Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: scott@athena.mit.edu (Scott D Bradburn)
Subject: Someone New
Message-ID: <1992Oct4.144233.12900@athena.mit.edu>
Date: Sun, 4 Oct 1992 14:42:33 GMT

Suddenly, some patrons notice a diminuitive figure tumble through the door.

Struggling to disentangle himself from his cloak and stand up, you see a
three and a half foot tall gnome wearing a tall pointed blue hat and an
overly long blue cloak.  Several daggers are visible protruding from various
locations on the gnome's body.  "Hey, is there another entrance to this
Inn?  That door doesn't seem to get used enough, it was rather stiff.  Otherwise
I wouldn't have fallen through it like that."

The gnome scans the room, looking for a friendly table.  Seeing all the tables
and chairs are too large for him, he says, "Fine!  Silly humans never did build
anything for short people.  Same goes for those dratted elves, only think of
music, nature, and tall people!"  As he says this, he glares at one of the
elven patrons, who continues to ignore him.

Resigning himself to a tall table, he starts to make his way to an empty
table.  Then all of a sudden, he's jerked to a stop when the tail of his
cloak catches on the floor.  Glancing quickly around to see if anyone noticed,
now looking relieved to see that most everyone is ignoring him.  Taking his
cloak in hand, he starts pulling at the cloak, trying to get it free.
After struggling for a minute with no success, he says, "No, I don't need
any help.  I've got something to take care of this."

The gnome pulls off his hat, and holds it in one hand.  With his other hand he
reaches into a pocket somewhere inside his cloak and pulls out a ball of
twine.  Looking at it for a second, he shakes his head and drops it into his
hat.  Reaching back into his cloak he pulls out a small flask.  After careful
examination he shakes his head again and drops it into his hat.  After a
long series of various bags, pouches, flasks, and trinkets all being pulled
out of the cloak and dropped into the hat, he pulls out a wand.  With a
happy smile, he says, "Yes, here it is."  Aiming the wand at the cloak
he utters an indecipherable word and FWOOSH an arc of flame erupts from
the wand, burning off the tail of the cloak, and igniting the rest.  With
a cry of surprise, and fear (since he's now wearing a burning cloak) he
jerks off the cloak and starts stamping out the fire on his cloak.  Once
it's out, he puts what's left of his cloak back on.  (It now seems to be
about the right length.)

Looking around the inn again, he notices that quite a few people have started
to watch the spectacle.  Putting his best 'I meant to do that!' tone in his
voice he says, "Well, now that I've got your attention, has anyone seen my
laboratory?"

ADMIN:
This is Firgun, not that he's mentioned his name yet.  He's a little absent
minded, and usually has a lot of luck, both good and bad.  Usually only enough
good luck to keep him alive though any situation, and enough bad luck to make
the rest of his life, and the lives of people near him, interesting. ;)