Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: an10660@anon.penet.fi (Bingo) Subject: The Windstalker meets Taeron Message-ID: <1993Feb11.182324.11528@fuug.fi> Date: Thu, 11 Feb 1993 17:18:14 GMT The evening was progressing smoothly, aside from the minor altercation with Carrik. The music was good, for humans, and the blueberry wine that Serene had provided was magnificant. Having relaxed somewhat after the meeting with Carrik, (the wine was REALLY good), Windstalker finally took notice of the building in which he was sitting. The twenty one corners in a rectangular building struck him as odd. Nurturing an idea, he began to concentrate on the place which he sat. Within seconds he was sitting in a deeply shadowed corner. [ADMIN: Yes there are now 22 corners, I hate odd numbers] Satisfied with his accomplishment, he signaled Serene to bring another bottle of wine. When she arrived he handed her a small ruby and whispered, "I know this isn't much but it should cover room and board for a week or two. See that Littlefair gets it." She nodded and turned to go but Windstalker caught her arm and said, "By the way, the blueberry wine you choose for me is excellent. Thank you." He let go of her arm and smiling she continued on about her business. Windstalker leaned back and relaxed. Just as he was getting comfortable the door swung open and in stepped a drow. The patrons jumped into action, some preparing for battle, others scurrying for cover. > "My name is Taeron." he bit out. "I am the Second son of House >Dromanni of the city of Santaninthar;" and weakly he added: "and I >need help..." > And Taeron the Drow collapsed onto the floor "Damn," Windstalker muttered as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head. Moving to help the fallen Drow a curse could be heard faintly by those he passed. "Wilmu Fenb ohx Xumnliwa mbu vliezbn eil vlenbulm." [ADMIN: Anyone who speaks a dialect of the Sylvan Elf language can email me for a rough translation.] Kneeling near the Drow, he said to the crowd, "Put your weapons away, this man needs help!" Shouting to the bar, "Serene, Littlefair, a glass of Fire Wine and put it on my bill." Pulling his hood even further over his face to conceal his elven features, he lifted the Drow and carried him to one of the many dark corners. Making sure that Serene delivered the glass of wine, he returned to his dark corner and resumed drinking. 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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind system, any replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. *IMPORTANT server security update*, mail to update@anon.penet.fi for details.