From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Dec 7 21:48:37 1993 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!olivea!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!uunet!zib-berlin.de!netmbx.de!Germany.EU.net!EU.net!chsun!cgchb!news From: bricmk@ciba-geigy.ch (Blue Ice) Subject: [inn] Blue Ice Message-ID: <1993Dec7.150654.8569@ciba-geigy.ch> Sender: news@ciba-geigy.ch Nntp-Posting-Host: 192.37.153.124 Organization: Time Wasters INC X-Newsreader: WinVN version 0.80 Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1993 15:06:54 GMT Lines: 35 Slowly, he walked back from the stable, where he had just left Klinge. As he walked away, he noticed an athletically built woman with brown hair also stabling her mount. He felt the soft jingle of equine laughter in his head as Klinge picked up his train of thought. A wry smile crossed his lips and he silently said goodnight to Klinge. Back in the Inn, things were beginning to quieten down. The real wino's had drunken themselves into unconciousness, and the sober were beginning to leave. It's just as well, he thought to himself. I seem to have been the topic of many a conversation over the last few days. There had only actually been one incident though, where a foolish adventurer, having had too much to drink, had followed him outside, and started insulting him. As witnesses later reported it was very strange, he just stared at the insulter. No- one noticed any sort of magic or invoking, and his eyes didn't glow, but that stare alone, made the adventurer writhe in agony, and then fall to the ground. He was found later, wandering the streets and babbling to himself. All he could say was "Blue Ice.... Blue Ice.." Since then, he had been left largely alone in the inn. However, he still heard them talk about him occasionally and that was annoying. He went to the bar, ordered an ale and sat down to drink. One of the "heavy-drinkers" still able to stand, staggered precariously over to his table, murmered something about "Pot Noodles" and then vomited all over the table. Enough is enough he thought. I don't know how much more of this I can stand. He stood and went to check the postings board. Amidst the sundry notices, he saw one in particular which caught his eye. Something about a warrior called Mardan and a mission to rescue the son of the Aurelian duke. He glanced briefly around the bar, but there was no sign of the warrior with the red insignia. No point in wasting valuable sleeping time with this bunch of bums he thought and went to his room. -bricmk@ciba-geigy.ch