Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: andsol@screech.owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg)
Subject: Kron: [Plaza]: Axes? Axes?! We Don't NEED No Stinkin' Axes....
Message-ID: <1992Jun12.135410.20555@rice.edu>
Keywords: Kron, Cheyenne, Throcken, Gorbaz
Date: Fri, 12 Jun 1992 13:54:10 GMT

Characters:  Kron and Company

Silken reenter the Inn and brushes off his near-assasination in a blase
fashion.  Meanwhile, Scar chews on the end of the obviously-poisoned
crossbow bolt.  Kron begins to wonder what he's gotten himself into.

Kron is preparing to leave when he is approached by a young man in strange
garb who introduces himsilf as Gorbaz.  Gorbaz offers his peculiar services
if Kron and his friends will help him in turn.  It seems that another bar
patron, one Father Lucas Murphy, has been kidnapped by somebody with a
name like.....

"Blink!" says Kron.  "The Wasters are at it again.  But why would they 
want a newcomer to this newsgroup -- er, city?  I've no idea....puzzling."
He turns to Gorbaz.  "I gladly accept your offer.  I cannot speak for these
other fine fellows, but when we seek information on my sister's whereabouts,
I will also endeavor to find the Wasters' hidey-hole; perhaps we can effect
a rescue, if that is where he is being held.  Say -- nice gerbil."

"Now, it is time to get moving.  Those who wish to investigate on their own,
I bid you good evening.  Remember, meet back here before first light!  Those
who wish to come with me, let us go."  Kron steps out the door into the Plaza
of Glittering Steel.

Across the Plaza lies the establishment known as Throcken's Armory.  It is
a quality store and has a reputation for being the best purveyor of fine
axes the world over.  Kron is acquainted with the proprietor, Throcken, who
greets him and his friends at the door.

Throcken is a half-ogre.  He is very large, very strong, and very ugly.  He
is also an extraordinarily-skilled armorer and weaponsmith, with a fine 
attention to detail.  He has been Kron's personal weapons dealer for nine
years.

"UMPH!  HIYA, KRON-BOY.  FRIENDS WITCHA?  GOOD, GOOD.  CUM IN AN SIDDOWN.
ANYWHERES IS OKAY.  OOOH, NICE GERBIL.  *OI*, APPRENTICE!  GETS US SUM
*GOOD* CHAIRS!!!

"Hi, Throcken," says Kron, smiling.

"HEY, I HEARDS 'BOUT YOUSE IN LOCKUP.  BAD BUSINESS, DAT."

"You said it.  Look, my regulation arms have been confiscated.  Think you
    can re-outfit me?"

"YOU BETCHA!  HOLD YER HORSES, AN DON'T GO NOWHERES.  *APPRENTICE*!!!
    *APPRENTICE*!!!"  Throcken ambles off into the back regions of the store.

Minutes later, Throcken reappears with a bundle in his arms.  "OKAY.......
  WE GOTS HERE..... ONE LEATHER JACK, STANDARD MODEL, NO FRILLS........
  ONE DOUBLE-EDGED SHORT SWORD, CLIPPED QUILLONS, LEATHER GRIP........  TWO
  MANIRAN STEEL DAGGERS, SEVEN INCHES, BALANCED FOR THROWING........  AND A
  STANDARD LEATHER SAP.  ANYTHIN ELSE?  NO SHIELD, HELM, GAUNTLETS OF OGRE
  POWER?  MAYBE I GOTS SOME MAGIC STUFF......"  He spots Silken looking
  around curiously and frowns. ".....AND DEN MAYBE I DON'T....."

Kron pulls on the armor and weapon.  "No, thanks, Throcken.  You get to relying
on magic to save your hide, you're history when you're caught without it.
This stuff should do just fine.  Bill me later."

"YEAH, OKAY.  SAY, KRON, I HEARDS SUMPIN TODAY; DAT PANARCHUS GUY WHAT 
ARRESTED YOU?  WELL, HE'S TAKEN A CUPPLE WEEKS LEAVE.  BUT I KNOWS A
CUPPLE PEOPLES, SAY HE'S STILL IN TOWN AN WALKIN A BEAT OR SUMPIN.  I TINK
HE MAYS BE KEEPIN AN EYE ON YOUSE.  WATCH YER BACK."

"I'll do that.  Thanks for telling me, Throcken."

"YOU BETCHA." (creakkkk-splinter) "**OI**!!!!!  APPRENTICE!!!  I SAYS 
   **GOOD** CHAIRS!! GIT OVER HERE....."

Kron and company leave the Armory to the sound of Throcken happily beating
a chair to death.....

-- 
Andrew Solberg		|"Moving faster than a speeding bullet isn't 
andsol@owlnet.rice.edu	| much use if you and it are headed straight
Phone:713-529-8627	| for each other."	John Brunner
bridge-sleep-eat-sex-bridge-sleep-eat-sex-bridge-sleep-I'M STUCK!!!!