From alt.pub.dragons-inn Mon Sep 5 10:41:34 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7632 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!spool.mu.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!jussieu.fr!univ-lyon1.fr!swidir.switch.ch!newsfeed.ACO.net!Austria.EU.net!EU.net!uunet!psinntp!isc-newsserver!ritvax.isc.rit.edu!SWV3752 From: swv3752@ritvax.isc.rit.edu (Morning Reaper) Subject: [CIA] Rathan's History Message-ID: <1994Sep3.163724.4913@ultb.isc.rit.edu> Sender: news@ultb.isc.rit.edu (USENET News System) Nntp-Posting-Host: vaxf-eth.isc.rit.edu Reply-To: swv3752@ritvax.isc.rit.edu Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology Date: Sat, 3 Sep 1994 16:37:24 GMT Lines: 25 "Hey why are all of you loking at me for? I'm just a hired lackey." Everyone just waits. "Oh, all right. I'm a surfer. You want MORE!?! [Sigh] I am Heir to Castle Ravenloft. I am also Prince of the Barbars. I really don't expect to be wayed down with these responsibilities any time soon for both sides of my family are composed of near immortals. We tend to die from unnatural causes before old age sets in. My father is near to the close of his first milienium and my mother is several centuries old. Myself, I'm over century old. We don't keep real close track of ages because time is so subjective. Over the ages I have trained to become familiar with a variety of weapons, some of which include my body. I have also become quite good at finding information." Rathan smiles with that last statement. The Barbarian surfer sits back and signals one of the barmaids over, "I'll have an Amber Gold Light Ice Draft, please." Turning back to the table, "Next." -Morning Reaper _________________________________________________________________ |Under renovation| This Advertising Space for sale | |Should be done | Send checks to: | |By late Dec. or | SWV3752@ritvax.isc.rit.edu | |May of '95 | | -----------------------------------------------------------------