From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Nov 2 16:56:33 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7848 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!sunsite.doc.ic.ac.uk!pipex!oleane!jussieu.fr!math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!utnut!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!FreeNet.Carleton.CA!av806 From: av806@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Robert Paul Charbonneau) Subject: [DCA] - The Letter - Message-ID: Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (Usenet News Admin) Reply-To: av806@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Robert Paul Charbonneau) Organization: The National Capital FreeNet Date: Fri, 28 Oct 1994 00:16:09 GMT Lines: 47 Drago was quietly sitting in his small room in Generica on an autumn evening, when a young boy knocked at his door. The young boy was no older than 12, and was quite filthy. Drago, however, did not care for the boy. He tossed him and apple, and pushed him out the door. Drago opened the letter, and a gold coin dropped out. The coin had the letters DCA written on the backside, and had a picture of a king engraved on the other. He put down the coin in confusion and began to read the letter. He could hear the sound of the inn keeper downstairs cleaning the kitchen. The letter was to a Najana Solousi. Solousi was his mother's maiden name. He quickly understood the importence of the well written letter. Quietly he walked out of his room, and met a women right on his very doorstop. She looked him up and down, and smiled. "Yes. I did not believe that my own brother could be such a great warrior. You taught him well Drago!" Her accent was thick. "Who... Lhana?" "The same." She lifted her old traveling companion in her arms and hugged him well. "You live in such a filthy place? Come stay with me at the Drawl." "I'd say the Drawl is worse," he said with a cocky smile. They stayed awake til all hours of the night talking about the old times. In the morning, she was gone when he awoke. He did not suspect such an eventful evening. He pull on his leather, worn pants, and headed towords his desk to fetch the letter. When he arrived there, he had found that the letter was there, but the coin was gone. He read the letter again to confirm the importence then dropped it in fear. He knew that coin now. His father kept an old collection of all the King's coins. That was the coin that was dedicated to his father's victory. It must have been worth a fortune. He could not believe the event that had just occured. His mother was to recieve a coin from Kelsun. Kelsun! Kelsun? Kelsun Var. Yes, that was it he thought. I have to see Kelsun. Kelsun will know where his father is. `But what about the coin,` he thought. "I will get the coin first, she could not have gone far this morning. Time to call a few old favours." Needed: Four more characters. -- --------------------------------------------------------------------