Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: patchman@wpi.WPI.EDU (Peter Bruce Harper)
Subject: Brycur responds to Luthor's cries
Message-ID: <1992Jun19.161612.26486@wpi.WPI.EDU>
Keywords: hi
References: <92170.190057ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Date: Fri, 19 Jun 1992 16:16:12 GMT

>     Perhaps it was not too late, perhaps Brycur would receive my message
>as an impulse, or a dream...
>


Brycur suddenly awoke from a horrifying dream covered in a layer of sweat.
He was filled with a feeling of extreme danger and of urgency.  Without
any good idea why he stood up and quickly got dressed.  He pulled out the 
chest that contained his father's sword and quickly strapped it about his 
waist.  He then runs out of the house at full speed, not knowing where
he's going yet somehow knowing . . . 

Had anyone but the mightiest of men attempted to run through Low City at
this late hour would surely have at least been approach by some type of
thief.  However, perhaps due to the look of fear in his eyes, or the rate
at which he ran, or perhaps the strong aura of magic which emulated from
the sword which hung at his side, Brycur ran through Low City unmolested.

He soon arrived in the Plaza of Glittering Steel and quickly withdrew
his sword from its scabbard.   He burst through the doors of the inn and
before anyone could utter a word he was up the stairs.  He promptly arrived 
at door #12 and ran inside.  He found Luthor inside, bleeding profusely,
unconscious, and nearly dead.  He removed the arrow from Luthor's chest
and placed his hand over the open wound.  He then mutter something under
his breath and the wound healed slightly.  Brycur stood up and look around 
the room.  He noticed the open window and looked outside.  He knew that
someone must have attempted to assasinate Luthor and fled out the window
after he thought he had succeeded.  

Brycur wheeled around quickly and noticed Rowan standing in the doorway.
"We must get a healer" Brycur said witha note of urgency in his voice.

Rowan replied, "I'll send one up right away, in the mean time put him up 
on his bed and keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't slip away."

Brycur did as he was told and waited for the Healer to arrive.  One arrived
within minutes and stood over Luthor chanting.  The wounds on Luthor's
chest and neck soon healed over, and Luthor remained sleeping quitely now.

Brycur realized that he had no gold with him so he went downstairs to see
if Rowan could loan him the  money until tomorrow.

"What do you say Rowan, I'm good for it, and a regular here in the tavern."

"Well . . . OK, since it's Luthor, and I THINK I can trust you."

He slips Brycur the money so that no one notices.  Brycur remembers the 
emerald which captain gave him is still in his belt pouch. He hands it to
Rowan and says "keep this until I return with the money, and thank you 
friend."  Brycur quickly runs back upstairs and gives the healer the money.
He then takes a closes the door to room 12 and locks it.  He seats himself
in a chair just to the right of Luthor's bed and waits for Luthor to 
awaken.  No further attempts will be made on his life this night.

-Brycur