From alt.pub.dragons-inn Mon Sep 5 10:41:34 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7630 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!news.hal.COM!olivea!charnel.ecst.csuchico.edu!nic-nac.CSU.net!usc!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!news.uoregon.edu!netnews.nwnet.net!ns1.nodak.edu!plains!jsloan From: jsloan@plains.NoDak.edu (Jason J Sloan) Subject: The emergeance of Red Dragon Sender: usenet@ns1.nodak.edu (Usenet login) Message-ID: Date: Sat, 3 Sep 1994 05:33:13 GMT Nntp-Posting-Host: plains.nodak.edu Organization: North Dakota Higher Education Computing Network X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2] Lines: 69 Red Dragon Occupation: Freelancer He is rather lean but sports the stature of a giant. His hair is as black as the darkest of hearts and as long as the middle of his back. His normal garb is in the color of midnight except of the sash along his torso. He wears a full cloak and pants with knee-high boots but does not don anything on his chest. His most notible feature is the crimson red tattoo of a dragon on his upper left shoulder blade. Across his back is a weapon, the likes that seldom has been seen and strapped to his right boot is a very long dirk. Other than the satchel slung over his left shoulder, he carries no other equipment. Many of the skills he has been taught in his travellers, has allowed him to complete many a task set forth upon him. He generally keeps to himself but knows when to stick his nose in where it does not belong. Usually getting him into more trouble then he thought he should of gotten into. And the emergeance continues. As he bows his head to clear the entrance into the inn, he scans for some familiar face but sees none. So he takes a seat in one the of the back stalls and motions for the serving wench to fetch him something to eat and a jug of ale. After filling the void left by the long journey to the inn, he starts to ponder where off to now? He spys a group of hearty adventurers talking of expeditions that they have been on and walks over and ask if he may sit and listen. After another round of drinks and many tales, one of the group ask, "So traveller, what brings you to this place?" "Well, if you would like to hear, I will tell you." The rest of the group nod to him and he starts on a long tale. "Some of my background is clouded in mystery, even to myself. But up until a couple of years ago, I was the hired hand of a landlord, many days journey from here. They had then told me that I was found wandering in a daze not far from his land. They took me and nursed me back to health. They said, when I was found, that I was on my death bed and covered in blood from head to toe and no identification papers on me except for the tattoo." He shows the group his tattoo, them saying they had never seen anything like that before. He takes a swig and continues, "So I let it go for then until I was sleeping one night and had a dream. I dreamt that I was in another land, sort of foreign and mysterious, in charge of a group of men attacking a tower high upon a mountain peak. As I lead the charge, I am hit and fall off the peak to the cliff's bottom below. I then woke up." He pauses and the group prods him for more of the story. "My sole existance has been for the truth behind the dream and that of my family, whoever that may be. I have been to many places and have done many things, soon good and some bad, but always on the look out for the true path to my past." The group tries to help but none have seen or heard of someone like Red. Sad that he could not get anything more, he bids the group ado and returns to his meal and ale. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Not too sure if that is good enough...not an english major. If anyone has any ideas or is looking for someone like Red Dragon, please let me know.