From alt.pub.dragons-inn Fri Apr 21 21:29:43 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8354 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!swrinde!hookup!noc.tor.hookup.net!jwyndham.tor.hookup.net!jwyndham From: jwyndham@hookup.net (Rain the Blue) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Chaos and Co.] Freya Date: Fri, 21 Apr 1995 19:18:27 Organization: HookUp Communication Corporation, Oakville, Ontario, CANADA Lines: 52 Message-ID: References: NNTP-Posting-Host: jwyndham.tor.hookup.net X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev A] In article 'Sir John' J T Calkins writes: >From: 'Sir John' J T Calkins >Subject: [Chaos and Co.] Freya >Date: Wed, 19 Apr 1995 12:13:38 -0700 > A young woman is walking along the streets of Generica. She is tall and >muscular with pale brown hair cut just above her shoulders. She is >dressed in tanned hides with a broad sword slung over her back, and a >satchel slung over one shoulder. She stops at several of the >apothecaries in town purchasing a substantial amount of herbs and >potions. As the sun starts setting, turning the horizon crimson and gold, >she turns back in the direction of the Dragon Inn. SLASHED FOR SPACE > "Good. Hopefully we won't need it before them. Grimlock should be back >with an answer shortly. Want something to drink?" > Freya noddes and Samuel pours her a tankard of the rich ale. Settling >back, the three of them chat about the goings on in the city and the >prospects of the new job. > "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) > Copyright, 1995, Johnathon Calkins. All Rights Reserved. > Sir John > A shadow edges it's way from against the wall, only allowing itself to be half seen in the light. From its position, no one seated at the table can see it. "Mysterious things you speak of." says the shadow in a quite male voice. The party turns quickly to the shadow that they thought had been part of the wall. They can only see a cloaked figure, half in the light. "Your conersation curiouses(sp?) my greatly. Mind if I have a seat?" He asks as he comes into the light. Even though he is now fully in the light, his cloak prevents you from seeing his face. He stands about 5'8" tall and wears a forest green cloak. He has grey pants and a leather vest. On his belt are two daggers. That is all you can make out, for the cloak hides the rest. "The next round is on me. May we talk?" Rain the Blue Sedric Spinwood