Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Korbic, Meshtak, and enter Hendrix
Message-ID: <1992Oct9.173226.22499@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 17:32:26 GMT

Korbic looks at the strange group of individuals gathered, and tries to
decide whether to arrest them for disturbing the peace or reward them for
saving Generica from that knife-coated creature. Finally, he sights Mechatack,
the page from the keep, and decides that his first priority should be to take
the pathetically innocent looking lad back to the keep before he got into
trouble.
	"Come, Mechatack. It's time you got back." he said gruffly, helping
the lad onto his horse. The four other guards, Marcus, Beethwax, Walhelm and
Jord called Wolf, waited patiently.
	Mechatack spoke through tears. "It tried ta kill me, Korbic! It was
Creepy Charlie, like tha stories, an' it tried ta kill me...!"
	"No." said Korbic. "It was just another weirdo from the Dragon's Inn."
With Mechatack sitting in front of him, Korbic started his horse forward, 
heading back from the keep.
	Meshtak, meanwhile, started back to the inn. "Come on, you guys." He
said to the others. "Let's go inside and see if we can get any information."
He walked into the inn.
	From a nearby rooftop, Hendrix watched. "Mother will not be pleased."
said the little motherspawn. (or was it mother's pawn? Sometimes Hendrix
wondered...but he lived to serve mother, that was for sure.) Hendrix was
small and wiry, his thin, flexible frame and small size (about .6 meters)
letting him get to places others could not. It made him the perfect errand boy
for Mother. His sharp eyes blinked, watching as Meshtak and his new group of
companions talked amongst themselves.
	Only for a moment. Hendrix had manipulated things on the surface world
for Mother for quite a long time; he was often the man behind the scenes, the
one that made sure most things went Mother's way. And he had another mission.
	Hendrix ran quickly, springing from rooftop to rooftop, following
Korbic and the guard. And in his hand, he held a small vial...

Hendrix the Spawn
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