From: taz@athena.mit.edu (Brian P Shea)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] Roger and Remainder Regroup
Date: 3 Feb 1993 19:33:22 GMT
Message-ID: <1kp6m2INNl3h@senator-bedfellow.MIT.EDU>

It is three days after Roger found himself in the clearing in the woods,
three days since he has been seperated from his companions.  It was
only this morning that Roger entered the gates of Generica, hearing
rumours that Thorr-kan and Gleep had entered earlier in the day.
It seems like forever since Roger left the Boston Sprawl through the
rift and entered this realm, but it already seems like home.  In
truth, Roger doesn't really miss the Sprawl.  The noise, pollution,
and general feeling of hopelessness were the most powerful feelings,
and are not to be missed.  And of all Generica, the place Roger is
heading has come to most mean home, the Dragon's Inn.

Roger rides Bones around to the stable and dismounts.  He whispers
a few words before he hands the reins to the stable hand.  The stable
hand must remember Bones, for he holds the reins at arms length, and
looks slightly wary.  Roger just grins, and gives Bones a pat for
extra measure.  Bones just rolls his eyes, as if in exasparation.
Roger then hoists his saddle bags over one shoulder, and grabs a long,
narrow object wrapped in black silk in one hand.  Roger then tosses
the hand a copper before turning towards the inn.

Roger walks to the door, pausing to look up at the sign swaying over
his head.  "So this is gonna be home for a bit, eh?  Guess I could do
worse," he thinks to himself.

Anyone who glanced up as the door opened would see yet another odd
figure enter the inn, but not as odd as many.  The Jolly Roger is
a tall man, about six three, with a gymnast's build, strong but not
bulky.  He has short black spiked hair.  He wears black and white
camo fatigues, a black turtleneck, and a black duster.  His coat
is adorned with a skull and bones pin on the lapel, as is the neck
of the turtleneck.  His most striking features are his eyes, they
are dark green, but the pupils are in the shape of skull and bones.
Aside from the object he is carrying, he appears unarmed.

The Jolly Roger quickly scans the room.  He notices a table with
two people sitting there, two of his companions.  With a smile, and
a slight sigh of relief, he heads for the table.  As he sits down,
he greets Traveler, and gives a concerned look to a haggard looking
Wanderer.  Wanderer is badly injured, but Roger can tell his injuries
are no longer life threatening.

With a wave and a quick word, Roger orders a Sam Adams, and the three
start to talk...

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It is three days later, and Roger is again sitting at the table with
Traveler and Wanderer.  Wanderer is healing quickly, and is much better.  
Offers or suggestions of magical healing are politely refused with little 
explanation.  Privacy is respected, and curious, but fruitless, looks 
have to do.  The three men are quietly sitting, waiting for one they 
know will come.

The waiting is ended when the door is flung open and a seven and a half
foot tall White Minotaur enters the inn, a welcome sight to the group,
if not the patrons.

"Dwarf spirits!  And an order of FRIES for Gleep," Thorr-kan bellows
as he enters.  He passes the bar and exchanges words with Selene, and
then he strides to the table, greeting the three men there.

Roger can't help but smile.  He realizes that he likes this strange
man-beast, despite his innate distrust of people.  Thorr-kan joins
the group, and another round of drinks is ordered at the table.
Roger savors the moment, knowing that the fun is about to begin.

ADMIN: This ties things together.  We are now in the same place
at the same time.  Sorry if I butchered your character...

"Every journey begins with but a single step."
The Jolly Roger
aka Brian Shea
taz@athena.mit.edu