Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: jax@polyslo.csc.calpoly.edu (Jaxman)
Subject: Re: Rhoan: [Broadmarch] What's that smell?
Message-ID: <1992May29.052945.7127@rat.csc.calpoly.edu>
Date: Fri, 29 May 92 05:29:45 GMT
References: <1992May28.215856.56036@cc.usu.edu>
Keywords: where there is smoke, there is fire.

Rhoan reacts:
>    After securing his b-axe, Rhoan runs to the rail the _Narwhale_ was just
>attached to.  With the last of his strength he leaps.  A great consussive
>force throws Rhoan much farther than his intended dive.  He hits the water
>hard.  Only by instinct does he survive immediate drowning.  His body seems
>to move itself without any control to the surface.  Once there, a hand reaches
>out and grabs the first thing it feels, a slightly charred peice of wood.
>Somehow, Rhoan pulls his arms over the peice of wood before oblivian takes over.
   As the board with Rhoan hanging on it floats by, a swarthy shape seems to
 fall from the splinters of what was the slavers boat, landing solidly on
 the other end of the board. It is the hideously scarred dwarf, who wraps his
 lengths of chain shackles around the board, then prods Rhoan somewhat 
 ungently.

  "Hey, fighter, wake up! You be dead or what? You not dead, you still breathe.
   Wake up, I no good at swim. We in bad shape." the dwarf seems to stutter
   in broken language, and looks around for other boats. He obviously was a
   former slave, but even that does not seem to fully explain the multitudes
   of scars that cover his body.

--Scar