From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Mar 30 18:18:26 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7160 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!amd!amdahl!pacbell.com!ihnp4.ucsd.edu!usc!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!sunic!psinntp!psinntp!isc-newsserver!ritvax.isc.rit.edu!ABB6731 From: abb6731@ritvax.isc.rit.edu (Mr. Sinister) Subject: [JOI - Cabot] Onward Message-ID: <1994Mar25.161048.10791@ultb.isc.rit.edu> Sender: news@ultb.isc.rit.edu (USENET News System) Nntp-Posting-Host: vaxa-eth.isc.rit.edu Reply-To: abb6731@ritvax.isc.rit.edu Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology Date: Fri, 25 Mar 1994 16:10:48 GMT Lines: 91 [JOI - Cabot] The luck of the poor by: Alain Hadges - Cabot Compiled by: Mr. Sinister... __________ Log -- Day 3 Nothing! Just 16 silver pieces, some semi-precious gems and the clothes on my back left. Everything else I ever owned -- GONE! Log -- Day 4 I have obtained a job at the local ship yards. Glad to be good with my hands. At these wages I'll be lucky to be able to buy a sword, let alone armor in my life time. Log -- Day 5 He got the best of me, but could he have done this alone? The power involved, it had to be more than he. I had better keep low. Log -- Day 18 Good things come to those who do good. A man came into town today. I watched him buy arrows from one of the ships. He carried a bow around his waist. I have seen of what that type of bow is capable and I offered to work in exchange for him showing me how to make such a bow. It was one of those rare occurences where we must have made a good impression on each other. Later I went to the coastal village where he lived. He placed a candle upon a tree and we walked over 300 feet away. It took him three shots, but he put the candle out! And when we got back to the tree -- all three arrows were soundly embeded in it. Luarne is his name and he is, of all things, a hunter. His wife was suffering from a malady which was sure worsen over time. He offered me his bow if I could help her. I was able to cure her, but I would not accept any payment, only his silence on the matter. I still wished to learn how to make such a bow. He not only showed me how to make such a bow, composite he calls it because of the different materials used, but gave me the materials for the endeavor. I would not accept these outright but offered to work for them. On the way back I was attacked by brigands. What these pirates were doing away from a ship I know not. Had it not been such a calm night I would never have heard them sneaking up on me. Although the swords are of poor workmanship, the metal may be of use. Also, a nice dagger and 10 months wages for my troubles. Log -- Day 21 A man found guilty of murder was hanged. Why would they hang an unconcious man? As there were no heirs of either the victim or the condemned man, the sheriff auctioned his possessions. There was a very strong sense of magic coming from the pile. Surprise, surprise -- the sheriff must have noticed it too because he removed the sword and the ring it was comming from. There is more to him than appears. Log -- Day 43 During the day the shipyards bustle with motion and noise. I can now discern the stage of ships under construction by the smell of pitch or newly cut wood in the air. Tonight, Luarne and I have completed my bow, it's beautifull! I understand now what makes the ships made here so sturdy. No wonder the Guildmaster guards the secret of his different glues so well. Such glues that can hold wood to leather and bone to wood, and that water will not weaken, without magic, are trully miracles. Log -- Day 73 I don't know how long I can maintain the double vigil. Luarne has been kind enough to let me live in the shed. At this rate I will never be able to afford any magical components. I will have to leave soon. Why have I waited so long? Log -- Day 82 A ship needing repair has docked in the harbor. They seem to have gotten into a battle with something. They also seem to be in a hurry. I will see if they are taking on passengers.