From: gdscott@sportster.ksu.ksu.edu (Geoffrey D Scott)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] The quest begins
Message-ID: <1af9fpINN8v0@sportster.ksu.ksu.edu>
Date: 1 Oct 92 16:37:13 GMT


 

     Glysten rises well before sunrise, and smoothly glides though his morning
exercise routine.  He slowly eats some jerky and drinks 2 glasses of water.
As the sun rises he enters the commom room of the inn, looks at the ragged group
that will follow him, and states quietly, "We ride"
	He ignores the faint protests and grumbles of the early morning and goes
outside.  He mounts his steed, and draws the mighty sword from its sheath on his
back, even in the low light of dawn the sword dances with a black fire.  
	Glysten holds the sword aloft and thinks only of the medallion he must
recover.  The fires along the sword dance wildly and then they form an arrow, an
arrow that points to the south.  Glysten sheaths his sword and pulls out a map of
the area.  "Marshes "Pthoo" (he spits in disgust) We ride for the marshes."
	So saying, and barely waiting for the others to mount, he rides to the
south.  
	The group have riden for half a day, and Glysten has not spoken a word
since the left the inn.  He can hear the faint chit chat of conversation the
others use to pass the time. 
	Lost in his own thoughts he hears to late the hum, with a cry Glysten
falls from his saddle, the silver bolt of a crossbow protruding from his
shoulder. Even as he falls he draws his sword, and as his vison blurs (poison, he
thinks to himself) he sees the forms of a dozen angry lizardmen...