Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: cohen@spot.Colorado.EDU (Matt Cohen) Subject: [MH] Entering the Mage's House Message-ID: <1992Sep10.054900.13894@ucsu.Colorado.EDU> Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1992 05:49:00 GMT While walking out of the Dragons-inn into the waning hours of daylight left, Hubarak was able to get a good look at his new employer. His clothing didn't mark him as anything but a normal citizen, but his volumnous robes tended to invite the assumtion that he had something to do with the arts arcane. Despite his comfortable stride and confident air, it was of course impossible to miss the almost unnatural color of his skin in the light. Hubarak just wasn't ready for a Dark Elf. Leaning over to softly speak to his new companion, Hubarak asks, "Did you say thoust were from the Underwurlde?" I'll not follow one of his ilk if he be from that dammed place, Hubarak thought to himself. But after looking at the hardend expression on his employer's face, and the sad look about him, he reconsidered his inquiry. "Ah, but these things be best told about a tankard of ale, an' I can wait to hear the long story". An' this be a trick, I'll be ready, but somehow I feel that I can trust him. Its been too long between wages to throw away a job this soon! And a contract, no less! Aye, a hundred gold will do well to speed my travels. But I may stay on after this. Apollo knows, I could use a stable home for a while. While his thoughts traveled around, Michael had led Hubarak through the winding streets of Generica to the Mage's home. "Didst thou say that there be no wards about the place?" With a slight smirk, Michael responded, "I said no such thing. What's your plan to gain entrance?" Hmm, possible magical threats, not to mention a mechanical trap or two. These mage types were notorious for being well-protected. Ah, but I haven't refused a good fatal risk yet, have I? "Well," Hubarak unslung his bow and fitted a string to its length, while taking in the sight of the small house. "Let me search the lands. Mayhap there is a back way that we may yet discover. I'll never be one to pass up an easy way in." But after looking around the house, they only found a small stone shed with some tools. After a quick search, Michael found the walls solid, no secret doors there! "Mayhap these Elves be good for something after all." Hubarak thought to himself. "Right. Thoust had better not be leading me on, for it will take all your devilish wiles to explain this, if there not be rightful cause." But even as he said it, Hubarak regreted the hurtfull remark. Eager to distract his employer from thinking too long on his conversatinal blunder, Hubarak took a deep breath, pulled a small axe off his belt, and charged at the door, splitting it in two and spraying large spliters of wood all over the neatly covered floor of the front room. "There! Thoust wanted entrance, didn't you? Now look for your master quickly, I'll not feel comfortable here until we're back at the inn!" Matt Cohen/Hubarak -- Matthew Cohen -+- a.k.a. Silver Sword! : (Personality-indicitive quote) Cohen@spot.colorado.edu - home machine : REALITY is for those people 1621 9th #6, Boulder CO 80302 -slow machine: who can't handle FANTASY! (303) 939-8068 -answering machine : -M.C.