From: patchman@wpi.WPI.EDU (Peter Bruce Harper)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Brycur's Resolution
Message-ID: <1992Jun18.164625.28548@wpi.WPI.EDU>
Date: 18 Jun 92 16:46:25 GMT

Brycur drains the last of his ale, alone now that Luthor has gone to his 
room.  He gets up from his seat and stretches a bit.  He pays the barmaid
for his drinks and bids her a fair "good eve'".  He then exits the inn
out into the Plaza of Glittering Steel and begins to head home.

He stops at his store house before going home.  He finds that Captain's
supplies are nearly set for delivery.  He grins slightly, pleased with
the accolades of his workmen.  He leaves the store house and is within 
minutes back at his own home.

He enters his bedroom and seats himself on his bed, removing his boots 
and shirt to prepare for bed.  He contemplates the events of the night,
of the hardships of Luthor and of the sadness in his own life.  After 
some thinking he resolves to give Luthor any assistance he possibly can.
If they set off to seek vengence against this Queen then he can very
possibly set up some new trade routes and possibly even find his lost 
brother John.  He will go to the inn tomorrow and discuss with Luthor
what course of action he intends to take from here.  

Having resolved that he pulls a large wooden chest out from under his 
bed.  He opens the chest and removes a large gleaming sword from within.
He begins to wield the sword as if fighting some unseen opponent, 
thoughts of days full of fun and adventure fill his head.  He remembers
the day he was given his father's sword, it was the day he died defending
the town.  The town chancellor had delivered it personally.  Brycur could
barely hold it off the ground then, much less wield it in battle.  But,
over the years he had learn to wield the sword with much skill, mostly
out of neccesity with very little formal training.  He rummages through
the other objects in the trunk until he comes across an amulet which
his mother had given him.  It was a very powerful amulet which Brycur
had never used once in his life.  His mother had warned him only to use
it under "dire circumstances".  The sound of her voice when she told him
this had frightened him enough that he had not used it to this day. 

Brycur sat for a while remembering his family before he put his 
last remnants of his family back into the chest under his bed.  He then
resolved to go talk to Luthor in the morning and to begin to make some 
plans.  He then drifted off to a fitful sleep full of dreams of days
spent adventuring and of unpleasant times of death and the loss of
friends.