Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: rigler@galileo.ifa.hawaii.edu (Michael Rigler) Subject: Thk [Low City] spies on the rabble Message-ID: <1992Jun17.222245.22283@news.Hawaii.Edu> Keywords: Thk, Captain, Kron, Panarchus, angry mob, witless bystander References: <1992Jun16.185406.28484@sequent.com> Date: Wed, 17 Jun 1992 22:22:45 GMT Chars involved: "The Save Kron Thread" Thk strides resolutely throught the dark streets of the Low City. Normally, this sort of careless behavior would get you robbed and/or killed, but for some reason, the lizard man is left in peace. Perhaps it is because the lizard man is so large, so savage in appearance. Or perhaps it is because he is almost naked and, except for some crude trinkets worn about his person, entirely without possessions worthy of theft. Or, perhapst is because the denizens of the Low City sense that something more exciting is in the cards this night. As Thk strides through the streets, lost in his sluggish reptilian thoughts, he realizes that he has been joined by others. Humans. They do not appear to be interested in him, but rather, are craning their necks to better hear the sounds of commotion coming from up ahead. Thk slows his pace, cautiously. The other humans, thieves and low-lifes all, slink ahead to join a mob gathered around a sea captain waving a torch. Thk remains in the shadows, listening to the man's words. At first, he had assumed the crowd was gathering to hunt _him_, but it it appears to be some sort of political protest. Thk grins. He has been noticing signs of unrest in this oversized village named Generica. It is as he suspected: the populace is just too large and diverse to rule effectively. Now, if _he_ were in charge, he would run things differently, oh yes... His musings are broken when he hears the word "Kron" shouted by angry members of the crowd, to which the Captain responds with the name "Panarchus." Apparently, this Kron is universally despised, by lizardmen and humans alike, he thinks. Good, then no one will miss him after I've drawn out his intestines and -- NO! I must not kill him! I'm supposed to lure him back to where I was just now. Aren't I? Thk shakes his head in confusion. It is no matter. For the moment, his first priority is to return to the Inn and find the Silver Trident. Then there is that ship of humans he is supposed to sink. What a bother! But the Minion must be appeased. He grabs a chance passerby and drags him deeper into the shadows. The large human's screams are lost in the din raised by the violent mob. Thk lifts the human until the two are looking eye to eye, and the terrorized man finally stops struggling. Thk speaks: "Sss...Human, I will not hurt you. I wishhh to know the way to The Dragon's...The Dragon's...?" Murdoch, the Blacksmith, relaxes. Apparently, this monster out of hell just wants directions to the Dragon's Inn. Why isn't he surprised? He raises his brawny arm and points. The lizardman sets him down and brushes him off. "Thankssss, friend. I have no coinsss to pay you for your troubless. Pleassse accept thisss token." The lizarman detaches an earring and places in Murdoch's hand. Then he is gone, tromping up the side street towards the Dragon's Inn. Murdoch examines the earring. It appears to be fashioned from the tooth of a crocodile. Murdoch shakes his massive bald head. "Someday, the good citizens of this town will join with the bad in burning that accursed Dragon's Inn down to its foundations." ---- Rigler (aka 'Thk') --