Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: rigler@uhifa.ifa.hawaii.edu (Michael Rigler)
Subject: Thk [in] the City [re] solo (mis)adventures
Message-ID: <1992Jun9.102920.8719@news.Hawaii.Edu>
Date: Tue, 9 Jun 1992 10:29:20 GMT

Characters mentioned: Thk

Nothing in his experience had prepared the savage lizard man for the 
sights, sounds and smells of Generica.  While inside the Pub, he had 
imagined himself to be in some sort of village like the crude human
frontier settlements which he was fond of sacking.  Instead, stepping
through the doorway, he was faced with the mind-bending vision of a
metropolis!

For several minutes he just stood beneath the sign, scanning the horizon,
attempting to make sense of what he saw:  Horses, market stalls, winding 
lanes, mansions on the heights, towers, castles, cooking fires, ships in
the harbor...

 "RRrrith, Nith kalishniac il uth, uth suthuth.  Fffzz..."

 [Translation:  "Okay, it's just a big, big village...I can handle it..."]

Some instinct made Thk glance up to read the sign, which had a drawing of a 
dragon and "Dragon's [something]" written beneath.  In principle, he knew
how to read Common, but his vocabulary was weak.  He memorized the form
of the second word.

Then he stepped into the street and began walking, leting his feet guide 
him as he drank in the sights.  The natural instinct of any lizard man
is to head for sea-level, and so it was with Thk:  His feet took him down 
hill in the direction of the harbor...
--
Rigler 'Thk'