders a man. From first glance one would think him an albino, as his skin is as white as the snow, but his hair is dark. He looks like an ordinary human, but then what is ordinary? It is quite apparent that this man is white with fright, and will soon tell his tale. He wanders up to the bar, and Littlefair knows to offer him a strong brew, the house brew. Dragon`s Fire, a dark, malt beer that will do damage to the light stomached. "I have just had the most frightening experience of my life this night, and need to tell my tale so that I might sleep well this evening, if I sleep at all. I am Alan, more I will not say, for I do not come hear often, indeed before tonight I had never been here, and may not return. I was advised to come here by someone whom I will soon speak of. He told me that my tale would go down well, and serve the purpose of warning all those of what can happen in Generica after dark." The bar is filled with people on the edge of their seats to hear what fright has befallen the man. Bob stands nearby, ready for a good tale. "I was out, unhappy as usual about my lonelyness, and decided to take solace in a lady of the night. I went to a part of the city where such women are known to be, and found myself a pretty wench, whom I promised money for her services. We wandered until we found a place that offers cheap rooms for this sort of deed. I am not proud of this. We ent up to the room and entered. I turned to undress, and when I turned around again, there I was stood in front of myself, the women was gone and there was me. I almost died on the spot of sheer terror as the creature that was me lunged forth towards me. Then there was the shattering of glass, and in an instant the things chest exploded. I thought the creature perhaps had its jaws in its stomach, but the explosion was caused by a fiery blade, wielded by none other than the Nightstalker himself. It could be noone else. He looked at me and said, 'You should choose your bed fellows more carefully.' With this, fire came forth from the tips of his fingers and soon the dead creature was a pile of ash. I looked up and he was gone, but an owl was pearched on the window sill. It bid me come here before going home, and then flew into the night. I assure you, never again. Who ever he is, he saved my life tonight." With this the man finished his beer. Littlefair motioned to Bob, who helped the man upstairs to a room, to rest his weary head. "The night can be a dangerous place in this city. It is good that the Nightstalker wanders the night." With this, Littlefair goes upstairs to check up on the man. -- ******************************************************************************* * Nightstalker the Wizard: Between the night and the light he walks. * * "Gaze into my crystal ball, see what lies behind the wall, can't you * * feel the wonder of it all?" * *******************************************************************************