From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Dec 14 08:15:37 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7963 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.moneng.mei.com!uwm.edu!psuvax1!news.cc.swarthmore.edu!netnews.upenn.edu!wharton.upenn.edu!coffma63 From: coffma63@wharton.upenn.edu Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [DRAGON'S INN] Thread Continued... Date: 13 Dec 94 23:17:25 EST Organization: University of Pennsylvania Lines: 62 Message-ID: <1994Dec13.231725.1@wharton.upenn.edu> References: <1994Dec13.224614.1@wharton.upenn.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: wilma.wharton.upenn.edu LOCATION: Dragon's Inn DATE: 13.12.1994 2300 EST Scene: Dragon's Inn > "So you have actually seen my brother?" the half-elf nervously asked. "Where? > And when? And what happened?" He sat down on one of the chairs, his eyes res- > ting on the face of the dwarf in front of him. Snorting silently, Ciaran sighed > and turned towards him. "It doesn't make any difference now", he muttered. "I > met a man whose face bears many of your lines several months before when I was > crossing the Blood Sea aboard the 'Valiant'. He was one of the officers' ser- > vants, I recall him as a scribe - though I may be wrong about this. Anyway, he > brought us all some serious trouble." > > "Trouble?" The face of the stranger hardened. "What kind of trouble? Beware > your words, dwarf!" He slowly rose from his chair, but Ciaran never reacted. > "Remain seated", he politely requested, "I shall continue..." > > Which he did... > That done, Halgorn Ereyiel whistled softly, turning the stem of his wine glass gently with his tapered fingers. "So, you knew him under the name Sildrif?" the ranger asked. "Indeed," grunted Ciaran. "Not his real name," the dwarf grunted, providing both a question and an answer in his laconic reply. "No, it is not. For the moment, that is irrelevant. I must find him, whatever his name. If you will help me, you shall be paid handsomely in gold and gems, as well," Halborn told him, leaning closer, "the House of Ereyiel shall be in your debt. Not lightly do the high elven make such a promise." The half-elf showed pulled back the folds of his cloak, displaying an intricately carved platinum brooch, with ivory inlay, set in the center with an emerald. Ciaran of Flotsam was well aware of its value, as jewelry alone. However, as a badge of office, it meant even more. The man before him was indeed royal. Was his brother also? That added a new perspective on the events he had witnessed. This was an offer he'd have to consider carefully. Respectfully submitted, Halgorn Ereyiel Half-elven Ranger (D'Maris Coffman: ) Notes: Heinrich: Please fill in your story and take it from here. Another player wants to get involved, and I wanted to fwd the story enough to give him an entrance.