From: c9e-al@danube.Berkeley.EDU (Chua Hak Lien) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Higar: Re: A dwarf enters... Date: 20 May 1992 13:44:59 GMT Message-ID: References: Higar limps back to the inn, and sits down next to Wolverine after finding out that Dwarve's were never meant to fly. Fortunately, his Xbow is still in good condition... "Ohh..", he moans. In article wolve@meceng.coe.northeastern.edu writes: >Wolverine pulls out a chair, and carefully sits down. Ordering a >round of fries and mead, he turns back to Higar. > >"A X-bowman eh, I am a man of the blades myself, though with a slight >addition of other weapons on top, with which I am able. Missile >weapons, I must confess, are not my strongpoint. Though I am capable >with throwing daggers and axes." > >He takes a bite of a fry, and a swallow of mead before continuing. > >"You haven't been home? My thats terrible, where are you from friend >Higar?" > >Wolverine Bloodthorn >-- Higar pauses, staring out into space. The stench from him now is even worse than before. It seems that he had landed in the trash of the Dragon's Inn, and potato peelings still hang from his beard and hair. "I am from the hills of Thorabandir", Higar says with a faraway look. "Aye, Thorabandir, vhere I dis-higned some of the fin-hest traps and ( hic! ) devices.. The chasing boulder, the tickle-torture machine, the pit traps.. I even tested all of them my-shelf... ( hic! )", there is a tear in his grey eyes. "But they th-rewwwww me out! ( hic! ) I whas told to built a catau-pult, so that ve could atthack the stinking goblinsss from a-fhar, and I did so. Ish it my fault if the chief's daughter sthands too close and gets caught in the machinery, and sacri-fices herself for the sake of the dwarvee clan? She landed right on their cap-thain's tent too.. ( hic! ) Good shot... ( hic?! ).. " Mary comes over with a bucket of water, and throws it at Higar. Rowan follows suit. "Mop boy! Clean this up!", Mary shouts. Higar shivers after being given throughly drenched. Some of the patrons are laughing at him. "It's rose-scented," says Mary. "You'd probably never be cleaner.. or less stinky", she smiles. The mop boy emerges and begins to mop up, sighing... "What abhout youz, Wolvie, ( hic! ), where be you from? They exiled me after that's, even though we defeated those nash-ty goblins of the Howling Mooon clan..." Higar The Horrible -- Smelly Dwarf with Nice XBow, Trapmaker for Hire *=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=* [ Stats Available Upon Request ]