Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf) Subject: Those of you who aren't saving Kron, see what you can do to try and save the City! Message-ID: <1992Jun24.192948.18096@cheshire.oxy.edu> Date: Wed, 24 Jun 1992 19:29:48 GMT The door of the Dragon's Inn flies open, revealing a couple of seedy- looking characters dragging a bloodied Guardsman between them. "Heads up, adventooers!" sneers one. "Here's a little present for ya!" With that, they hurl the man through the door and into a table, and flee. Through the open door, sounds of breaking glass, shouting, and scream- ing can be heard... "What in the name of God is going on?!?" shouts Littlefair as he leaps the bar and rushes to the wounded man's side. "Quick, Mary! Get a healer for this man!" The Guardsman waves her away. "No time..." he gasps. "...Mobs...from the Low City...raging through the town...can't stop them..." "What?" asks Littlefair. "Slow down, son... what's your name?" "Ralston, sir..." the guardsman chokes out. "...I run the beat by your.. inn...But they're burning down the City outside! The Plaza, the Arcade, ...all overrun... Most of the Guard is protecting the Keep... ... the mob... caught me outside..." "Good god..." says Littlefair. "Mary! A healer, now!" The guardsman grabs Rowan with a wild look in his eyes... "You don't understand! There's no time! They said they were going to burn down the inn! ... from the outside...." Ralston lapses into a coughing fit and pas- ses out from his numerous wounds... Rowan looks shellshocked by the news... ... the shouting outside grows louder... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ADMIN: Anyone? Bueller? :)