Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: taz@athena.mit.edu (Brian P Shea)
Subject: entrance of The Jolly Roger
Message-ID: <1992Jul31.213847.2545@athena.mit.edu>
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1992 21:38:47 GMT

The beggar almost passed out when he saw the man walk through the wall of the
dark alleyway.  It's not just that he walked through the wall, he'd heard of
mages who could do that, but his appearance...  The stranger was wearing
ankle-high black boots made of leather, but of a strange appearance.  His pants
were cotton and baggy, and they had a strange pattern of grey and black upon
them that made him think of shadows and stealth.  His shirt was all black save
for a small skull and bones insignia on the strange collar of the shirt, which
covered his neck.  He was wearing a long black coat over this, worn from long
use.  The skull insignia was on the jackets lapel, as well.  But the thing that
scared the beggar the most were the stranger's eyes.  The stranger only glanced
at the beggar, seeming to dismiss him as no danger, but it was enough for the
beggar to see that the irises were dark green, but the pupils... the pupils were
in the shape of skulls!  At this, the beggar let go of his hold of consciousness,
already tenuous due to cheap wine, and wrote the night off as a loss.


"Well, it's now or never," he thought to himself.  And not one to hesitate once
his mind was made up, he dove through the portal, feeling the flames lick at the
back of his coat as the timer on the C-4 reached zero.  The stranger
felt a moment of naseousness as he passed through the rift, but the feeling
passed almost instantly, turning into a pain like he had never known before,
and he was no stranger to pain.  He dealt in pain.  This too passed, and he found
himself floating in a grey void.  "Now what?" he thought.  Almost as if responding
to his thoughts, a pool of blackness appeared in the distance.  As he focused on 
it, it seemed to grow nearer.  As he got closer, he saw that it was actually a
window onto a dark alley.  With a moment of insight, he realized this was
another portal between worlds.  He paused to think on this, and the portal
stopped advancing.  "What the hell, why not?"  And he thought the portal closer
and stepped through.

Again the pain and naseousness flashed through his body, but he was ready this
time and he grimly accepted it.  The alley he walked into wasn't much different
from the ones back in the Sprawl, and his instincts took over.  He quickly looked
up and down the allley, immediately dismissing the huddled beggar as posing no
immediate threat. The darkness was no barrier to his eyes - hard earned nuyen
had rid him of that problem.  He looked to the beggar, meaning to interrogate
him, and saw that he was passed out.  The stranger then checked the wall behind
him.  Solid.  "Figures. Ain't it always the way?  Time to do some recon."  

And with an eerie grace he seemed to melt into the shadows.  The Jolly Roger was
about to be introduced to Generica...


ADMIN:Hullo everyone.  I'm new and so is The Jolly Roger.  And just to clear up
some things - he's wearing combat boots, black and grey camo fatigues, a
turtleneck, and a leather trenchcoat.  Oh, and not to mention... well, I'll let
that develop.


Brian Shea
taz@athena.mit.edu
.sig?  I don' need no stinking .sig!