Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dnichols@engr.latech.edu (Dennis Nichols)
Subject: [G] Suprise reaction
Message-ID: <dnichols.14@engr.latech.edu>
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1992 21:34:00 GMT

Traveler looks at Galland, whom he just save from death, and snorts his 
disgust. It is not directed at anyone more than himself. He should have been 
on his guard more than that.

" Not only is he poisened, but he is also delerious. "

" I'm sorry but I'm going to have to get away for a while. Roger or Wanderer
watch camp, I'm going to scout around. "

And so Traveler prepares to leave. He gathers his crossbow and notches an 
arrow and heads into the surrounding woods. As soon as he enters the woods
he has the feeling that he is being watched. He heads South, parallel to the 
path they had been following before the attack. He sees nothing for several 
hundred yards. The birds are singing, which is a good sign.

Time flies as he scouts around the camp area. He sees a Buck not far from 
him. It is a modest animal, but it would provide some meat for the group. He 
lets himself go as he falls into the hunt mode. All senses train in on the 
deer. He eases around so he can get a good shot at the deer and suddenly the 
deer isn't there anymore.

Puzzled Traveler scratches his head and would seem to disappear to anyone 
who would happen to be watching. He moves quickly and quietly to where the 
deer had been standing. He sees the tracks of the deer but no sign of where 
it may have gone. He follows the tracks to a stream but still no deer, and 
no explaination of where the deer went. He again has the feeling of being 
watched. He looks around and can't see anything but the normal scenery of 
forest and stream.

He wanders on and circles the camp entirely. At the other side of the trail 
he finds the remains of another camp he assumes to be the Lizardmens camp. 
They were waiting for us. It looks like they had been here for quite a 
while. Had the camped lizardmen been waiting for us, or for any wandering 
group of people. Yet it is strnge that a group of lizardmen would be waiting 
this far from their marshes to ambush a group of people. So may be these 
Lizardmen had been compelled as each member of his group had been compelled. 
Does this mean that there are others out there, perhaps looking for this 
same Medallion?

He goes back to camp pondering his findings. When he gets back to camp he is 
greeted by the posted guard, but he doesn't pay attention to who it was. He 
has a worried look on his face now. He goes straight to his bedroll and sits 
down. He sits there and begins to braid his beard. It is done in the fashion 
of a certain sect of hill dwarves. It is the braid of Death and dying. He 
does not expect to make it out of this adventure with his sanity or his 
life. There are to be many more encounters of the same kind as today, some 
potentially more deadly than the ill equipped one today.