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From: etter@uclink.berkeley.edu (Robert Glenn Etter Jr)
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Subject: Introducing....MYR ur VINNGLY (son of JED)
Date: 6 Aug 1994 08:01:55 GMT
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"What the hell is going on in THERE?" thinks Myr ur Vinngly to himself as 
he stares stolidly at the door, the (possibly urine) stained wooden door, 
the door that, no matter how hard he glares at it, gives no answer.  "Curse the
 giant eagles that dropped my father, my dear, dead father, the one who was 
known simply as "Jed", upon the Rocks of Serenity last autumn, and who 
mockingly called to me as they flew away, while my mind exploded in grief 
and anger, telling me that the one who paid them to do the job could be 
found here, in the Dragon's Inn."   
       Myr's thoughts are drawn to the noise within, sounds of splashing, 
evil laughter and the poor, terrified shrieks of what could only be a 
hapless victim.  Myr, as he kicks in the door, can only marvel at the depths
to which the soul can plunge for there, in the center of the pub, sits 
the largest vat of excrement that Myr has ever seen. All the stools and
seats are empty for everyone, or NEARLY everyone, is in the vat, happily
splashing about and adding to the contents as often as their digestive 
systems would allow, all, that is, except for a poor barmaid, who is 
being chased around and around the bar by two filth-coated humans, as they 
screamed, "Come into the vat, love, come into the vat and splash about    
with us, and become a true member of the Dragon's Inn."
       Two well-placed crossbow bolts later and Myr has the barmaid free.
"Tell me," cries Myr as they run together out of the pub, "have you seen 
any of those cretins talking to some large birds lately?"  "Why, yes, in 
fact I have." replies Judith, for Judith is her name...and so begins our 
story.