From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Aug 17 09:08:49 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7529 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!library.ucla.edu!csulb.edu!nic-nac.CSU.net!gopher.sdsc.edu!news.cerf.net!mvb.saic.com!netnews.wku.edu!wkunix.wku.edu!hawk Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Pointer -> descriptively interactive? Message-ID: <1994Aug16.193942.11292@netnews.wku.edu> From: hawk@wkunix.wku.edu (Mike Fannin) Date: 16 Aug 94 19:39:41 CDT References: <32qaqp$koh@hpscit.sc.hp.com> Nntp-Posting-Host: wkunix.wku.edu X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2] Lines: 48 On 16 Aug 1994 12:18:33 GMT,Jim Aites (aites@lvld.hp.com) wrote: => Foxmore rapidly realizes that not one, but BOTH of his drinking companions => qualify as thieves, brigands, mercs, gun-runners, assasians...or worse => depending on one's point of view. Of course, during the last few years, => he'd been in a couple of scraps himself, but nothing on the order of => knocking over a govenment and installing a puppet. => He'd never thought of himself as the violent or greedy type before. Heck, => everything on the ship had been covered by the Alliance 'tab'. Er, that's => until Foxore and the other researchers had high-jacked the ship. ;) But => that DIDN'T make him a pirate! Rescuing his daughter (Dawn) from Dragon's => World had included a couple of battles involving sword work mixed with Psi => protects and projections. But that DIDN'T make him a fighter/wizard! => Certainly all those months of working with Esquire Balrog on the Holo-Quest => hadn't been for nothing...just a hell of a lot of weapons practice. => Slowly, Foxie came to realize that although he wasn't a complete 'duffer', => he was was not of a mind to try kicking over a government. His thoughts => BALKed at the very idea. => "I'm sorry gentlemen, but I'm afraid that such a venture would be beyond my => meager talents." => Knowing that this in itself could prove dangerous, for the two cut-throats => had already revealed a fair part of their plans, he slides his butt to the => edge of the chair in preparation for some defensive activity, and wonders => briefly if any of the *other* patrons of the Inn would have an opinion...on => seeing his blood spilt this day. => He notes the separate entry of two elvish types, but doubts that he'd see => help from that quarter unless he were actually of their kind. Moria had finished her survey of the room, and her drink, by now, and was turning back to Littlefair to order another when something caught her eye. One man at a table of three was perched on the edge of his seat in a manner that suggested escape or combat. She motioned to Littlefair to refill her glass and started to make her way toward that table, looking around cautiously to see if any of the older patrons might have noticed. -- -=-=-=-=- email: hawk@wkunix.wku.edu |or| hawk@cristofori.msc.wku.edu _ _ _ _ , |Dr: NURSE GOODBODY! WHERE IS ' ) ) ) _/_ ' ) / / | MY STETHOSCOPE?????? / / / __. _ / _ __ /--/ __. , , , /_ |Ngb: Search me, Dr! / ' (_(_/|_/_)_<__