Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: [KQ] Thk [Inn]: High Noon
Message-ID: <1992Aug4.035806.22981@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca>
Date: Tue, 4 Aug 1992 03:58:06 GMT

[Another of Michael's posts that didn't seem to make it through...so I'll
post it here, for everyone else's benefit, since the KQ people have seen it
before...]


Chrs mentioned:  KronQuestors.

HIGH NOON AT THE DRAGON'S INN:

The KronQuestor's are assembled at a central table, nearly ready to 
set out and face the next piece of adventure.  The Lady Azzar, Captain
and Rhoan have exchanged tales with Kron, Maleiu and Colin, and now 
Kron is busy sketching and describing the layout and defences of a
certain building in the Low City.  A building which happens to be a 
drug factory.

A familiar klomping and jingling noise is heard.  Thk bounces down the
stairs and crosses the room, upsetting some furniture with his clumsy 
tail.  Littlefair pops his knuckles nervously but says nothing.

Thk looks different.  He has donned a suit of resplendent armor comp-
rising opulent sea shells and dark oily leather made from the skins of 
seals and otters.  He is adorned with various barbaric trinkets of bone 
and leather; but none of metal.  The only metal objects he carries are 
the magical blades of the Elvish Sea King -- a dagger and short sword 
-- which are sheathed at his hips, and the Silver Trident carried in his
left hand.

"Ssserena!  SSsquid pleassse, and do not remove the beak or cartilage."

He pulls up a chair, threads his tail through the back of it, and sits.
The chair survives.

"Lady Azzar!  Good to sssee you awake again.  As yet, I have acquired 
no metal coinsss to repay your generosssitiess.  I also mussst thank you 
for delivering the Trident with perfect timing."

Thk is hastily introduced to Rhoan and Captain. 

"Captain and I have already met.  His ssskill with the cutlasss is known
to me.  Glad to learn he is on our side."  Thk's grin seems to hold no 
malice.

The squid arrives and Thk downs it.  "Well, I'm ready to go."

--
Rigler
          "How I'm tortured by my creative demons, how, having hit bottom,
   I wallow in the backwash of my existence.  She'll be sorry she left me."


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