Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1992 19:16:41 EDT From: The Dreamer Message-ID: <92177.191641ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Murell Returns to the Inn References: <1992Jun25.180112.8712@wpi.WPI.EDU> >He now tried to relax, hoping that the fight was over for now. > >He quietly awaits the return of the others who have helped defending the >inn, hoping that he has not lost any of his compadres. Murell, noticing that Brycur had been injured and had gone inside the inn continued to fight until he was almost knocked over by a large tank-like man with a flame blade. 'Fine, I'll let HIM be the hero, I've had enough for one night,' thought Murell while looking through the fog for the light of the inn. He found the doorway and went inside to see Brycur holding his side. There was no sign of Luthor. "Luthor still out there?" asked Brycur with a worried look on his face. "Yep, but don't worry, he can handle himself. I saw how he fights and this fog can only help him," replied Murell. He noticed that the barmaid had brought two mugs of ale "on the house" for helping defend the inn. The torches on the walls began to flicker, then go out. The only light left was from the main fireplace and the red glowing eyes of a certain vampire :-). Then even the fireplace went out. Murell reached into his pouch and brought out a silvery globe that lit all but the corners of the Inn. He could see that Brycur was looking at him with a questioning expression on his face. "Some of us are still afraid of the dark," said Murell with a sheepishly. Brycur let out a hearty laugh and raised his mug toward Murell and said, "A toast to Murell, the bravest man in the Inn." Love and Peace and Roaring Fires, -The Dreamer- ADMIN: If no one objects, I'm going to put an end to the mob outside either tomarrow (Friday) or Sunday. I think that after being beaten over the head, surrounded by a fog, breathed on by a dragon, and torched by a fire elemental (sort of), they would go home.