From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Nov 30 21:22:59 1993 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!swrinde!cs.utexas.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!usenet.mcs.kent.edu!news.ysu.edu!psuvm!asg102 Organization: Penn State University Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1993 16:24:03 EST From: The Dreamer Message-ID: <93333.162403ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Kidnap] Trawm: The Proposition Lines: 82 ADMIN: This is the first post of the [Kidnap] thread and hopefully the beginning of my re-entrance into the writing stream. This is a low power thread of definately non-epic scale. In other words, if the "heroes" fail in their task, Generica will NOT blow-up. Feedback is encouraged. -Dream Entering the Spitting Cobra is like jumping into a pool of hungry T-Crocs with bloody steaks tied to your ankles. The moment you enter, every pair of eyes looks for weakness. The Cobra is the kind of "fine" drinking establishment where a young person can go to get drunk, beaten, and robbed in the space of ten minutes...unless you have the right attitude and this woman did. She walked through the Cobra's door and paused to look around the room. Every glance that met hers was instantly averted by their owners when she made the subtle sign of Those-Who-Walk-In-Twilight, Generica's most powerful organized crime collective. Without a hint of fear, she crossed the smoke-fulled room to the bar. "Trawm, I need to talk to you," she said to the inn's owner. Trawm turned to face her. He wasn't a good looking man...well actually, he was just about the most repulsive creature that ever stood on two legs. His face looked like it was composed completely of scars and strips of excess flesh. His back was lumpy and hunched. His arms were covered with patches of green and brown with hair growing out of odd places. When Trawm's green eye shined when it saw her. When the purple eye figured out what was going on, it shined too. "I ain't seen you inna long time Shannon," he said in a voice that sounded like squishing mud. "I missed you too sweetie," she said just before leaning over the bar top and planting a huge sloppy kiss on his twisted lips. Half of the patrons of the bar fought hard not to lose their lunch while the other half couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman could possibly be attracted to Half-Trolls. Since no one ever questioned TWWIT, they had no way of knowing. Trawm picked up Shannon with his meaty hands and lifted her over the counter. There, they embraced and began whispering (and growling) loving words. A moment later, Trawm took off his apron and threw it to his Orcish assistant. "Sugob, take over. I'm gonna go inta da back room ta...um...talk ta Shannon..." Trawm chuckled. He lifted Shannon over his shoulder and took her into the back room. -------------- (after many hours of Nexus-shattering passion) "Trawm, I have a question for you," Shannon said as she played with the hair growing out of Trawm's fingernails. "What izzit sweets?" he purred. The skin on his back was slowly knitting itself into one piece. "You know that the Guild is really important to me, right?" She picked up Trawm's missing ear and tried to re-attach it. "Sure. 'Sides us, dat's all ya ever talk 'bout." "Well, they gave me a job that requires a little muscle and I was hoping that you could help me out," she said while unlocking the shackles on his legs. "You know dat I never deal with da guild. Dey stay outa my way an' I stay outa dere's," he huffed. "Ow, pleeeease." She ran her hand down his scaly chest and firmly grasped his regenerating nether regions. "Urgh! You gots a way with charmin' me sweets. What do I gotta do?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ADMIN: Copyright 1993 by The Dreamer. If you have any comments, either encouraging or constructive are welcome. No flames, I'm sensitive. Love and Peace and LovePlay, -The Dreamer-