From alt.pub.dragons-inn Fri Jan 28 13:40:26 1994 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!decwrl!nic.hookup.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!library.ucla.edu!news.ucdavis.edu!dale.ucdavis.edu!ez040377 From: ez040377@dale.ucdavis.edu (Ffej) Subject: [Mingon] gets to where he is going Message-ID: Sender: usenet@ucdavis.edu (News Guru) Organization: University of California, Davis X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2] Date: Thu, 27 Jan 1994 21:02:55 GMT Lines: 78 The Adventures of Mingon Part II [Been along time for all of those Mingon fans to wait, but I finally have the time to write now. A little synopsis about last time: Mingo was in the Inn deciding what to do about his kidnapped brother, an ex-adventurer, and raised a rucus when he found a great way to get ransom money quick. He found a ad for bounty hunters and hurried to get a contract. And now he get there after two months of wandering around the streets. :) -Jeff @ UCD] It didn't take Mingon all that long to arrive at the city's government buildings and find the office that gives out the bounties. As he entered the vast grey stone building he noticed the many stoic and ridgid guards standing dutily at their posts. It took an effort to finally get to the top of the front stairs, but it was worth it as he appreciated the view of his city from the ground. Turning, he entered the building. It was not the vast arching hall lined with gigantic red marble pillars, nor was it the intrically carved walls that depicted the founding of the city, but it was the entire building that dwarfed Mingon into almost nothingness. Transfixed by the sight of the awesome building Mingon stood still as one struck dumb. "May I help you young man?" a voice finally came to his ears. Mingon turned his head and saw an elderly man, most likely a buracrat clad in the city colors. "Ah, yes. Yes you can father. I am looking for one called Trillac. He is in charge of bounties." Mingon said slowly while trying to size up this man. "Well then, you have found him. Or should I say I have found you?!" The old man said with a smile. In an inquisitive and far away voice he continued, "It seems to me that this is your first time in this hall. Is it not? I stood the same way you did when I first came here as a boy. Something magical about the place.... Well! It seems we have business to attend to. Come, I am just finished with lunch and will see you right away. Follow me to my office." Mingon could not believe his good fortune. He had heard of people standing in lines for days before being allowed to see even the most lowly of clerks. "The old man was right, he thought while tagging after him, this place does have some magic to it, I wonder what it is." Mingon followed Trillac through the maze of corridors and passages on the city hall for what seemed likes hours before they came to a small office in what must be the ost distant part of the building from where he entered. After a few minutes of shuffling papers around and mumbling to himself, Trillac finally adressed Mingon as to what he wanted. "Well now, what does a young man such as you want in the way of bounties?" "I don't know, really. I guess any will do. I can handle it." Trillac chuckled. "Humpf. Ok, I have one that just came through. Here it is." He said as he handed Mingon a bundle of papers. "As you can see it is not all that difficult a contract, but nonetheless it pays. The only requirement is that you bring back sufficient proof that you have properly finished the contract." Mingon purused the papers briefly, making a show that he could actually read what he was looking at. "This is fine. Thank you for your time sir. Good day." Mingon rolled up the paper, stuffed it into his tunic and left the room, not bothering the listen to the last few words of the old man. "You be careful boy, I have seen men better than you walk out that door and never come back." It was getting on towards night when Mingon finally got back to his room. He lay down on his bed and tried in vain to get information from the contract he got earlier today. "Tomorrow I think I'll go visit ole Smed. He knows how to read, I think, and he miight just want to come along as well; his sword definately could be of use." It was late when sleep finally took Mingon, and as he fell asleep all he could think about was getting out and saving his brother. END PART II