From alt.pub.dragons-inn Fri Sep 30 19:08:13 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7732 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!csulb.edu!nic-nac.CSU.net!usc!cs.utexas.edu!swrinde!emory!nntp.msstate.edu!olivea!decwrl!pa.dec.com!src.dec.com!crl.dec.com!jac.zko.dec.com!leggy.zk3.dec.com!orb!not-for-mail From: c9412707@alinga.newcastle.edu.au (Stride) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [CIA] assignments Date: 22 Sep 1994 03:56:45 -0000 Organization: Duchy of Wabesylvan Obspauk Lines: 95 Sender: news@Orb.Nashua.NH.US Message-ID: <199409220351.NAA03076@alinga.newcastle.edu.au> X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL24alpha3] Content-Type: text >Jones smiles benignly and says "Of course...your >Majesty. We'll need the agreed upon expense money, >as discussed...and, we'll need this paper signed...just a >formality, you understand making >each of us a Captain in one of the various organizations...the >city watch, the army, the guard. That way we can seek >out and destroy any disloyal elements, or opposition. >We must make sure that order is maintained, and your >rule unopposed by the...unenlightened. Also, >Jones adds cheerfully, we'll want this postdated >order, under your signature as King, granting all of >us full amnesty...I'm sure you understand, since we're >here...unofficially. >Arnholt leaves and the SP and uniforms are distributed >to the party... Grays looks at the 'undercover' equipment with a grin on his face "So this is how we're going to infiltrate the city hmm? I must admire your'e contacts Jones, How on earth did you find that guy?"he thinks about it "on second thoughts I suppose that it doesn't matter..." he continues "what have we got in there anyway? guards, army, church?,merchants guild?mage guild? ...administrators?..." I can just see Jones in the service where he gets the most money and does the most damage...the civil service would just about suit him (heh heh heh :)the only problem would be outdoing the other evil people there...no easy task.he thinks gleefully to himself. : well after seeing the dragon in action I think everybody may be itching for : a scrap. This is not a very good fantasy setting whithout some carnage. Ifwe :get flamed I'll take the heat. I'm bored so lets go ... As the companions mill around the cart choosing their own personal undercover equipment, Grays is startled to hear a slight noise come from the high rocks above them. He concentrates his hearing to find out what lurks above. ...Gravelly voises whisper a dark toungue "...,ghyt olm sgrath terabrenct nlst grrr..." To Grays some of the language seems familiar,but he struggles to place it... Of course,he realises, they're speaking goblin. As he strains his ears further he realizes that there is not just one or two...or 20. BD also raises his head as he hears voices from the cliffs above. whithout anyone noticing it a terrible silece has descended. An instrument on Foxmore's arm starts to wink on and off. Jones notices it "What's that?"he asks... Foxy looks down and shrugs "proxim. alarm, It hasn't been working since I was shipboa..." "Uh guys..."Starts Grays. He is staring up at the cliff face with Bodger, BD and Rathan. With a shriek that nearly makes Grays strained eardrums burst the walls around them come alive and seem to move towards them as a living avalance. However this is no avalance, instead several hundred rock-skinned goblins scream as they leap from rock to rock down both sides of the canyon. Startled the companions try to pull thier weapons, but are beset on both sides Jones sqeezes of a burst from his SMG. The goblin goes down, rocked back by the multiple bullets which can't penetrate his stony hide. its body is soon obscured as its brethren swarm over him. BD is surprised when the mere sight of him fails to send the creatures running in fear. They simply do not notice as the beaten old nag they were planning for dinner instead turns the tables on its attackers. Foxy uses his 'tool' to good effect, the mining laser shears straight throught a goblins chest. Bodger uses his characteristic 'soft defence' and leaps bravely under the cart.He mumbles strange words under his breath.Grays can't be sure if it is the spell 'Gandalf's gargantuan gagglrac' or 'please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me , please do..' A goblin close to the bottom leaps off a rock at the seemingly unarmed Grays A loud report carried across the valley, almost drowned out by the screaming goblins. the goblin is stopped in its tracks, and falls back gurgleing as dark blood pours from its throat. Grays grins as he pulls the automatic shotgun from beneath his stained travelling cloak "always love having a trick up my sleeve" He mumbles. He notices that the goblins thick hide stopped the pellets to its chest where he was aiming, but the scatter took the neck as well. "Aim for their throats!"He shouts before blowing away a goblin above Jones. A goblin slashes with him with its short claws, but he dodges and fires, trying not to think of the mediocre ammunition supply in the shotgun. Yet still the goblin swarms come... : about th goblins: these are no normal goblins, I only called them that for :want of a better word. They are squat rock skinned beasts,which run the same on :two legs or on four. They have a tough natural armour, whith thin sections, :especially around joints.they have sharp four inch claws, as well as sharp :teeth. They attack by preferably leaping at an opponant,latching on with the :claws and tearing largish chunks out with thier teeth. : Stay sharp!!! th