Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: arsmith@lamar.ColoState.EDU (Alan Smith) Subject: [DAC] At least it's dryer. Message-ID: Date: Mon, 04 Oct 1993 23:32:59 GMT ADMIN: For those of you who forgot, we left our only very slightly trepid heros in a fountain in the middle of Generica, getting wet. "Well, what now?" Lycra asked, looking at the fountain around them. Crussen's only reply was to gape in amazement at his immediate surroundings (mirroring the astonished expressions of Genericans who happened to be present when they appeared). Rayon had a whistful look on his face. "I want to see the old DI." He stated, and opened the door. Picking his loved one up, he carried her to the of the fountain, then set her down, returning to get their things. "Food and drinks there. Where's Martin? Hello?" Rayon waved a hand in Crussen's. "Anybody home?" Crussen shrugged. "Oh, well, his loss. Will you help me with my love's bags?" Crussen stammered, "Uh... yeah... yeah." Pushing the bulky objects together, arranged them into an imposing vertical stack. Then with a squat and a slight grunt, Crussen lifted the entire stack and began to shuffle toward the wall surrounding the fountain. "And _do_ be careful, some of those things are fragile," Lycra called. Turning to hear her, Crussen lost his grip and the tower lurched. The topmost piece of luggage plummeted toward Rayon, striking the young paladin's foot. Rayon, who had this happen to him before, did a very impressive impression of a leaky pressure cooker and muttered those two immortal words "Ow" and "Gaddamnit" several times. He did not, however, overreact. Everything unloaded and stored, the three of them wandered off to find dragons lane and Sir Rayon's old hangout, the Dragon's Inn. "Littlefair!" Rayon said, greeting the owner of the establishment. "How good to see you! How's your wife? Did she give birth to that baby yet?" For his part, Rowan Littlefair would be hard pressed to remember *who* this person was. His knowledge of Rowan's personal life would place him as a regular about fifteen years ago, but for the life of him, Rowan could not remember him. "Have we met?" He asked, politely. "Rayon! I was Paladin-candidate Rayon back then, don't you remember?" Rowan admitted not remembering. ADMIN: this is where the [Welcome] Martin post happens "Rayeee." Lycra said in that particularly annoying way of hers, "what's a housestorming?" Lycra was looking at the bulletin board. Rayon came over to see, then spake: "We don't want to do that, puddin'. no kingdom in it. Look at this, though." MDK ISO SSH purpose: D-S. Will pay half kingdom. RSVP King Gorrin of the Mysty Mts. "What language is that?" Lycra asked. "It's common. That's advertisement shorthand for `Married Dwarven King In Search Of Sword Swinging Hero for purposes of dragonslaying. Says he'll give half his kingdom to whomever does it." (Rayon did not add that it could mean "Male divorced Kender in search of sexy single human for purposes of Dominance and Submission.") "Oooo!" Lycra said. "Do it, honey." "Sure thing, cuteikins. Do you guys want to come along?" Crussen immediately replied, "Do I hafta? I mean, yeah. Uh, what was the question?" "It's settled then." Lycra said in that premptive way common to princesses, "Rayon, we'll stay here for the night."