Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] Return
Message-ID: <1993Jan28.223553.3036@gacvx2.gac.edu>
From: mcutter@gacvx2.gac.edu
Date: 28 Jan 93 22:35:53 -0600

Dawn is rising once again over Generica.  The opening of the city gates
is accompanied by the usual complaints of the crowd and th guards' usual
bitching.  But all things considered, it looks like today was going to
be another quite day:  just harmless commoners to harass and the
occassional noble to kiss up to.

About 8 AM, this notion gets thrown out the castle gate.

Thorr-kan is in a good mood as minotaurs go.  He has spent the last
three days on the road, enjoying the solitude and the scenery.  The only
problem had been a run-in with a pair of evil wizards.  Why couldn't
evil wear black here, like at home? ;-)  Life is so much easier when is
does.  But thanks to a few tricks and a bit of luck, the White Minotaur had
emerged victorious and unscathed.

(ADMIN:  I hate papers.  I really, really hate papers.  Especially on
subjects I am not familiar with.  Tag-team, husband-wife professor teams
aren't a blast either!  But I LOVE friends with computers.  Especially those 
that will let me use them at all hours when that demon, Inspiration, hits.  
But the damn class is done, and I did well enough to survive until spring 
semester starts.)

As he approaches the gate, a cry goes up.  The watch has seen many
strange things, but seven and a half feet of cheerful minotaur comes
close to the top of their list.  The crowd parts about Thorr-kan as he
and Gleep approach.

"Beast-man! Halt and state your business!" rings out from the guardhouse.

Thorr-kan smiles.  As anyone can guess, a minotaur smile shows MANY
teeth.  "I am simply a peaceful traveler, wishing only to seek the
Dragon's Inn and the company of friends," Thorr-kan bellows, silently
adding, if any are left alive.


"Peaceful?  Armed like THAT?! Yah, sure.  You will have to leave your
weapons here and stay with an escort at all times."

A rumble escapes the White Minotaur's throat.  He shifts his stance,
preparing himself for a fight.  "Do you really wish to try and enforce
that, little human?" he growls.  "I so not wish to kill you, but I will
not have my honor degraded by leaving."

Tension builds as the guards encircle Thorr-kan.  A fight is the last
thing he needs.  But such insults to his honor cannot go unanswered. 
Suddenly, a voice rings out from the crowd.  "Hold, Guardsman.  I will
vouch for the warrior."  A guard captain steps out of the shadows.

Instantly, the leader of the gate squad becomes respectful.  "Sorry,
sir.  But I have rarely seen such a creature, and was only thinking of
caution..."

The captain smiles softly.  "I know.  You are to be commended.  Carry
on while I see to this one."  He turns to Thorr-kan.  "You will come
with me.  I will see you to the Inn of Dragons and be certain you are
not accosted again.  But by royal command, your halberd must be covered
and your peace-strings fastened."

The White Minotaur nods slowly.  This human has a familiar smell to him,
but Thorr-kan cannot place it.  He does as bid.

The two set off.  Several minutes after leaving the gate, the guard
captain catches Thorr-kan's arm. "Hold, milord.  I have come far seeking
you.  Flesh shifts, the human flowing, growing taller.  In his place
stands a six six green skinned humanoid.  Black hair flows past his
shoulders, and the light sparkles off silver eyes.

Thorr-kan chuckles deeply.  "A perfect entrance, as always, Serrin. 
What brings you so far from Krynn?"


-Thorr-kan, the White Minotaur

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Peace through strength!                            Victory through annihilation!
Matt Cutter, e-mail to mcutter@nic.gac.edu OR mcutter@vax2.gac.edu
Gustavus couldn't afford my opinions if they wanted them!
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