Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Message-ID: Date: Tue, 16 Feb 1993 21:13:25 -0500 From: Alex Feely Subject: Gagen Greetings, I am interested in this group, and I am writing in with this introduction, This is set in the Dragons-inn(i assume that is the place:) *************************************************************** The night is one to be oft considered vile, yet enchanting. Winds howl at the moon, licking it's wispy lips, in it's attempts to strike fear in the hearts of the unknowing. Often it succeeds, and people take solace, but it is a rare storm that can drive Gagen inside. He enters, the door swinging behind him on slightly rusted iron hinges. Lightning strikes, and you see before you a man clad in black, the height of a wild bear, yet almost lanky. His entrance causes a few of the locals to look, and fall of thier chair once more in thier drunken stupor. A barmaid rushes to help them up, adding a few drinks to the tab in the process. He crosses, taking long, gentle strides across the wooden floor, seating himself at a table in the corner, the one farthest away from the fire. A barmaid approaches him, "Hello, what can i get you?". Without raising his head, "Water" slips out from his mouth. Almost collapsing in the process, the young woman manages to get herself turned around and headed back towards the kitchen, returning shortly and nervusly thereafter to deliever the water. The man sips at his water, and slowly conversation returns to normal. A few people come in, all sliding by him rather discreetly, as if they do not want to be distrubed. After an hour, only newcommers pay attention to him, as he sips at his drink slowly. "Aww, come on sugar pie, gimmie some of that other meat." says one of the simpletons, al-biet a very large simpleton. The woman, one of the young ladies working the inn, trys to resist, complaining about duties and such. The hulk of a man reaches out with his hands, questioning for some flesh locating in her rear. "StOp" rings a warbled voice from the corner, "you do not wish to go against the child.". The delaration get's the man to stop, but he retorts, "Who are you to tell me what to do, your hardly wider than a shard of wood." "Thank you" is all he says, as he sits back deeper into the cushions of the chair. "Wait a minute, I a'int finished with ya yet!" calls the giant, as he gets up and lumbers over to him. "get up and fight like a man, er as close you can come to it." That get's a large roar from the rowdy bunch in the bar. "I said, getup and fight!" The man does nothing "Alright then, I've given ya a choice!" and thrusts a fist foward. In one fluid motion, The man get's up, twists his supple spine, and dodges the punch. He grabs the man's arm at the wrist while his arm is fully extended, and put's his other hand under the man's elbow. Pushing down on the wrist, a booming 'CRACK!' is heard as the man's elbow is broken, the bone showing past the skin. After several minutes of screams and stares, the black-clad figure shows one finger, and shoves it through the eyeball of the brute, allowing the body to contort in wild spasms of hellbent pain, finnaly collapsing, dark blood seeping from the wounds. He turns, and speaks aloud, "My name is Gagen, and i come from places spawned of raw death, I kill when i like, but do not like it, it would be wise not to toy with women against there will, nor try me in such fashion. I am new in town, try and behave yourself, or this town won't be here for people to be new to" Gagen turns, and walks back to his seat, where he continues drinking his water. *************************************************************** Alex Feely Gagen the dark. My mind prances in wilderness yet untamed by human conception. Enter my world of LIFE, DEATH, AND NEUTRALITY ETERNAL!! A tree is a terrible thing to waste....