From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue Jul 18 08:37:22 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8548 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!csulb.edu!nic-nac.CSU.net!usc!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!swrinde!gatech!news.uoregon.edu!news.dacom.co.kr!news.netins.net!solaris.cc.vt.edu!news.alpha.net!usenet From: jbulley@trcaccess.com (Jeff Bulley) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [inn] Aven-Ryx looking for partner(s) Date: 17 Jul 1995 18:03:08 GMT Organization: Alpha.net -- Milwaukee, WI Lines: 45 Message-ID: <3ue8ks$2k1@homer.alpha.net> References: NNTP-Posting-Host: mdmr17a.trcaccess.com X-Newsreader: SPRY News 3.03 (SPRY, Inc.) > "Gina M. Jenkins" writes: > > After seeing the Inn mostly empty Aven-Ryx buys a mug of ale and sits > by a window near the front door. > "Hmmmm...perhaps I should start a guild here? Maybe more of my kind are > here in Generica. Or perhaps I should start a search for him..." > She sits back in her chair and raises her bare feet upon the table. > She sighs and waits for more customers to enter the Inn. > >>>> >>>> The door swung open, and those that looked missed the small overweight child that walked in. Upon giving a second look, one realized they were looking at a full grown man with a child-like face. His bare feet were covered with hair and he wore a vested grey pinstrip suit. His curly blonde hair was cut short and he carried a pipe in a pouch at his belt. "Barnabus Bristlemeyer Briggs, at your service." he said to no one in particular. When no one answered he stepped in, letting the door close behind him. He padded across the room looking for a place to sit, when he noticed someones bare feet resting on a table. "And I thought I'd be out of place here. Nice to see someone else who appreciates the freedom needed by one's toes." "Might I join you?" >>>>> "Actually I find the emptiness of this place quite advantageous." A voice spoke from a dark corner of the inn. The two turn to appraise the source of the slow deep voice. Walking out of the shadows was a man, about six foot in hieght, long grey beard offsetting a very bald pate. "Creating just a guild? Hmmm..." A large green puff of smoke bellowed out his nostrils as he looked deep in thought. Eye's darkened by long hours of study glazed as if in a trance. "Creation can be the most powerful of magic's. Don't you agree?" The mage tucked his flowing crimson robe behind his kness and sat down at the table. jbulley@trcaccess.com (Jeff Bulley) - I write, 'therefore I am', and so I am, at least so I have written.