From: unixwiz@mcl.ucsb.edu (Silk)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Thindrangistar] begins his tale
Message-ID: <unixwiz.707183238@mcl>
Date: 29 May 92 23:47:18 GMT

Invloving:  Thindrangistar

Thindrangistar arises from his table.  He walks to the side of the inn,
and waves his hand.  A tall stool rises from the floor.  He sets himself on
it, and clears his throat.

	"Ladies and Gentlemen, I bring you a tale, of Wizards and Heroes, of
Monsters and Mayhem."

	"Many years ago, in a small town called Snark, near the Endless Sea, a
stranger wandered into the town square.  He was rather plain looking,
dressed in light green.  Nothing marked him as special, he was just
average.  However, he brought news, and that was enough to make the
townspeople crowd around him."

	Thindrangistar arises, and strikes a pose of a man, tired and weary
with something heavy on his mind.  In a weak voice, he continues, "A Dragon
had arisen in the swamps to the north of Snark.  Already two legions of
cavalry have fallen to the beast.  No one knows why."  Thindrangistar sits
back down, his appearance changing back to neutral

	"The townspeople chattered in alarm, for they had no hero to defend
them, they had no mage to cast spells in their defense."

	Thindrang rises again, standing straight and tall, a look of
self-importance in his face.  In a strong, clear voice, he speaks, "The
Mayor called attention to himself.  'People of Snark,' he said, 'We,
reluctantly must leave Snark.  Our fair city we must surrender to this foul
beast.  We have no heroes to defend us.'"

	Thindrangistar sits back down, and waves for a drink.  He takes a
sip of some water, and begins to mumble.  The air to his left begins to
shimmer, and waver, and a picture begins to form.  It is of a town, and
people are running in and out of their houses, bringing packages and
furniture out, stacking them on carts.  In the background, flames appear,
off in the distance.  One person comes running into the square in the
center of town, his arms gesticulating wildly, waving towards the
background.

	The picture stays, starting to picture what Thindrangistar says,
zooming in on the man.  "The Dragon had been spotted on the horizon, the
town not yet evacuated.  The people raced to pack their last few
belongings, hoping they could stay ahead of the foul beast."

	Suddenly Thindrangistar slumps over, almost falling off his stool.

	"I'm sorry, the magic takes so much out of me."  He waves again, and a
large, comfortable chair takes the place of the stool.

<------------------To Be Continued-------------------->

Thindrangistar
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