Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: bdianton@cs.ulowell.edu (Matt Firecutter DiA)
Subject: Gillian finds a wiggling hand in sewer
Message-ID: <1992Jul2.230732.5077@ulowell.ulowell.edu>
Date: Thu, 2 Jul 1992 23:07:32 GMT


Gillian always wondered what he'd find in the sewers but nothing prepared
him for this encounter...
Gillian woke up early and changed back into himself from the rock form he
had used to hide with the night before.  He was excited when he thought of
finally exploring, they were only sewers but they were a start.  He lowered
himself  into the beginning of the sewers and looked around.  They were
dank and smelled of mold  but this was an adventure.  It was supposed to.
Gillian and Borm (his dog) walked into the unknown ready for a fight.  All
was quiet for now.
Gillian went deeper into the sewers, and finally came upon what he had been
looking for.  A whole nest of T-crocs! They were sleeping, obviously tired
so Gillian thought
"How easy I never expected this"
Gillian crept silently into the shadows and around the T-crocs looking for 
concealed doors.  He found one. "Oh! Boy this adventuring is fun, but 
alittle easier than I had expected."
He checked the door for traps.  There were none so he entered.  In the room was
a massive pile of junk and strew about goods.
"The gods have smiled apon me! Look at all this junk!"
Gillian joyfully searched the pile of old treasures. He found an old boot, 
an old pouch filled with 10 golds, a rag, an old rusty helm with one horn
that was jaggedly broken in the middle. He put the helmet with excitement.
"What great stuff!!!"
Then to his surprise he saw a hand. It was reptilian but humanoid.  What is
this? As he picked it up, it wiggled out of his grasp. 
"Whoa!", what is this!", he said. 


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