Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: 003129z@ace.acadiau.ca (DAVID NATHANIEL ZINCK)
Subject: New Character?
Message-ID: <003129z.1.718377384@ace.acadiau.ca>
Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1992 13:16:24 GMT

	The cold wet week had forced all of the hearty adventurers and 
heroes to seek refuge in their favorite ale-hall.  The Inn is bustling with 
activity and everyone is laughing, drinking, and carousing in royal fashion. 
There is no tension, only a cheerful aura of relaxation and friendship.  
Suddenly the door opens and a damp draft blows through the Inn. "Shut the 
Bloody Door will you!" One rough voices calls out. 
	"Sorry" A furtive figure mutters as he carefully enters the Inn and 
shuts the door behind him.  Shaking his rain soaked cloak the man walks up 
to the bar. "Ale, my good man, for the Elchrist's sake ALE!" He sighed and 
say down.  The barkeep sighed and poured him a draft.
	"I know that you want to whine to the barkeep, Boy, but can you do 
it later?" The man behind the counter shakes his head at the rudeness of 
youth and walks down the counter to serve another, much happier customer.  
The stranger leans back and takes a good look at his surroundings for the 
first time. Seeing all of the laughter and happiness, as well as the sheer 
weight of steel carried by the patrons he knows he has come to the right 
place.  Tipping his head back he inhales the Mug and sets it back on the 
table with a resounding thud.
	"You'd better learn to drink slow boy, or you'll be feeling like 
Bane himself tapdanced on your head in the morning." The barkeep leaned over 
the counter and grabbed the mug. "Now,  you can tell me who you are, where 
your from, what you do for a living etc." He grinned.  Taking a deep breath 
the boy threw back his cloak and revealed his face.
	"I am Marke of Gateway, and I have traveled Further than imagination 
to get here.  I was a knight of great renown and skill, but now, I am a 
houseless wanderer seeking enlightment and the answer.  Banished from my 
home and companions I have long sought a place like this, a place that 
reminds me of my home.  I am adventurer, Addicted to walking the fine line 
of death and defeat for no reward, other than the satisfaction of my blade 
as it bites deep into foul flesh and the warmth in my heart when I see good 
deeds completed.  I SEEK ADVENTURE, and let no man deprive me of it!"
	"That's well and Good Lad, but aren't you a little young to be a 
knight, begging my pardon?" The barkeep smirked, sure he'd caught this 
fanciful boy in a lie.
	"ARGGGH!" The boy threw off his cloak and knocked his stool away, "
Old man, I am not a boy, I am far more experienced in the arts of war than 
you could ever know!" Enraged Marke spun around to the now silent Common 
Room, "Does anyone wish to challenge me in a test of arms to prove it?!"
	As he spoke a horde of Tavern-farers Jumped to their feet. "You." 
Marke said pointing to a hulking figure standing in the shadows. "Come out 
into the light where I can see you better and introduce yourself so I shall 
know who I defeat!" With those bold words the figure stepped into the 
light.....