Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: arsmith@lamar.ColoState.EDU (Alan Smith) Subject: [No Thread Yet] Palandun: A day on the town II Message-ID: Date: Sun, 02 May 1993 20:17:18 GMT References: "You?" The secretary says, looking at Palandun incredulously. "Yes. Me. The bismanian position of ambassador consists largely of making up a plausible lie when we break a treaty obligation and going to balls. Seein' as our two countries don't have any treaty obligations, pretty much anybody could fill the job. So I'm here. Tell the DIC he can find me at the Dragon's Inn if he needs me." "DIC?" "Dude-In-Charge. I forgot where I was." Palandun hands over his credential and walks out. Palandun decides to take a walk, and begins wandering around the city. Late in the day he finds himself south of Merchant's hill, in a really, really, really seedy part of town. 'Looks like the tenements in Wingdoc-Kem.' Palandun thinks, recalling a place he was in the fourth orc war. "So, private Palandun." a voice says. Palandun spins around, recognizing the voice, but not the body that belongs to it. A large man, limping on his left side and wearing a black cape. He also has a medallian of a silver bird with a single talon extended and a tatoo of a black hand holding a lightning bolt on his left hand. "My name is now Rackesh." He says holding up a hand. Palandun half-draws his sword. "Interesting choice. It's Lieutenant Palandu now. We had another war after you left." "Oh? How was it? Did you court-martial your commanding officer?" "It was a class II operation." Palandun said, answering a different question entirely. "Unless you thought Grishnala's virtue was of strategic value?" "Don't joke with me anymore. And put Gynsoo away, I have you covered by crossbows." Palandun moves his eyes around, the sword slides back into it's sheath. He starts searching for some kind of missile weapon. "What do you want of me?" Palandun asks. "Just this: You ruined my life once, stay away from me and mine or I shall give you no mercy." The figure turns and disappears into the shadows. A dark cloaked figure enters the common room, looking for a corner to lurk in. "Drat it." Palandun says, "all the corners are filled." he de-cloaks and grabs a seat in the middle, wondering what he should eat today.