Date: Wed, 17 Jun 1992 20:49:35 EDT From: The Dreamer Message-ID: <92169.204935ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Luthor and Brycur [Inn], Luthor's Exit to room 12 References: <1992Jun17.162036.10663@wpi.WPI.EDU> Brycur: >I still yearn to go out into the world and travel once again. If ever >you have a journey for which you need a companion, I will always be >ready to go on a days notice." He stares into his mug for a moment before >gulping down the remainder of its contents. Luthor considers the proposal with a smile and shakes his head. "I don't think that the two of us could handle Queen Shana. She has an entire army and we have a second hand Shadowmaker and a Thrill seeking merchant. I think that we'll need a bit more than that. I am very grateful for the offer though and I, in return, offer my assistance if you need it. Until I have more allies and more information, I have nothing better to do. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to rest." He gets up from his chair and is about to leave and then turns back, "If you are looking for a partner in this merchant business, I have travelled much and can speak many languages. Also, I have yet to meet anyone who can match my skill with a bow." Luthor reaches inside his BLACK cloak and pulls an elven long-bow of such fine workmanship that it could only have come from the ancient mythical city of Myth Drannor (Forgotten Realms). It is made of a silvery wood and the carvings on it are of elves at the top shooting goblins, trolls, and orcs at the bottom of the bow. The center of the wood of the bow shows the arrows caught in mid-flight aimed for the score of humanoids below. Looking back at Brycur, who has just told the story of the loss of his family and who still looks a little depressed, he says "We have both lost much in our lives. Perhaps, with the blessings of Lathandar, we can start anew here in Generica where all things are possible. If, after you are finished here, you would like to talk business, I'll be in my room, number 12 upstairs. Knock three times, then four so I know that it's you." With that said, Luthor flows across the room and up the stairs. As he ascends the stairs, he goes over and over the death of the Children of the Blue Star. He can feel them calling from beyond the grave for revenge. **Be patient my friends, I will avenge your deaths in time. It was our haste that caused your deaths in the first place and I will be no use to you if you are dead,** he thinks to them and for now, they are quiet again. Love and Peace and REVENGE, -The Dreamer-