From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Feb 23 10:25:42 1994 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!uop!pacbell.com!well!uunet!dziuxsolim.rutgers.edu!gandalf.rutgers.edu!jcp From: jcp@gandalf.rutgers.edu (Jonathan Petersen) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Inn] Zebron returns Message-ID: Date: 15 Feb 94 20:52:02 GMT Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J. Lines: 49 'Twas an ordinary day at the Dragon's Inn which means that it was not ordinary at all. The crossroads of reality called Nexus attracted a wide variety of souls, as much by design or by accident. And whenever those beings wanted a drink, a place to stay, a conversation, or a shoulder to lean on, there was only one clear choice: the Dragon's Inn. Each of the strange characters who found themselves at the tavern had an equally strange way of entering the establishment. One would enter amidst a flashing lightning storm; the next, not ten minutes later, would enter during a blinding blizard; the next on a bright summer's day. This time was no exception. A small point in space appeared next to a table with three farmers, grimy with sweat and dirt, and a dwarf still wearing the soot of the forge. The point stretched into a thin black vertical line, then widened into a flat, black rectangle. Through this shape stepped an ebon figure clad in exotic leather armor. His black skin, sharp, angular features, pointed ears, and thin build spoke volumes. This was Drow, a dark elf, one of that subterranean race regarded as one of the most sadistic and evil cultures in existance. Close cropped white hair worn with a long braid hanging down to the small of the back framed a smiling face with sparkling emerald eyes. Dressed in leather armor made from a black and white striped beast, two longswords hung easily at his side as daggers rested in the tops of black boots. He threw his travelling cloak back over one shoulder as a large raven flew through the portal behind him to rest on his shoulder. A silver earring caught the light as the new doorway winked out of existance as eerily as it had winked in. Strangely, only newcomers to the inn reached for weapons. Regular patrons recognized the arrival as Zebron Twilight, one of the few renegade drow that could be trusted. He was champion of the goddess Eilistraee, and preached a doctrine of trust, acceptance, freedom, and honor that he lived daily. Wandering through different worlds, different realities, Zebron spread word of his goddess where ever he found himself. He often returned here, to the inn, in order to rest in between his travels. Ordering a glass of blood wine he extended an invitation to any and all to share his table. "It has been many rides since I last spoke to any but Dusk," he said, referring to the bird which had found a perch amongst some rafters, "and I certainly could use the conversation. Please, have a drink and let us tell tales to pass the time." He sipped his wine slowly, and looked around the room. -jak