From: cohen@spot.Colorado.EDU (Matt Cohen)
Subject: [MH] Entering the Mage's House
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1992 05:49:00 GMT



   While walking out of the Dragons-inn into the waning hours of daylight
left, Hubarak was able to get a good look at his new employer.  His clothing
didn't mark him as anything but a normal citizen, but his volumnous robes
tended to invite the assumtion that he had something to do with the arts
arcane.  Despite his comfortable stride and confident air, it was of course
impossible to miss the almost unnatural color of his skin in the light.
   
   Hubarak just wasn't ready for a Dark Elf.

   Leaning over to softly speak to his new companion, Hubarak asks, "Did you say
thoust were from the Underwurlde?"  I'll not follow one of his ilk if he be
from that dammed place, Hubarak thought to himself.  But after looking at the
hardend expression on his employer's face, and the sad look about him, he 
reconsidered his inquiry. "Ah, but these things be best told about a tankard
of ale, an' I can wait to hear the long story".

  An' this be a trick, I'll be ready, but somehow  I feel that I can trust
him.  Its been too long between wages to throw away a job this soon!  And a
contract, no less!  Aye, a hundred gold will do well to speed my travels. But I
may stay on after this. Apollo knows, I could use a stable home for a while.
  
   While his thoughts traveled around, Michael had led Hubarak through the
winding streets of Generica to the Mage's home.  

  "Didst thou say that there be no wards about the place?"

  With a slight smirk, Michael responded, "I said no such thing.  What's your 
plan to gain entrance?" 

   Hmm, possible magical threats, not to mention a mechanical trap or two.
These mage types were notorious for being well-protected.  Ah, but I haven't
refused a good fatal risk yet, have I?

   "Well," Hubarak unslung his bow and fitted a string to its length, while 
taking in the sight of the small house. "Let me search the lands. Mayhap there
is a back way that we may yet discover.  I'll never be one to pass up an easy
way in."

    But after looking around the house, they only found a small stone shed with 
some tools. After a quick search, Michael found the walls solid, no secret
doors there!  "Mayhap these Elves be good for something after all." Hubarak 
thought to himself.

    "Right. Thoust had better not be leading me on, for it will take all your
devilish wiles to explain this, if there not be rightful cause."  But even as he
said it, Hubarak regreted the hurtfull remark.  Eager to distract his employer
from thinking too long on his conversatinal blunder, Hubarak took a deep breath,
pulled a small axe off his belt, and charged at the door, splitting it in two
and spraying large spliters of wood all over the neatly covered floor of the 
front room.

   "There!  Thoust wanted entrance, didn't you?  Now look for your master
quickly, I'll not feel comfortable here until we're back at the inn!"





Matt Cohen/Hubarak

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