Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Saphire: Well... alright... here goes.
Message-ID: <1992Dec15.223501.27641@cheshire.oxy.edu>
From: wolf@cheshire.oxy.edu (Clinton Richard Wolf)
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 22:35:01 GMT
References: <1992Dec14.150856.2891@gacvx2.gac.edu> <1992Dec15.003302.3346@cheshire.oxy.edu> <92350.130311344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>

In article <92350.130311344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU> Michael Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU> writes:
>
>"It is nice to meet you, Saph." the red-haired man announces. "My name is
>Lancos Erredan." His gaze shifts to the other man. "And you're ... Lucas,
>right? It's been a while, but it's not hard remembering someone whose name
>so resembles my own." A deep grin crosses his face on these last words.
>
>"As I recall, you were looking for a 'mother'. Did you have any success?"
>Lancos finishes, waiting for a reply from either of his new tablemates.
>
 Lucas nods. "Yes, I found her. Or rather, I was brought to her by some others,
after they kidnapped me from this Inn and took me to their hideout, where they
tortured me for several days for some reason, but eventually must have gotten
tired of my company. It was actually quite nice, since most people tire of my
company within minutes, but they just kept lavishing attention on me. It might
even have been a nice time, except that they were all quite arrogant and rath-
er boring, and insisted on prodding me with hot metal objects..." He sighs.
 "But eventually, they brought me to the Mother, who didn't seem very happy to
see me, but then, nobody ever is, and she tried to absorb me, but couldn't
really, so I was forced to sit within her for days while listening to her group
minds babble endlessly and communing with my overaffectionate Goddess, until
the group of heroes I had been waiting for finally came and rescued me. Act-
ually, they probably didn't care about me at all, but they distracted her long
enough so I could leave, and then the drow fellow and I plane-shifted, but she
was after us by then so the drow sent me back here and led her on..."
 "You'll forgive me. I'm not used to talking so much. I think I've strained
something..." Lucas slumps back and stares morosely at Saphire, wondering how
to approach her best. The usual method of asking the lady if she 'would like
to propagate' almost always elicits a negative response, and a successful cop- 
ulation is of great importance, since she must have been sent by Fecunda in
her anger with Lucas' failings in the area of fertility. He will have to be
very careful, so he tries to plan a strategy...
 
 a) How do I get this woman to propagate with me?
 b) How do I get her to carry the child to term? (for although Fecunda doesn't
    mind casual sex, she would be most pleased by an actual birth...)
 c) Most importantly, how do I get her to talk to me for more than 10 seconds?

 Lucas sighs, in silent mortal agony, and thinks, 'Why me?'