From: s924739@yallara.cs.rmit.OZ.AU (Barry M Prismall)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BBD] A Rangers Morning
Keywords: Tarkyn BBD
Message-ID: <19235@goanna.cs.rmit.oz.au>
Date: 17 May 93 02:44:54 GMT


An extract from the journal of Tarkyn the Ranger.

  Sunlight streamed through the lower floor window where the ranger
slept. First warming his bare feet, his boots being left in a corner,
working its way up to touch his face. His eyes flickered, cold and grey,
darker than the clouds that had raged during a minor storm last night.
Searching and seeking, always moving, eyes that see all. Easing his tired
bones from a bed that really contrasted to the raggard ground he had been
sleeping on before.

  Slinging a cloak of midnight black over his shoulder, Tarkyn heads through
the door and into the bar in search of nourishment.

  "What may today bring", he thought as he sat down, signalling to Littlefair
that he was ready for a meal. A smile escapes Tarkyn's lips as he remembered
what had happened last time he had tasted the brew of the dragons inn. Just
as he starts to take a sip he hears an a few words coming from a conversation
going on at one of the corner tables.

"...need all the help we can muster..."

  "The power hasn't manifested yet, what form will it take", Tarkyn carefully
ponders to himself. Placing his hand on the hilts of his double rune swords
at his side. "A gift and a curse they told me. Maybe it is time to see how
Raoh's power has changed me"  

  After quietly finishing his meal of something other than berries and nuts,
the young ranger decides it is time to approach the group in the corner.

 Soundlessly he makes his way over, then with in a neutral voice he says,

"Good morning, I could not help overhear what you said before", his eyes
focused on Lancos, "I am interested in providing you with my services"

  Seeing that Lancos is waiting for something the young follower of the source
adds, "My name is Tarkyn".

Barry Prismall