Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring) Subject: [ART] Sigh. Message-ID: <1992Sep28.115319.20981@rhrk.uni-kl.de> Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1992 11:53:19 GMT I'm posting this for Christopher: +Date: Sat, 26 Sep 92 12:00:23 EDT +From: Christopher M. Steiner > The door opens quickly and a man in a brown cloak the same color as his >hair and skin enters. He turns and tries to slam the door before a good >sized yellow rodent jumps in and gives him a nasty look. > > Artimian sighs and opens the door again to admit a humming bird. The >bola runs up his back and settles into a backpack along with two black >lizards with glowing eyes. > > He scans the crowd, particularly noticing the dark cloaked men in the >now well lighted corner, all the other corners that are somehow occupied, >and the bard telling some fishy tale. > > "Interesting place," he says to gimself. He wanders over to the bar and >sits down beside a pale man who still smells strongly of medium well human >and orders a pitcher of water. He stares into the pitcher for a moment, >then quaffs the entire thing. > > "Two nights left 'till the full moon," he mumbles. His face contorts a >little, then abruptly he smiles, sticks out his hand to the smouldering >figure beside him. > > "Greetings, I'm Artimian-" Miscrir shook his hand in mild confusion, then suddenly wasn't there. Or rather, just before Artimian arrived, some short person enterd the room. Miscrir and the short woman sat at a table that just appeared for them. Then Artimian entered the room. All this left him very confused as he stoped shaking hands with someone who was never there. He sighed, stood and walked over to the table where they were sitting all along. "This place is going to take some getting used to," he thought a he pulled up a chair. The bola bounded over to Miscrir to see if he also tasted like cooked human. Artimian offered his hand again and said, "Greetings, I'm Artimian-" "You already said that," Miscrir said. Artimian turned to the red haired maidenette and said, "Greetings. Might I have the pleasure of your name?" One of the night lizards crawled and started playing with a card. As soon as he touched it, the image solidified. It looked up at Amberle in dissapointment. "Bartender, I believe I'll have another pitcher of water..." (Artimian Yauntir of Elturel)