Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: u870251@postoffice.utas.edu.au (Tony Kerstan)
Subject: Drool Returns...and Tojar's Quest
Message-ID: <1992May25.091849.18604@newsroom.utas.edu.au>
Date: Mon, 25 May 1992 09:18:49 GMT

( At this time Tojar has had a long sleep and has woken rejuvenated. Tojar has
asked for experienced and faithful adventurers to go on a quest to destroy
the sword Gargantua, and rid the world of it's evil... Tojar has asked that 
Wolf Barbarian, Drool Slorborg, of his allegiance to his worthy cause. Drool
replies, but our story begins before that...)

Drool Slorborg, Wolf barbarian, and compnaion of the mighty Tojar Oridian has
returned after his swearing bloodfeud against the evil Kargoth. As eyes turn 
from the MANY-cornered Dragon's-Inn, the occupants notice a different man
entering the large common-room. His old, putrid armour and clothes are gone, 
as well as the sickly smell of many months of sweat and grime. The thin veil 
of travel-dirt on his face, as well as the characteristic bits of his last
meal in his beard have disappeared. 

The gathering in the Dragons-inn is confronted by a Wolf Warrior, sworn to a
quest. Drool's beard is gone, and his hair is tied back in a long platt. The
leather armour is of fine quality, and carries the emblem of a wolf  in the 
middle of his broad chest. Drool's arms and legs are armoured with leather
greaves, and his boots are of fine travel leather. His hands, in leather wolf
claw gauntlets, rest on the  huge Bardiche', the devil's meat cleaver, 
standing 5' tall in front of him.

Drool listen's intently what Tojar says. Tojar asks who will join him on the
quest to destroy the sword Gargantua. Andor and Orriam instantly offer their
swords to him. Tojar looks at Drool, waiting for his reply.

"I will join you, lord Tojar Oridian" says Drool, his face intense with 
obsession, "I will you join on this quest to destroy Gargantua, for I have
declared that I shall live in shame until the deed is done, or my last breath
escapes me in death." Tojar nods his approval, a faint smile traced along
his lips. "And if anyone gets in our way, I'll rip his eyes out through his 
ears!!" is Drool's parting comment. 

(If anyone wishes to join this dangerous, if not  fatal quest, then Tojar 
Oridian can be contacted at his corner at the inn) 

mgb@geo.geol.utas.edu.au (Micheal Brown);

and Drool Slorborg at: u870251@postoffice.utas.edu.au (Tony Kerstan)