From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Apr 25 08:26:51 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8368 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: Mon, 24 Apr 1995 17:23:42 Organization: HookUp Communication Corporation, Oakville, Ontario, CANADA Lines: 49 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: Re: [Chaos and Co.] Freya >Date: Mon, 24 Apr 1995 12:00:17 -0700 >Startled the companions jump up, chairs crashing to the floor, placing >hands on various weapons and turn to stare at the stranger. Seeing no signs >of active hostility in the stranger, Samuel waves him towards an empty >seat. "We are willing to talk if the conversation is of interest and the >company friendly, but let it be known that we have an appointment to keep >anon." Picking up and sitting back down in his chair he gazes steadily at >the stranger while Sara and Freya look around searchingly to see if anybody >else shows interest in the commotion. > "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 > As Sara's eyes pass by the bar, she notices an elf sitting on a stool. He glances her way, and their eyes make momentary contact, and then his eyes drift back down to his drink. He is wearing the brown robes of the druids. As Sara and Freya sit back down, Sedric begins to speak again, "I am sorry for startling you. I have been sent by a person who is very interested in your actions, and wishes to asist. His name...please let me finish." he says as Freya starts to interupt him, "As I was saying, I can not tell you this person's name, but know this..." the man slowly pulls his cloak off of his left hand, revealing a signet. The ring is gold, with the blackest of gems on the top. The gem is highly polished, and has a single characteristic. A gold dagger sits in the middle. "Will you accept my help," he asks as he slips the cloak back over his hand. **If you wish, one or more of your party might recognise the ring as that of the secret underground movement called The Brotherhood of the Blade.** Rain the Blue