From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Karl [inn] Karl yaps away...
Message-ID: <1992Aug2.141112.1@economics.adelaide.edu.au>
Date: 2 Aug 92 04:41:12 GMT


This is being post on behalf of Dennis Brennan
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Karl raised his eyebrows with mild surprise when Killian metamorphosized
into a tiger.  He pushed his teacup away from him and ordered another,
fearing that someone had drugged his first.  But the crass bard
explained that he was actually a weretiger.  Ah, a lycanthrope.  The only
experience Karl had had with moon-people was a melee with a wererat
in the sewers of Aragat thirty years ago or so.  Karl had always thought,
perhaps unfairly, that half-beasts tended to have atrocious manners.
To his credit, Killian had not slobbered at the table, roared and screamed,
threatened to kill anyone or even glare menacingly.  Perhaps this fellow
was an exception as lycanthropes went.  He hoped.
While he was still continuing that train of thought Jenever and Killian had
risen from the table and were dancing.  Karl smiled in amusement.

Bidding his friends excuse him (they had returned, battered but wiser, from
the melee outside), Karl rose from the table and announced that he
had some arrangements to make.  Looking out the window, hje observed that
people and undead were still hacking at one another in the Plaza, and
a black dragon was circling overhead.  Strangely, people on the other side
of the plaza were ignoring the entire spectacle and continuing to go
about their business.  Funny town, Generica.

In order not to get caught in the crossfire, Karl intended to use the Gaps,
the underground catacombs beneath Generica.  There was a portal into these
tunnels in the Inn's wine cellar, courtesey an incompetent dwarvish
miner a few months ago.  But the Gaps were not too safe, even this early
in the morning.  As luck wouild have it, three other people needed to ge
across town as well.  The party of four requested Littlefair's permission
to enter the cellar and shoved aside the dameaged brandy cask which
blocked the hole in the wall.  Lighting makeshift torches, the four
made their way westward withougt perilous incident, as luck would have it.

Three hours later, Karl emerged from behind the bar , smiling.
"Gentlemen, once you have prepared yourselves, ah, and ladies as well
(nodding at Jenever), would you do me the courtesey of meeting me at the
docks, slip four, where we will board the _Moorglade_ for our trip?
The vessel is not normally a passenger ship, so I would recommend
that you make arrangements for a few weeks provisions to be prepared.
Budget problems, you see...

Dennis Brennan   djb6@midway.uchicago.edu

ADMIN:  To avoid confusion with the Kron/Lowcity/Great Mother thread,
may I recommend the subject line indicator [R]  rather than [K]
THe R for Rameshan or Road trip.