From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Apr 25 08:26:53 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8363 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!ames!waikato!news.midland.co.nz!rvanl From: rvanl@midland.co.nz (Roel van Leeuwen) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: The Stumble Inn Date: Tue, 25 Apr 95 05:30:50 GMT Organization: Midland Internet Limited Networks, Hamilton, NZ Lines: 80 Message-ID: <3ni1ea$a8s_003@midland.co.nz> References: <3mu4hi$o8m@er7.rutgers.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: 202.20.65.214 X-Newsreader: News Xpress Version 1.0 Beta #3 In article <3mu4hi$o8m@er7.rutgers.edu>, jimmoore@eden.rutgers.edu (James Moore) wrote: ->The Stumble Inn seemed to go up virtually overnight. It was truly a glorious ->place to behold. Reaching up over three floors, it was enormous. Trestle had ->to find an area big enough for the place. It could easily dwarf any other inn ->presently in the city and was big enough to be called its own city block. ->The walls were painted the color of rubies with gold trimming. The slightly ->slanted roof could not easily be accessed by the unacomplished climber. Trestle ->publicly surveyed the building of his Tavern. He passed out many flyers and ->posters of the large Grand Opening that was soon to occur. He invited all ->those that were of importance to the town to his Tavern to be his guests for ->the big event. His staff was already quite large and very exotic, and very ->unusual. But he still was trying to hire people as employees. He apparently ->needed more than he had. ->But no matter how much he was seen doing things on the inside, no one ever saw ->what occurred on the inside. The doors were always locked, the windows were ->at-present blackened. and there was some sort of magic on the entire building ->to keep people out. One night the town constablery found a badly injured thief ->lying moaning outside the front of the door to the place. He had apparently ->been so anxious to see the inside that when he attempted to break in the door, ->he was flung by some powerful shock halfway across the road. The poor fool ->had broken his arm as a result. Everyone in the city could see that there was ->indeed something strange about the place. Not even the birds would roust on ->the roof of the Inn. Trestle obviously had something big that he wanted to ->keep secret from unwanted eyes. Word quickly passed among the underground that ->there was something of great importance there, something of value. And many ->people could hear odd music playing there late at night. ->Several thieves from the local guild made bets with each other as to what was ->so important in there that he needed magic to keep everyone away. His staff ->was the only ones working on the place. They had no trouble going in or out ->at will. Some of the thieves tried to jump one of the bartenders one night to ->try to gain access to the bar, but they were unprepaired for the fight that ->awaited them. Word had it that the bartender had been jumped by three or four ->big burly guys and were thrown about like dolls. The men suffered many broken ->bones each at the hands of the great Rakshasa Bartender. And when the guild ->approached Trestle about paying the protection fees, he just laughed at them, ->right in their faces. He wasn't about to be bullied by the local guilds. He ->"was a simple businessman, just trying to earn an honest living." He did not ->need the "protection" of any guild. He was however very complient towards the ->Merchants' Guild. He got all of the neccessary permits he needed and paid for ->them in gold rather than silver. He struck deals with many of the merchants, ->his business for their patronage. And if he was ever cheated he would be very ->angry and would go to great lengths to tell them so if he was ever didpleased. ->It was very obvious that Trestle knew what he was doing. Word had it that he ->had another Bar back in the Realms that was even bigger than the one he was ->now busy building. He paid many people very hansomely for information and to ->help advertise the bar. He paid people to talk about it at great length as if ->they knew what was instore within. Trestle was even secretly through ->underground sources gathering information on all of the "known" people in the ->city. He wasn't stupid. -> ->Then came the time for the Stumble Inn to finally open... Hi there