From: dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Enter new character Message-ID: Date: 9 Oct 92 14:44:06 GMT References: >>here, do any of you know where she is? " He then sat down and the skeletons .... >>surround him in a protective stance, each holding a cold, bluish looking blade. >>"barkeep! Get me something to drink." >..over at a table near the center of the Inn, Arcadio, now well and truly >inebriated, looks up from his chat with Aramus and says, "Shay, don't you >think you should feed your bodyguardsh a little more often! Sheeesh! And >black is _so_ overdone..." magebane quickly got out of his chair, "What! You dare mock ME. Don't you know you poor pathetic INSECT that i can Steal your life away in an intant." As he said this a blue, dark light (I love oxymorons) starts emanating from his hands. Aramus turns toward magebane, who before this didn't even see him. "Calm down Cerius, can't you see he's drunk out of his mind?" "Aramus! What are you doing here?" Magebane stares in shock at the brightly clad figure, and the glow fades from his hands. His face turns calm again. "What, no hello for your brother? Gee Cerius, you've been cramped up in that tower of yours to long." he said in a friendly way." "Don't call me cerius, i dropped that name long ago" "All right, all right, you always were the moody one. "Arcadio, PW, I'd like to introduce you to my twin brother Cer...I mean, uh, Magebane, And who is this Shrouded one your talking about? is it true she know who...someone ios? "Well, if I do find her, it's a distinct possibility." "ok. Arcadio, you've been here longer than me, is the Shrouded one around here anywhere? And, uh, Magebane, could you do something about your, friends there, i think there making some of the patrons nervous, besides, there tacky looking." "Sheesh, I try for a litle drama and you have to spoil it. You," he said to the skeletons, go back to the room, but first move this throne over to that table" ****************************************************************************** Fencers do it in the * Don Shaffer FLESHE' * dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu ******************************************************************************