From alt.pub.dragons-inn Fri Apr 7 23:09:21 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8272 alt.dragons-inn:5018 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!newsjunkie.ans.net!hermes.louisville.edu!starbase!iasaye01 From: iasaye01@starbase.spd.louisville.edu (Iqbal A. Sayeed) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn,alt.dragons-inn Subject: [inn]-New Character-Glenanthar Farlander Date: 7 Apr 1995 05:28:40 GMT Organization: University of Louisville, Louisville KY USA Lines: 236 Message-ID: <3m2ii8$ea7@hermes.louisville.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: starbase.spd.louisville.edu X-Newsreader: NN version 6.5.0 #2 (NOV) The young mage was busy at her studies, when her master called. "Elan, I have finally done it child, come look!" She got up from her desk, and walked across the hall into her master's laboratory. Upon entering, she found what looked like a vortex of blue swirling mists, and her master standing in front of the opening, examining it. "What have you done, master?" asked the student. "I have found a way to open rifts to other worlds!" The young mages eyes came alight with excitement "Can we explore new worlds, for the knoweledge that I seek, master?" Before Elan's master could respond, a loud thunderous detonation came down the hallway, and as both turned, they saw a figure enter the laboratory. It was outlined in greenish flame, its eyes were bright blue, it was covered with red scales, and a look of incredible venom was etched upon its chiseled face. In a sibilant whipser it spoke, "Greetings Maelthrin............, your brother sends his regards" Maelthrin looked upon the figure and the blood drained from his face, "A soulslayer!, Elan stay put!" "So you have taken a student, she dies also...." spoke the slayer as it advanced upon Maelthrin. Before the slayer could attack Maelthrin, he enacted a word of power that opened a dimensional door as the slayer was advancing toward him. Then suddenly the door appeared behind Maelthrin. The slayer exited the door, and quickly spun to face him, but the crafty old man was prepared. Maelthrin quickly gestured at the soulslayer, and blew a puff of air in its direction. Suddenly the slayer was hit by a gust of gale force winds that blew it into the vortex! As Elan watched the vortex shrunk into nothingness, her master was unharmed....... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Waves of blue light were pounding the senses, the slayer could not make heads or tails of its new situation. Thinking to itself, how stupid to attack without the proper preparations! Suddenly, it all stopped, the slayer was in complete darkness. Then it felt itself hit something firm and the wind was blown out of its lungs. Lungs?, it thought to itself, I never had lungs! It opened its eyes and it was lying flat on its back, and looking at a colored sky. It picked itself from the ground and looked itself over. What happened to me?!, the slayer thought to itself Its arms and legs were tanned, and covered with fine black hairs. It no longer had scales but smooth skin. Damn, what was that I came through? Then the slayer took stock of its surroundings, it saw a building a short distance away. Thinking to itself "I need to find out what happened to me!", it set out for the building. As the slayer was walking towards the building, it was drawing curious and shocked glances from the beings it was passing. "What is going on?", then it realized, these beings were covered with some type of fabric, while he was not! Undaunted the slayer entered the building....... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Patrons of the inn, turned as this figure appeared in the doorway, it entered and a shout was heard from the bar, "Where are yer clothes, yer durn idiot" The slayer came upon the author of that comment,an old man, and said "I have no.......clothes", by the look the slayer gave the old man it was extremely confused. "Well then, come along laddie, let's get ye some clothes, befer ye make a real scene" said the old man, as he led the slayer out and to his home. They were greeted by an old woman at the doorstep. "Shana, we 'ave a guest, and please git 'im some clothes" old man asked of his wife. "Well, well, what do we 'ave 'ere?" asked the old woman as she looked the slayer up and down. "Woman, git yer mind back from the sewers, and git this lad some clothes, please!" The woman turned and went in the back, she returned soon with some clothes."Try these t'were my husband's b'fer he quit 'venturing, and settled down" The slayer looked at the clothes, and said one thing "How do I put them on?" The old man and woman looked at each other, and both burst in to gales of laughter. "Where do ye come from?, and why is it that ye don't know about clothes?" asked the woman when she got control of herself. The slayer thought quickly, damn I need to know where I am, I guess this is one time where I need to tell the truth! "Well to make a long story short" the slayer repiled, "I was thrown into a gate, I think, and wound up here. I come from a place called Terra." "Terra, me thinks tis a far off place, yes?" asked the old man, "Ye are on Ifreann, in the town of Montfort!" the old man stated. Ifreann, thought the slayer, Don't know where that is. One thing, definitely need to get back to my dimension, but how? "Let me be helpin' with yer clothes, lad" the woman said. As she helped the slayer get into the clothes, at the same time showing how each piece was to be worn. Afterwards, "My you cut a fine figure, laddie" Laddie? thought the slayer "What is laddie" the slayer asked the old woman. Before the woman could respond, her husband stated, "Yer a man,....laddie is what ye be to us old folks." So I am a male, human, I think. He gingerly touched his ears, yep I'm a human male. Well I got some clothes. I can do some exploring thought the slayer. "Have ye a name, laddie" asked the Shana. The slayer thought about it, Damn, can't lie here either, what is going on with me. I am telling these people about myself, Well you idiot!, you don't know where you are and if you are going to get back home. So better tell the truth or you might not get back. "I have none" replied the slayer. "What no name?, Well laddie what about Glenanthar.............Farlander" replied the old man. "Oh, tis a good name, husband of mine" interjected Shana. "So be it, I am now know as Glenanthar.......Farlander" Damndest name I ever hear, but I guess it will do for now. I wonder if my abilities have changed or diminished, guess I will find out sooner or later. As Glenanthar turned to leave, the old man exclaimed "Wait, ye need a sword!" "Why" aske Glenanthar "To defend yerself, ya durn fool!" replied the old man, heatedly. The old man went to the back room and produced a tarnished sword "Here laddie, take it, you might need it" Glenanthar reached out with his hand to take the sword "AHHHHHH" line of fire shot up his arm, and some bright red ichor flowed from his hand. "The other end, grab the hilt, not the blade!, ya durn fool!" Great, my invulnerbility is gone, I'm bleeding. I wonder if my other powers are gone. My day is not going well! Shana, quickly went in to the back room when the sword cut Glenanthar hand. She came out with something in her hands. "Tis a polutice to heal yer cut" ,She said as the she applied to Glenanthar's hand. Glenanthar looked at the old woman, with curiousity as she finished her healing work. His hand was beginning to heal. He would have to be careful in the world of Ifreann. The old man went in back and got a scabbard of the tarnished sword. "put yer blade here laddie", the old man showed Glenanathar how to carry the sword at his belt. "Old man, were do I go from here, I don't know the countryside, or the peoples" "Well, laddie, ye need to go the Inn" "Show me, but first, what is this growlling sound coming from my midsection?" The old man and woman looked at each other quizzically, "Ye mean, yer stomach is growlling" asked the woman. "I guess?" "Well that means yer hungry fer food." "Food...., what is that?" "Ach, come laddie let me and my husband feed ye, befer yer off to discover this land" The old man and woman made a simple dinner of herbs, roots, vegetables for Glenanthar. It was the most delicious thing he ever tasted. Wait a minute this is the first time I had a stomach, and could taste things!. After dinner, the old man gave Glenanthar directions to the Inn. Glenanthar turned to leave, "Laddie, ye need to learn a few manners, say 'thank you'" stated the old man. "Why" "Because we 'elped ye, ya durn fool!" shouted the old man "Oh.....thank you" "Better, now be off with ye, and don't get killed" Killed?!?!?!?!?!........I might get killed, great, just great! With that Glenanthar set off for the Inn........ ------------------------------------------------------------- Glenanthar came upon the Inn, again. As he entered in his gray tunic, brown hose, well travelled boots, with a simple tarnished sword at his side. The curious onlookers turned to see what new figure entered the Inn, and just as quickly they turned away. Glenanthar went over to a long table with chairs that came up to his mid section. "Welcome to the bar, what can I get you" asked a man behind the table. "Well, I have travelled far, and my legs are hurting........Oh yes, my legs are tired. Can I sit somewhere?" replied Glenanthar. "You're not from here, are you stranger" "You got that right, My name is Glenanthar.......Farlander" He said as he tried to remember his last name. "Well why don't you grab the chair right in front of you and sit down!" "Very well" Glenanthar sat at the bar, and watched as the patrons streamed into the Inn.......