Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: an10660@anon.penet.fi (Bingo, The Were Mutt)
Subject:      The Windstalker
Message-ID: <1993Feb10.121635.22097@fuug.fi>
Date: Mon, 8 Feb 1993 21:10:22 GMT

     As the sun set on yet another evening at the Dragons Inn, the
patrons were beginning to settle in for a quiet evening with friends.
The adventuring types were telling tales of great battles to any who
cared to listen, and Thor, the Half-Ogre bouncer, was praying for an
exciting night at work.
     Thor's prayer was answered as the calm evening was suddenly
disrupted by a powerful gust of wind that threw open the door.  A
figure, silhouetted by the rising moon stepped through the doorway,
closed the door and approached the bar.
     Placing a single platinum coin upon the bar, the mysterious
figure said, "That should cover a meal, a bottle of wine and a
peaceful place to enjoy it."
     The silent nod from Littlefair answered his request.  The
mysterious figure then made his way to the north corner of the common
room, remaining in shadow as much as possible, but even his careful
steps could not escape the light from the dancing flames of the fire
as it fell upon his forest green silk cloak.  It's shimmering green,
a sharp contrast to the jet black of his chainmail.  His presence in
the light did not last long, however, as he quickly took a seat
hidden in shadow.
     As the commotion caused by his entrance settled down, Serene
arrived with his meal and bottle of wine.  The quiet evening had once
again resumed where it had left off.  Unfortunately the evening's
activities were disrupted by the sound of rapidly approaching horses.
     As the sound faded into silence, the door to the inn flew open.
A large human in shadowy black chainmail stood in the doorway.  He
and three companions stepped into the inn.  The last man closed the
door and the three assumed defensive positions near the door.  The
tension they brought did not sit well with Thor but he was powerless
to act, they had performed no hostile actions.  The leader crossed to
the bar and whispered to Littlefair.
     After a few moments of secretive conversation, the leader turned
to face the patrons.  "My name is Carrik, I am in the employ of
Thadar, a merchant lord in the distant city, Tiberia.  We are
searching for an outlaw by the name of Windstalker.  A reward for his
capture has been posted at 500 gold.  Your assistance will be both
appreciated and rewarded."  Completing his speech, Carrik began
walking toward the door.
     In the northern corner of the room, there was a scrapping as a
chair slid across the floor.  The mysterious figure in the green
cloak stepped into the light.  Pulling the hood of his cloak off to
reveal his elven feature, he said, "I am Silas Windstalker and I do
not believe myself to be an outlaw."
     Carrik, in mid-step turned to face the elf.  "And I believe
otherwise."  A signal to his companions alerted them to be ready.
"The sword you wear at your side is the property of my employer and
you, sir, are the man who stole it."
     "Carrik, you fool.  Let us not speak of thieves.  You know that
your employer is the true thief."  Silas slowly drew the sword in
question from it's scabbard.  The fine steel blade seemed to shimmer
as it enhanced the flickering light of the nearby fire.  "This is the
Sword of the Windstalker.  It was forged by my ancestors before you
humans had even developed language.  It was stolen from my family
over 150 years ago by ancestors of your employer.  The wrong has now
been righted."  Returning the sword to it's scabbard, Silas stepped
forward.  "Carrik, I have no wish to kill you or your companions, but
if you are determined to die for you employer, I will.  If not, I
would suggest that you take your companions and find employment
elsewhere."
     Silas turned and made toward his seat.  Carrik started to leave
but his companions decided otherwise.  It was but a single elf, they
could take him.  Each drew his sword and advanced toward Silas.
Before Thor could even move, Silas had drawn his sword and was at the
throat of his first attacker.  The speed at which he worked his
weapon made for a quick battle.  Within seconds the three warriors
lay dead at his feet.
     "How about you Carrik?"  He hissed as the last body fell to the
floor.
     Before he could turn to see, Carrik was out the door.  Silas
returned to his seat and finished his drink in peace.

[ADMIN:  Thor and Carrik are NPC's I used in order to introduce
Silas.  They may be used as you please, as I currently have no plans
for them.  I would appreciate being informed of any major activities
done with Carrik, as I may have use for him in the future.]


Bingo, The Were-Mutt        PARANOIA: The ultimate state of awareness

I am not the one who is crazy,
I am the one who is MAD!
                    Ren Hoek
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