Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: guddt@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (David Bennett)
Subject: Flurgle enters. (to little applause)
Message-ID: <1992May26.223134.8104@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>
Keywords: bing womble frog hunter chicken yesterdays left overs
Date: Tue, 26 May 1992 22:31:34 GMT


Flurgle Shadowflop (Flurg for short) quiet unassuming introduction,
forget the fireworks.  (Don't ask how you know his name.  It is just
something you know, maybe he just LOOKS like a Flurgle Shadowflop?)

The door opens (surprising really) and someone enters (extremely
surprising, going for the original start lines here).  He is a smallish
man of average build wearing a mud coloured tatty leather jacket.  He
has a small backpack strapped to his back with the bare necessities
needed to survive out in a swamp.  He has a stupid smile on his face
wanders over to the bar and asks about prices for food and board.
Looking shocked he manages to bargain the inn keeper down to a lower
price (perhaps because he is doing so well these last few weeks :).
After paying for his room he takes his few belongings upstairs.  When he
comes back down he has taken his cloak off and you see he is wearing a
cloth tunic and leggings.  They look well used and not overly clean.  In
fact judgeing by the water stains this person spends a lot of time in
water of some form.  He sits quietly in front of the fire with a bowl of
soup slowly sipping it, whilst glanceing nervously around the room at the
current patrons.

Suddenly the crowd parts and Flurgle sees his long time friend and
companion Bing Jolly who sees him at the same time.  Soon the two
friends are deep in conversation by the fire reminicing over old trips
and catching up on the hunting.  After a while the conversation turns to the
current season and they move into moan mode.

'Tis terrible' says Flurgle, 'The way the swamps are drying up, tis
ruinous for the bisness.'
'Ahhh' says Bing, 'I know what you mean.  Just the other day I went past
old Rumble's swamp (remember Rumble?  Great hunter, great hunter...) and
the ground was almost visible!  Times are bad young Flurgle, they haven't
been this bad since my fathers time.'
'Well' Flurgle frowns slightly, 'I am still manageing to catch my keep.
Still, maybe things aren't as bad as they seem.  I remember haveing a
conversation similar to this just three years ago,  Maybe the years move
in cycles.  The swamps get moved about by She Who Lives In Swamps?'
Flurgle gives a good attempt at thinking.
Flurgle looks around the room.  'Strange lot of patrons here tonight.
Never seen so many strange people in one place before.  Hey look at that
one!' (Flurgle points covertly at some large guy that just entered), 'Wow!
Is that whatshisname?  You know the big guy I was hearing all those
stories about last year?'
'Nahhh' says Bing, 'Whathisname moved out of town last year, thats some
other hero guy.'
And conversation turns to other less interesting topics (Well depends on
who you are, they might be interesting, but they are not interesting to
me and since I am writting this you don't get them).

In my fathers time...  This never would have happened...

Flurgle Shadowflop.

David.
[DDT] Pink fish forever.

Well....  It will do.
-- 
  David Bennett,  guddt@uniwa.uwa.oz.au | University Computer Club
     Where Pink fish swim backwards.    | c/o Guild of Undergraduates
These words I am singing now mean nothing more than meow to an animal - TMBG
Disclaimer: Any spelling mistakes in this article are all entirly my fault.  Any grammer errors spotted in this article were put there because I could.