Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: HADCRJAM@admin.uh.edu (MILLER, JIMMY A.)
Subject: [KQ] Colin [Dragon's Inn]: A suggestion
Message-ID: <1992Aug4.021244.20804@menudo.uh.edu>
Date: Tue, 4 Aug 1992 02:12:44 GMT


  His breakfast ordered, Colin waits, a tad impatient, for the smells of
Malieu's own meal remind him that he had no dinner and only a light lunch
the previous day.

  As he waits, discussing bit of the previous day with Malieu, Azzar and 
Captain arrive, looking rather tired and careworn.

 "my Lady of Bloodstone!" cries the half-elf, leaping to his feat. "I was
worried about your being gone so long, with your wound and that vile drug in
your blood."  Hurriedly he brings her to the table and seats her, looking
concerned for her condition, and shouts for Serene to bring cold water and
hot soup.
  Out of the corner of his eye, Colin notes a flash of--what?  Anger? Jealousy?
Disappointment? cross Captain's face.  Hmm, he thinks to himself.  There is
perhaps more here than I know about.  Best tread with a lighter foot.
  "It would seem you and our seafaring friend have done more than sleep the
night away...tell us of your adventures."

  Azzar does so, in between sips of the water and soup, which restore some
of her color and strength.  Colin listens intently while eating his own
breakfast.  Captain and Rhoan occasionally chime in.  Malieu is silent, list-
ening, but with certain worries of his own.
  Eventually, Kron, Thk, and even the strange Marcel (stranger still to think
Marcel odd, with a fully armored, tattooed lizard-man as a fighting companion!)
are gathered about the table.

[ADMIN: I'm sure I've left someone out--just assume you're here if you want
        to be.]

  Kron describes the warehous, or what he knows of it.  A few proposals are 
made..  Then Colin makes his.

  "I do not like the front way.  It is a deathtrap, as you say.  It may be that
our firepower, speed and skill might make up for more than mere numbers--but
one slip and all is lost."

  He thinks for a moment. "We must avoid the obvious.  Battles are won by
striking your foe where he is weakest but you are strongest.  The scum here
have rendered the only way in we know of nigh-impregnable.  Even in breaking,
through, we will have alerted them and they will know where we are."

  The Ranger gestures at the rough sketch of the building.  "But they have 
trusted too much to walls to protect their flanks.  Were we to break through
the ceiling, or the cellar, or the sides, they would be surprised.  Their
plans would be confounded and their best traps avoided.  We would possess the
initiative.  It places us in unknown territory, but we will still have a plan,
while their's will have scattered to the winds."

  He looks up at the company. "I say we go through the very walls!"

[ADMIN: I hope I have not taken undue liberty with anyone's character!]

Semper fi,

Jammer Jim Miller/Colin Silvertree