From alt.pub.dragons-inn Thu Sep 15 12:16:13 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7687 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!src.dec.com!crl.dec.com!jac.zko.dec.com!leggy.zk3.dec.com!orb!not-for-mail From: hutch@ibeam.jf.intel.com (Steve Hutchison) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [CIA] In the cart. Date: 15 Sep 1994 02:40:27 -0000 Organization: Duchy of Wabesylvan Obspauk Lines: 45 Sender: news@Orb.Nashua.NH.US Message-ID: References: <17C579477D9@law.newcastle.edu.au> In-Reply-To: <17C579477D9@law.newcastle.edu.au> from "Benjamin Tupman" at Sep 15, 94 00:52:10 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL11] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit The "Horse" following the Cart has trotted closer and is leaning in, appearing to nibble on one of the shrubberies. The more perceptive would notice that he is, in fact, talking to them. The more perceptive are giving the cart a wide berth, since they are not fooled at all by the dragon posing as a horse and a cart with yellow fringe carrying shrubberies which are really a mob of potentially marauding mercenaries. Adventurers, they mutter, and find reason to be elsewhere. Or they wave jaunty greetings and go about their business. The dragon converses with the Bodega Bush and the Silver Thyme (I refuse to look up the latin names) about the proper approach. He suggests some stereotypically draconian solution to the question of taking the kingdom, something involving Roast Peasant. > Bodger and Grays look at BD in suprise. Then Bodger says: > "Well, nothing I suppose. But I think Rathan and the others were > planning on subterfuge - 'subterfuge' and 'dragon' are mutually > exclusive terms. I'll think of something. Maybe we can stop off at a > Polymorpher's place or something, and get you transformed into a > human. Or maybe somebody's got an amulet or something you can use . . Miro, sitting on the front, snickers quietly. "My dear old wyrm," he says, his voice somehow carrying only to the dragon (and twinging the senses of any air-elementalist magicians who might be sitting between them), "Why are you about tormentin' o' these poor naifs? Tryin' tae put the fear o' dragons in 'em?" The dragon snorts but does not answer yet. "Ah, I see it," Miro continues. "You don't want them knowin' that the dragons figured out long past, about the benefits o' keepin' a lower profile. More profit in the long run, and less o' the petty annoyin' kaniggity pestilence." Still the dragon does not answer ... yet. "So," Miro concludes, "Ye're after havin' them buy you the shifter amulet you be wantin'. Well, if they canna find one, then have Rathan get you one when he comes up tae the Lighthouse." He smiles and looks down the street. Only a few more blocks before they turn off.