Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: kender@wam.umd.edu
Subject: Morgue screwed up her last post :(
Message-ID: <1992May20.214308.14448@ms.uky.edu>
Date: Wed, 20 May 1992 21:43:08 GMT

(so i'll have to try to think of it all again and try posting another
way... please don't mail to this address.)
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  "Come here often? Nah, never been here before. Dis place is so busy!
Well, if yer leavin, i'll see ya around- Dere's yer fries, i 
guess ya missed it when the barmaid put 'em down." She pats the other
Orc on the shoulder as she strides across the room to retrieve the axe
she threw through the crowd. "Hmmph. Didn't mean ta ruin yer game- les'
get anudder target, eh?" She rips her axe out of the target and puts it
in her belt loop, then takes the target down and examines the crack left
in the wall. After stepping back, "Hmmph," she walks over to the bar to 
complain about not having received her dinner, and seems to forget 
completely about the target. 
  "No Half-zane brandy, eh? Hmmph, guess it's too much to expect ya ta 
have much inna way 'a other-worldly drinks. But da Half-zanes make da
best, ya know. Ya oughtta look inta gettin some. So whatcha got? Nevermind
da list, just gimme yer strongest. I hope ya take red gold here; guess
i'm lucky yer not elves. Didn't i order dinner too? Ah yeah, da buck i 
brough in- put dem antlers over yer fireplace. All i want is dinner and
drink, i'm leavin in de mornin'."

  She turns around to tell anybody who's listening, "Oh yeah. Morgue.
Dat's what dey call me," she fondles the pommel of the huge sword on
her back, "'cuz dat's wher i put 'em..." She smirks, then steps over
to the table where she and O^ulak were sitting. She again props her foot
on the table, and just watches the goings on in the room while waiting for
her dinner (still).