Organization: Penn State University
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1992 13:44:31 EDT
From: <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [L] Dragon Flight

     "Everything seems to be in order, lets get moving," said Erik while
he surveyed the clearing before the portal.
     Salamander assured the group that flying on the back of the dragon would
be safe with the help of his magic (which he cast with Luthor's help).  One
by one, they climbed on the back of the dragon and when they were settled in,
it felt as if there was glue sticking them to their seats.
     At the head of the group was Salamander who was controlling the dragon.
Behind him was Luthor and then Erik who were ready to assist Sal's spell
casting at a moment's notice.  Next was Murell who finally decided to tell
the group that he was deathly afraid of heights.  Behind him was Brycur who
tried to cheer Murell up and get his mind off his fear by telling him jokes
and teasing him.  The last person in the group was Bakr, who was still a
little embarassed for turning into a bush.
     "If you get sick, make sure it doesn't hit me," Brycur teased Murell
patting him on the back and laughing.

     Salamander commanded the dragon to crawl through the portal.  After
going through, the change from where they had been was drastic.  From a
bright day in the forest, they went to a chilly evening in the Great Desert
of the Realms.  Sand blew and stung their faces.
     "Here we go!" shouted Salamander, warning the others that the dragon
was about to take off.
     With the beating of mighty wings, the dragon took to the air with
its six passengers.  It climbed quickly into the evening sky and soon, the
group was sailing above the thin desert clouds.  Their way was lit by the
shining of Faerun's single moon in its third quarter.  The view was
spectacular and the speed at which they travelled was unbelieveable.
Where they could see the ground below, it raced past them many times
faster than the fastest racing horse.  This sight made Murell forget
his fears...for about two minutes.
     "I think I'm going to be sick," he said turning an interesting shade
of plaid.
     Brycur tried to move to avoid Murell's eminent regurgitation, but
Salamander's spell didn't allow him.
     Hearing Murell's announcement, Luthor passed him a small sack, "Just
in case you need it."
     Soon enough, Murell emptied his stomach into the bag with a horrible
wretching sound.  Immediately, he felt better.  He tied off the sack and
dropped it over the side of the dragon.

     The group flew through the night and into the next morning until they
decided to stop, rest, and get something to eat.  They landed in a farmer's
fields.
     "I think that some of us should try to buy some food from the farmer
that owns this land," Brycur said pointing to the farmhouse.
     "I'll go, any other volunteers?" said Luthor.
     "I should stay with the dragon,"  Salamander said and everyone agreed.

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     Regoth was having a good evening.  He had just robbed some humans and
now he had their food and their money.  He didn't mean to kill them, but they
put up such a fuss that he had no choice.  Besides, he was a Hobgoblin and
had a reputation to protect.  He walked on through the night, stopping once
when he noticed a strange dark cloud that moved against the wind.
     This made him think, was he doing the right thing, killing people and
taking their money?
     "Grakma, show me a sign!" he shouted into the night air.  At that moment,
a bag full of vomit hit him square on the head and covered him.

     Love and Peace and Just Desserts,
              -The Dreamer-