From: starride@maico.ksu.ksu.edu (David Chase)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [SG] Scott Gillig intro
Date: 31 Jan 1993 02:38:59 -0600
Message-ID: <1kg373INN25e@maico.ksu.ksu.edu>


         As the sun slowly rises, and light plays throught the soft
white clouds, a mounted figure slowly rides up to the top of a small
grassy noll south of the city of Generica. Trailing behind the figure
mounted figure are two horses laden with equipment. Stopping on the 
noll the mounted figure pauses and looks at the City of Generica.
Looking thoughtfully the figure seems to start deeply at the city
almost as if into its very heart.
	`Well there is the city of Generica. At last I can complete
my journey. Finigan, (my dwarffriend) I hope that your brother is as    
easy to find as you claim.' A deep sigh raises mounted figure. Looking 
back to the city the rider notices that the crowd near the gate shift.
In the middle of the open area stands a large white humanoid with horns
`Hmm, must be a minotaur. Strange never seen one this close to civiliza-   
tion before. Atleast not walking in like it was normal everyday thing.'
Sighing deeply the rider goes back to the long thoughtfull stare. The    
warhorse seems to sense its rider's mental state and softly whines
and turns its head to look at the rider. Noticing that the rider 
takes a long drink from a wineskin and then nudges the horse forward.

         The guard at the south gate had a worried look on his face.
'Damn my luck. Why did I have to get into that card game last night.
How in the hell am I going to pay Sugob that 4,000 that I owe him.'
All morning long he paced back and forth harrassing all that entered
the south gate. Even bullying some to pay a 'tax' for entering the 
city. But it was begining to look pityfully hopeless that he would
earn enough money by sunset. And that fool minotaur almost started a
fight till the captain came along. 
         Just as it was getting time for the noon meal the guard at
noticing that the thought of food made him more nauseu noticed that 
a warrior was  riding toward the entrance of the city. Seeing that the
warrior rode a warhorse loaded with equipment along with two pack horse
that were tied off to him and were also loaded with equipment, the city 
guard thought this might be a good day for him after all. Stepping out 
to met the rider the guard raised a hand.
         "Stop warrior, state your name and business in this city."

         Looking directly at the guard the mounted figure nudged his 
horse to stop and answered.
         "My name is Scott Gillig. I am looking for a dwarf."

         "Well that might be but this city doesnt take kindly to weapon
bearing fools walking all around looking for a fight. So if you would
kindly remove all you weapons and leave them here at the tower. I'll 
make sure that you get them all back when you leave."

         Looking at the guard. "No, I will not be leaving my weapons     
here at your tower. If that is the law then why did you let the white
minotaur pass? I saw him earlier and you let him go through."

         "That might be but you are not him so dismount or I will have
the archers shoot you dead were you sit."

	 In a loud voice so that all can here. "Are you saying that
even if I choose not to enter your city you are still going to make
me leave my equipment at your tower for safe keeping." Then in a lower
voice directed only at the guard. "I dont know what your trouble is
today, and I wish no trouble from you but if you even try I will 
strike you dead."

         Looking to Scott Gillig's eyes the guard could feel the cold
directness of his voice. Deciding that maybe this was not a very good
idea the guard thought of something.
         "No stranger, you misunderstood me. I said that there was a  
tax on any trade goods that you might have. No you can enter the city
freely." the guard said in a loud and slightly tense voice.

         "Thank you. May you have better luck later." And with that 
Scott Gillig proceeded into the city of Generica.

	The guard turned back to the tower and then had another thought.
Calling over one of the begging boys that he knew worked for the Thieves
Guild. `Maybe I can get something out of that warrior yet.'