Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: andsol@arcadien.owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Subject: Kron:[INN]: Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-Jog
Message-ID: <1992May29.200408.9550@rice.edu>
Keywords: Kron, Teondir, slavers, done!
Date: Fri, 29 May 1992 20:04:08 GMT

"Now, the bad news," says Kron, and presses the button.  "I am terribly
doubtful that my plan will actually w...."

Space and time fold like an accordian.  Sergeant Kron suffers the unnerving
sensation of being bundled up like an unused futon.  There is a squeeze,
a pop, and then......

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The Dragon's Inn (of Dragon Lane, Rowan Littlefair, proprietor) has exactly
one door leading into the main chamber and tavern area.  It has an 
inexhaustible supply of corners, but only one door.  Funny that.

Funnier still is that, considering the large number of patrons in the Inn,
and the singular status of the aforementioned door, said portal gets used
with breathtaking INfrequency.  Wizards love to pop in and out using
their favorite teleport spell, Dimension shifters just kind of appear, Thieves
creep in from the back entrance to the kitchen, and a distressing majority
of brawny hustlers either get thrown in or out of windows, or they simply
beat down a wall.  Those who do use the door typically kick it in, a fact
the mere mention of which turns Rowan Littlefair's face a color rather
similar to that of a beet.

One such portal-less entry occurs just above the table of two regulars,
named Cliff and Norm.  Two extremely scorched and disheveled guardsmen,
one unconscious, the other bewildered, drop onto the table, crushing
it flat beneath them. "..............ork.....Ow!" says the guard who
is conscious.  He gets up and looks about him, brushes himself off, and
says to his senseless comrade, "Er.....on second thought, forget the bad
news."  Turning to Cliff and Norm, he says, "Let me buy you two a couple
new drinks, friends -- in a moment."

Kron turns to the pub at large and bellows, "DOES ANYBODY HERE HAVE ANY
HEALING ABILITY?  THIS MAN NEEDS A MEDIC!"  He then shuffles exhaustedly
over to the bar.  "Littlefair," he mumbles, "You better tap a barrel of
your best.  I'm gonna need it."

END OF THE DOUGL CHASE

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