Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [1] Mavrius makes friends......
Message-ID: <1992Oct29.060027.13793@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au>
From: s1077826@giaec.cc.monash.edu.au (Scott Wight)
Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1992 06:00:27 GMT
Keywords: UH-OH


    Mavrius got up from the bar stool that he had occupied for a very long
time. Damn, his but hurt.  Something about assignments and exams flashed
itself into his mind.  WHAT the hell were they??

    He decided that a stroll outside could be quite beneficial to his current
unsober state.  Boy the dragons inn sure had good wine.  His thin, cat-like
form stealthilly wound its way through the crowd and a kenders pockets
retrieving a number of his daggers.  Damn kenders were a plague.  But they
were born with the skills that had taken him a long time to master.  Even in
his drunken state the kender failed to notice his hands removing the
possessions that he had owned not more than five minutes previous.

    Finally, Mavrius reached the door and running fingers through his black,
military style hair he stepped into the night.  And what a fine night it was
with a lovely cool breeze to cool his swirling head.  Mavrius continued on his
way which was basically nowhere.  And suddenly.....

CLUNK...

    Mavrius fell back to the ground.  "Whasshh that,"  he stammered as a black
glove was extended down in front of his face.  Mavrius took the proferred hand
up with a mumbled, "ffffank you" and found himself almost face to face with a
long dead knight. (Mavrius is about four inches shorter)

    Mavrius might have been frightened if he was sober but instead.  "Mighty
kind of you SSShir," he mumbled as best he could.

    "MAVRIUS."  A voice called, that wasn't from the dead knight.

    Suprisingly, Mavrius seemed to be making friends like never before.  He
turned and faced three raggedly dressed men two of whom carried long
swords.  "My name is Kraythes," came the unarmed speaker, the one who had
called out before.  Mavrius stared hard at the three men in front of him.
They looked quite suspicious, but then so did most people who Mavrius usualy
associated.  The faces of the two armed men seemed to be fuzzy or blurry or
was it just Mavrius's eyes playing up.  All three seemed suddenly to spring
black hair from all over there bodies.  "ZILLAX'N SENT US," growled the
unarmed leader as his face contorted, growing long teeth, furry ears and red
glowing eyes.

    Mavrius fumbled for his silver short sword as the leader transformed into
a huge slavering wolf creature, and his two friends into human rats.

    UH-OH, thought Mavrius finally drawing his short sword.......


        Scott Wight