Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: asgds@aurora.alaska.edu
Subject: Mikar Escapes
Message-ID: <1993Apr19.170205.1@aurora.alaska.edu>
Date: Tue, 20 Apr 1993 01:02:05 GMT


	Mikar looked at the man approaching him.  He was a warrior.  A very big
man with wild, dark brown hair and dark eyes.  He was dirty from travel and
very tough looking.
	"Boy how would you like to earn some gold?" The man looked down at
Mikar with a hunger in his eyes.  Hunger and anticipation.
	"What would I do to get this gold?" he asked, brushing his long golden
hair out of his face.  His brown eyes looking up warily at the stranger.
	"Follow me." said the warrior.
	Mikar followed.  The warrior took the lad to an anonymous inn, and up
to his room.
	"Sit down."  Mikar sat on the bed.  The man leaned against the door to
the room, there was no window.
	"I am on a quest and have sworn myself to he cause of killing the 
sorceress Achthyl.  I am also sworn, for religious reasons not to lie with a
woman until my quest is over.  Achthyl has placed a curse of lust and passion
on me.  I am in need of... companionship."
	"Funny word for it... what's your name?"
	"Nikola, Nikola Lastchilde."
	"Why do you hunt this witch, and why the vow of purity?"
	"Achthyl is, among other things, a lust witch.  She could entrap me in
any form she chose.  Any female form.  Thus the oath.  I hunt her because she
destroyed my village, and enslaved the people for her vile pleasures and
magical experiments.  I am the only survivor.  After performing some of her
experiments on me, and using me as her plaything, she left me for dead.  I was
found by a wandering druid, who raised me to adulthood.  I have sworn a blood 
oath to make her pay for what she has done, to me and to all the others she has
destroyed."
	"Do you normally like men?"
	"I prefer women."
	"I don't care either way," Mikar said as he removed his clothes.  "Know
this Nikola Lastchilde, I am going to acompany you an your quest, for you are
my escape from the life I lead.  I am a thief, a trickster, and a whore.  I
have lived my life upon the streets of Generica.  If you lie with me tonight,
you create a bond, we will share this quest, I will help you towards your goal,
and you will teach me the skills of a warior."  Mikar was naked, and fairly
clean under his urchins rags.  His young body was both muscular and soft.
	The warior stood at the door, torn between lust and fear....
	"Very well.  Tell me boy, what is your name?"
	The boy pressed himself against the man's large, strong frame and 
whispered in Nikola's ear...
	"I am Mikar."
	Then a bond was formed...