From: unixwiz@mcl.ucsb.edu (Silk)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Fizzle makes his move [Story!!!]
Message-ID: <unixwiz.717003260@mcl>
Date: 20 Sep 92 15:34:20 GMT


	Fizzle finishes his drink, and stands up, walks over to a stool near
the fire.  Sitting down, he looks around, and notices all the people hidden
in the dark corner.  Mumbling a few words, he points to the air above them,
and creates a globe of very bright light above them.  Chuckling, he
whispers to the person next to him, "Those people are looking a little
pale."

	Clearing his throat, Fizzle makes himself comfortable, and begins to
speak.

	"I didn't come hear to get into fights, or go adventuring, but to
simply swap tales with other wanderers, and seeing as I'm first here, I
think I'll start."

	"On a small world called Talon, there lived a young man by the name of
Carth.  Carth wasn't extremely strong, or extremely bright, but he was
stubborn.  He also was a fisherman, of sorts.  He spent most of his time
sitting and fishing under a shady tree.  He had no ambitions to be anything
more than a lazy fisherman for the rest of his life.  He liked to fish, and
he liked to eat fish, so he figured he would be happy.  

	One day, in mid-summer, Carth saw this strange looking fish in the
water near him.  It was a silver and black fish that was shaped like an
elongated barrel.  Wondering what it might taste like, and lacking the
brains to realize that maybe he shouldn't mess with it, Carth proceeded to
bait his hook and cast his line near the fish.

	The fish sat there, sort of staring at the baited hook for a bit, and
then moved closer to it.  Carth sat motionless, afraid that if the hook
moved, the fish would dart away forever.  Slowly, the fish moved closer to
the hook, and finally, swallowed it with a quick gulp.  Carth darted into
action, yanking at the pole to set the hook, and then standing up and
racing away from the bank to give himself room for the fight this fish was
sure to give.

	With the taste of the hook, the fish began to thrash about, and
started heading for deeper water, trying to get this pain out of its mouth.
However, Carth had good footing, and a good grip on the pole.  He played
the line out, letting the fish tire itself."

	Suddenly, Fizzle breaks into a coughing fit, and in a weak voice, says
"Wine."

<To be continued...>

Fizzle
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