Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Dint] Into Servitude
Message-ID: <1992Oct29.203632.21480@ultb.isc.rit.edu>
From: jempci@ultb.isc.rit.edu (J.E. Mason)
Date: 29 Oct 92 20:36:32 GMT

>	The red cloaked man bows to the dwarf.  "Greetings Dint, son of Dent,
>and greetings also to your dragon friend Juel, Daughter of Jem.  I am Elkion,
>a Seeker of Knowledge, and what meager power I have is based upon the 
>knowledge I have aquired.  You are in a strange pub in the middle of a strange
>town on a strange world.  Around you you see rifraf, Lords, Ladies and 
>extra-dimensional beings - including a rude Shadowalker - all in one place.
>	"Please, sit with me and tell me your tale.  Those wounds of yours 
>look as though you had been fighting a nasty creature"  Elkion motions for
>a heretofore unseen barmaid in a Hollandish outfit to bring two mugs of Dark
>Ale.  "Mayhap you were fighting with your wife?"

Dint looks coldly at the man and speaks in a soft voice that is barely
audible, "I was taken from my wife and home by an ungrateful ... to do 
battle against myself."

"Er, judging by your wounds, it looks like you lost," replied the Man of 
Knowledge.

"No, I won. The battle was to the death"

> Nutsy's *GASP* as she reads the scroll is audible to
>veryone within the inn, and she turns to look at Sam.

>"Oh NO!...  Not AGAIN!"

Dint's attention is diverted by the halfling's exclamation. He turns and sees
her waving a scroll in the air.  She is standing at a table occupied by
(two fighters?) and (a thief?).  He is drawn to the scroll and takes a 
staggered step towards it, as if not *ALL* his wounds had been healed.  Those
near him can hear him mutter..."oh no...this can't be happening..."

>Nutsy flourishes the scroll, and begins to read in a soft voice that
>carries throughout the Inn.  "You have the services of this miserable for
>a period of not more than one year to assist you in the fulfilment of your
>quest."

>She turns to Sam with that sly smile, and Sam knows that now comes the
>*fun* part...
>"Gee Sammy, can I play with your new friend too?  You know, share him like
>we did with that last fellow?"

>  Nutsy's laugh began like a bubble in the lower depths of the sulpher 
>pools. It grew slowly, and eventually erupted out to echo off the ceiling
>and fill the inn with her joviality.

>  "Oh.. you're in it now Sam! The *CHOSEN* one once again... 
>   So much for just slipping away from the party eh? You'll not be
>   sneaking away from this one.. the GODS themselves will be 
>   watching you're evey move! You're stuck Sam.. S-T-U-C-K!"

>Nutsy was waving the scroll about as she talked..

>  "It says here," reads Nutsy,

>    "You have the services of this miserable dwarf for a period of not
>     more than one year to assist you in the fulfilment of your quest."

>  "Do you want me to read it to you again Sam? .. the fulfilment of 
>   your quest!! ha ha ha.. " 

>As Nusty taunted Sam, a flame appeared on the bottom of the scroll, and
>thus caused Nutsy to drop it. The flames changed from the usual yellow/red to 
>green/silver and then subsided. Written across the bottom, in still 
>glowing letters, were the following words..



>                     "..and bring the Halfling."

Dint stares at them with disbelief. "No, not a THIEF!  ANYTHING but a THIEF!
CURSE YOU MORADIN!!!!"

A rumble like thunder is heard outside the inn.

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