From alt.pub.dragons-inn Thu Apr 6 07:14:52 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8257 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!uunet!news.u.washington.edu!homer07.u.washington.edu!sirjohn From: sirjohn@u.washington.edu Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Newcomers [Chaos and Co.] Date: Wed, 5 Apr 1995 12:58:48 -0700 Organization: University of Washington Lines: 30 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: nntp3.u.washington.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII The heavy wooden door of the inn swings open letting in a swirl of leaves and two wanderers. The first is a man with a compact muscular build and large calloused hands. Over his back is slung a battered leather quiver, bristling with feathered shafts, and a beatiful long bow. The bow is made of a dark wood sanded as smooth as glass, but the ripples of movement in the wood betrays it for something else. His clothes are of average cut and covered with dust from the road. A puckered scar runs down his cheek give him a menacing look to his otherwise ordinary face. Following on his footsteps is a woman in the flambouyant and colorful garb of a chaos dancer. Slender and mucular with waist length flaming red hair she leans on a metallic rune carved staff and sweeps her gaze, challengingly across the folk gathered within the room. Settling down around a table near the center of the room they start chatting quietly in voices flavored with accents from the Northern Kingdoms. As people enter the inn the woman keeps glancing up as if they are expecting someone. "Conserve ammo, shoot straight, watch your back, and never ever cut a deal with a dragon." Said by an unmarried princess to her maid: Princess: You know, I really hate the springtime. Maid: Why, my lady? Princess: Because the knights keep getting shorter and shorter. -By Me (and no I'm not getting enough sleep) Sir John