Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: andsol@screech.owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Subject: Kron: [inn]: We Ride!!
Message-ID: <1992Jun11.145628.18978@rice.edu>
Keywords: Kron, Cheyenne, murder
Date: Thu, 11 Jun 1992 14:56:28 GMT

Characters:  All Cheyenne-hunters

Many drinks have been drunk, and much has been decided.  Colin must seek
a lizardman which appears to be making trouble on the docks, and so must
regretfully bow out of the company.  Scar and Maleiu have sources of 
information that they will tap this evening.  The others look to Kron:
"What now?"

Kron stares at his beer for a few moments, then speaks: "I feel that we
should start our investigation by returning to the scene where last left
Creft.  Yes, it's true, I did slug the man on the jaw.  But I swear to
you, it was merely to knock him out, not to kill!  And I certainly did
not cut the man!

"Perhaps there will be clues there, albeit old ones, that can give us a 
starting point."

"So, friends, my proposal -- we split up, as agreed, and seek information.
We return to this very Inn tonight, no later than first light.  Then we
can pool our information and decide how to proceed.  Perhaps one of us
will uncover my sister's location!

"Now, then -- let us try to contact ...sage with his little box....."
Kron scribbles something on a piece of paper, then seizes the box and....

Suddenly there is a prickle at the back of Kron's neck.  A voice says,
"I'm BAAA-ack..."

Kron turns to see the familiar smoky outline of the servant of ...sage.
It speaks: "My master says that urgent matters call and that I am to 
serve you once again.  He can still be contacted by the box that is here,
but no other means of reaching him are going to work."

Kron smirks, then tossed the scrap of paper in a waste basket. "Never mind."

The table is dispersing.  Scar is chatting with the lady bard and a few 
others.  Silken goes for a breath of air.  Fenris and Highflyer go up to
their rooms.  Kron decides to rest at the table -- he is so tired!  He
drifts off.......

He is awakened a few minutes later by the return of Fenris and Highflyer.
They have equipped themselves and seem ready for anything.  They also
present Kron with a sword and suit of armor:  "Kron our friend!  You said
that you were ill-equipped.  We have here a suit of Human chain which may
fit you, and a longsword forged by one of the finest elven smiths.  You
are welcome to use these for this quest."

Kron smiles.  "Your offer of these marvelous works of metalsmithing is most
generous, Highflyer," he replies, "but I would feel like a pantomime Knight
in that get-up.  I'm sure it works for you, but I wouldn't know the first
thing about how to fight using that great skewer.  And as for the mail;
well, I'm not so young anymore, and I surely don't need to be any slower
than I am!  So I thank you, but I think your loan would hurt more than
help.  Still, though, you are right that I do need to somehow arm myself.
Perhaps we can stop by the store of my friend Throcken; his armory is just
next door."

There is the sudden THUNK! sound of a crossbow bolt striking wood.  Turning
to the door, Kron sees a metal head sticking through the frame.  There is
a blue goop dripping off the end.  Kron turns to the others:  "Er....I
think we had better check on our friend Silken....."
-- 
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Phone:713-529-8627	| for each other."	John Brunner
bridge-sleep-eat-sex-bridge-sleep-eat-sex-bridge-sleep-I'M STUCK!!!!