From: c9e-al@danube.Berkeley.EDU (Chua Hak Lien)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Higar: Re: special delivery
Date: 20 May 1992 14:00:08 GMT
Message-ID: <vdm18INNrbv@agate.berkeley.edu>
References: <S082.92May19175914@nonne.fireplace.dragons-inn> <S082.92May19183512@nonne.fireplace.dragons-inn> <vbha8INNj3p@agate.berkeley.edu>

[ Apologies: I jumped the gun before I got approval. This is a repost,
with corrections from Ketil, the guy who came up with the Troll... ]

"A TRHOLL! Pah, 'tis time for Higar to do what Higar do besth..."

With that, he rushes from his table towards the stone-hued giant, his hammer
drawn. His crossbow, still attached by a chain to his belt, clatters
along the floor noisily.

"Take that!", Higar shouts, trying to smash the Troll's kneecap. The
blow is caught by the huge hands of the Troll, however, who then pushes
the hammer away. It slides along the floor and makes a nice rectangular-
shaped hole in the far wall.

The Troll picks Higar up by his dirty collar.
"Ghulp! Could we ( hic! ) discuss this?", says Higar.

The Troll exposes its three inch long incisors, and it takes quite a
while before you realize that he's actually smiling.  There's a loud
sizzle as the dwarf's hair catches fire.  The troll then pulls the dwarf's
face right next to his, flattening their noses together. ( well, the dwarf's
nose mainly.. ) 

"Nice Troll.. nice.. troll? ( hic? )," says Higar, frantically petting the 
Troll's rough-hewn head. 

With a loud grunt the Troll hurls the dwarf across the room, one-handed.

"ARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh....", dwarf and
crossbow sail through the air, nearly hitting the faeries before
going through the window in a perfect arc.

* KLANG * KRUCNCH * KRUMBLE * KERANG * KLONK *

"Ohh...", the other patrons hear the dwarf groan.

Littlefair, his back turned all through this, sighs and says,
"No dwarf tossing in the bar."

    Higar The Horrible -- Smelly Dwarf with Nice XBow, Trapmaker for Hire
    *=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=*
[ Uhh... on second thought, he won't be able to be hired for the next two
weeks.. ]



The troll spits molten rock, and turns an angry scowl towards
Littlefair. 'ST&P!D DW@RV#S' he mutters.  'N* T@ST# !N'#M #!TH#R'

[ Thanks to Ketil!! ]






