Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: s9100433@win4.vut.EDU.AU (test) Subject: Re: [L] New Character...Luthor Anside Message-ID: References: <92289.162635ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> Date: Mon, 19 Oct 1992 23:18:07 GMT ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu (The Dreamer) writes: >Luthor's eyes opened and then shut immediately from the pain. He had >the worst headache imagineable. Well, that's what he got for drinking so >much. He sat up in the street and saw that a strange assortment of people >were gathered around him. For a moment, he didn't know where he was, but >then he saw the sign: Dragons Inn! >'Oh my,' thought Luthor. Apparently, in his drunken stupor, he had >crossed planes...what would Rachel think? 'You know how you get when you >drink,' she would say and then give him a huge hug. >"The Wedding!" Luthor said aloud. He was going to be late and there >was no way he could get to Eveningstar in a few hours. Not knowing what >else to do, he stood up and walked inside the Dragons Inn, holding his sore >head. >The door to the Dragons Inn burst open and standing in the doorway was >the familiar form of a Golden Skinned Half-Elf dressed in BLACK. The Rabble >didn't even pause in their rude discussion about the feamle partons of the >inn to look at him. He was old news. >Luthor scanned the room and saw only one familiar face. >"Well again, barkeep. As I recall, your name is Littlefair, isn't it?" >Luthor asked the bartender. He looked much older than Luthor remembered, but >then again, he had not been to the Dragons Inn for the last thirty years and >humans aged so quickly. >"Yes, my name is Littlefair. What game are you playing Luthor?" >'This fellow remembers me! What a remarkable memory for a human!' >Luthor thought to himself. >"I play no game. I was just wondering if you could give me a hangover >remedy and a quick way to cross over into the Realms. I have a wedding to >attend," Luthor said happily. >"Really? Who is getting married?" Littlefair asked while cracking an >egg into a glass of tomatoe juice. >"I am!" Luthor brimmed with pride, "and to the most beautiful woman in >Cormyr." From a table near the centre of the room (not a corner!) a small voice pipes up "Well....If it isn't Luthor!! Where've you been??" Looking over, Luthor recognizes Firecat the Gnome who is sitting drinking something brown in a short glass... "Come and have a drink and tell me how you got into such a terrible predicament." He said with a grin. "My good lady, " he called to the barmaid, "get my friend here whatever he wishes to drink..." -- This is my .sig until further notice... Mail s9100433@win4.vut.edu.au with any comments, opinions, statements, or even facts.... Also known as: Fablox, Snowlock and Duncan .....in many different places...