From: fogelinc@nmr1.Cyanamid.COM (Carl Fogelin)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Kevin] A helping hand, a broken chair
Date: 19 Jan 1993 19:03:02 GMT
Message-ID: <1jhj98INNlha@c3po.jvnc.net>
References: <93019.103215ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>

[ ADMIN: I'll try to tie the different posts of help together, but it's hard. ]
[ The lack of credulity of the surroundings, a common language, and being plopped ]
[ in a bar room brawl is a lot to ask for.  I guess that's what happens to un- ]
[ invited guests.  Also, I've done some changes to E'Karam's, Dramis', and ]
[ Meran's posts. ]


>     E'Karam looked over at the fallen human and shrugged his purple shoulders.
>He got out of his chair and made his way to the student's side.
>
>     "Hello there.  You seem to be in a bit of trouble, my friend.  I am
>E'Karam the Halfling...pleased to meet you."  He said in a voice filled with
>warmth and friendship.
>     For a moment, the injured human's eyes focused.  He saw a 6 foot tall
>creature with purple scales, white eyes, and a score of tenticles where his
>mouth should have been.  He groaned involuntarily.

Kevin could not believe what his eyes were seeing.  First his nose, now his eyes.
Well, whatever he was seeing, it was saying something... what language is that?
"Well" mused Kevin, "I guess it's the language of tall purple things with tentacles."
Kevin groaned again.  Hmmm, he(?) seems to be friendly...

>     "Well, I suppose we should do something about all this blood.  Yuck."
>E'Karam began cutting small pieces of his robe and using them to bangage
>the young human's wounds.  When E'Karam got to Kevin's shoulder, "Now this
>doesn't look right.  ANYONE KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HUMAN STRUCTURE?" he shouted
>across the room.  No one answered as they were too busy watching some sort
>of drinking contest.  E'Karam looked the human in the eye, "Now this won't
>hurt a bit."  He snapped the shoulder back in place causing a wave of pain
>to course over Kevin's frame.

"Owwww!!!  Are you a doctor?!" mumurred Kevin.  The blank look he got back made
Kevin believe he was dealing with a Good Samaritan.  Beggars can't be choosy...

>     "Sorry about that kid, healing and Halflings don't mix that well,
>especially when you Big Folk are concerned.  Well, I've done all I can,
>you'll just have to......."  E'Karam's eyes unfocused as if he were looking
>at something just over the horizon.  A plesant warmth flowed slowly over
>Kevin's body.

"Wow!  What was that!"  Kevin could now see much more clearly and his head stopped hurting.  He seemed to be in some bar.  There was a lot of yelling going on -- something to to with the fellow chugging pitchers of beer.  He looked closer at
his benefactor and he was still purple.

Then the brawl broke out.  Fists being thrown, chairs flying, general bedlam.
Whatever the "purple" fellow was doing to him, he stopped abruptly and ducked.
Good thing too or he would have been beaned by that mug.  Just then, two more
strangers came over towards him, ducking and weaving.

"I got to get down off this bar.  Too tempting a target."  Barely able to move,
Kevin managed to roll off the bar.   THUNK!  and lost conciousness, again.

> "Oh dear.." Dramic sidestepped a bewildered patron who had been heading for
>him, and walked over to the now-unconscious young man on the floor who
had appeared out of nowhere.  Crouching beside him was a Halfling, apparently
helping him.  Then another adventurer knelt down near him.  The two conferred
briefly, and then magically tended to his wounds.

>"Good evening.  Are you taking care of this" asked Dramic?

>"Good evening.  My name is Quicksilver, and this is E'Karam.  Yes, I think he
>should be all right.  Whoever he is."

>"Hmm. Perhaps I can take him to a place where he can rest up.  I mean, I
>have to go out anyway, to buy a horse, and well.. to avoid this crowd..."

>Quicksilver nodded. "As you will.  Perhaps you might need help carrying him out."

>"Yes, thank you.  Oops!" Dramic ducked another flying chair.

Kevin regained consciousness just in time to see a chair whiz by.  Looking at
the three people who seemed to be helping him, Kevin urged "We have to get out
of here."  CRASH!!!  "The police...  I need to gather my wits before seeing
Dr. Hawkins...  The lab..."

It was obvious that two of them didn't understand him and the third seemed puzzled.
Slowly this time, "L e a v e ....  N o w ..." and pointed towards the door.  With
that he tried to stand up... he was too weak.

> Then Quicksilver smiled.  "Yes, I think we all might need to leave this inn for
>the moment..."

They then grabbed Kevin, holding him up under the arms and proceeded carefully
out of the Inn.  Later on, after the fraccas, a smushed Snickers was found on
the bar.

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