Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BH] sorry, i can't think of a good title right now :(
Message-ID: <1m7bv5INNbrg@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu>
From: cj841@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Chris Steiner)
Date: 21 Feb 1993 07:45:41 GMT


    Dart flew through a crack in the wall of the Drift Inn.  Looking  around 
 quickly,  he spotted the table in which Amberle and the newcomer  sat.   He 
 hummed  over to the table and took a long sip from a bowl.  {They're  here.  
 They eat chicken.}
 
 
    Artimian, panting, leaned against a corner.  {Good work Dart.  Give me a 
 map.}   Artimian's  eyes  unfocused  as a score of  images  came  from  his 
 familiar.   Lisk, his night lizard, crawled out of his backpack where  Hype 
 was  sleeping.  Hype smelled magical, but he seemed to be  recovering  from 
 his  wounds.  Artimian wouldn't like it if he tried to eat Hype right  now.  
 So, he crawled out onto Artimian's shoulder, nuzzled his head at Artimian's 
 collar and crawled down into the sleeve.
 
    As  Artimian's  eyes refocused he noticed a skeletal bird  watching  him 
 from a rooftop.  Actually, it was looking past him just a little.  He  spun 
 around,  drawing  his  mace to see a zombie dragging a  body.   The  zombie 
 opened a sewer grate and Artimian lunged at it.  The first blow removed the 
 lower part of the zombie's right arm.
 
    The  body fell into the sewers while the zombie looked up in  confusion.  
 It  caught  Artimian's arm as his swing came around again and  raised  it's 
 stump as if to strike at his face.  Artimian pulled out his holy symbol and 
 pressed it against the abominations chest, whispering a harsh prayer.   The 
 zombie  let  out  an unearthly scream as it melted into a  pile  of  bones.  
 Artimian whirled back around, but the bird was gone.
 
 
    The  leather flap that was the door to the Drift Inn  opened  violently.  
 Artimian stormed over to the table and dropped a skull onto it.  Dart  flew 
 over  and peered into his backpack as he turned a chair around and  slumped 
 into it.  "Where's Miscrir?" he asked.
 
    Arthsplunt picked up the skull and said, "You have elves in this  world?  
 Good! It's been a long time since I've seen an elf.  Good race.  Pity  they 
 don't survive on more worlds."
 
    
 "Bartender, I believe I'll have another pitcher of water..."
                                             (Artimian Yauntir of Elturel)