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Subject: Dark Warrior
Date: 15 Dec 1994 18:06:25 -0600
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I'm writing a ongoing story here, and could use some people for my 
character to react with, so jump in and say hi!

Trey G. Byerly


	It was a cold night, and the Dragon's Inn was crowded with people 
sharing the warmth of fire and each other.  The regulars talked amongst 
themselves, while the visitors quietly ate their meals, and discussed 
local news.  The main door to the inn flew open with a crash, making even 
the most experienced travelers jump.  The door shut as quickly as it 
opened, and night itself seemed to be standing inside.  Then the visitor 
took of the dripping wet cloak, and hung it before the fire to dry.  More 
than one patron warily eyed the stranger, for none such as he had been 
seen before, even in the Inn's long history.  His entire outfit was 
black, from the riding boots and studded leather pantaloons to the odd 
black chainmail vest he wore.  The vest had a chainmail hood, which was 
pulled over the face so that all any onlooker could see was shadows.  He 
wore silver bracers, and an odd-looking bastard sword swung from his left 
hip.  Twin short swords crossed his back, and a strange looking dagger 
was strapped over his heart.  His skin got more attention than all of his 
clothing.  Only his arms were uncovered, but they were a dull gray, and 
he bright silver bracers he wore only set his skin off further.  He 
managed to find a table in the corner, and set his back to it, watching 
the door and the other patrons.  He knew of the looks he was getting, but 
he had had worse reactions to his skin, so looks and mutterings didn't 
concern him much.  He growled his order to a serving maid who came to the 
table, and paid with gold coins stamped with markings none at the Inn had 
ever seen.  He quickly finished his meal, propped his legs up on the 
table, and seemed to fall asleep.  Every once in a while, the maid would 
go to check on him, and she swore to the others that she could see just 
a glint of his eyes from underneath the hood.