Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [G] Thorr-kan: Weapons Detail and Guard Duty
From: mcutter@gacvx2.gac.edu
Date: 13 Oct 92 10:08:33 -0600
Organization: Gustavus Adolphus College, St. Peter, Minnesota

Thorr-kan joins Roger on guard duty at the edge of the battlefield. 
When the human takes out the strange item, the White Minotaur looks on
with interest.  "I have never seen a device of this type before.  Is ogf
gnomish design?"

>"So, what manner of creature are you?  Never seen anthing quite like ya
>before."

"I am not surprised."  Thorr-kan grins, showing many teeth.  Very sharp,
very white teeth.  "Throughout my travels, people have always asked me
this question.  I am a minotaur, the strongest and most honorable race
of my homeworld.   In many other worlds, however, my people are beasts
of little or no intelligence."

Just then, a small reddish shape appears above Thorr-kan, chirping and
squeaking animatedly.  Gleep has returned from his scouting flight. 
Upon hearing it, Thorr-kan sighs.  "My little friend reports no other
enemies nearby."  

The White Minotaur reaches into a belt pouch, removing several small
pieces of jerky.  One by one, they are devoured by his pseudo-dragon. 
Gleep settles on Thorr-kan's shoulder, humming softly.

Thorr-kan sets himself down and places his minor arsenal out about him. 
He removes a flask of oil, several clothes, and a whetstone from his
backpack.  Each piece of hardware is given special attention, beginning
with the daggers.  These are then placed on his belt, and the longsword
is given its turn.  Something disturb Thorr-kan, because he begins
muttering to himself and applying the whetstone with a vengance.

>Roger then proceeds to untie the cords on the package, unrolling what is
>revealed to be an simple yet elegant katana.  The hilt is black, as is the 
>scabbard.  The hilt is adorned by an ivory skull and cross-bones, matching
>both Roger's eyes and the insignia on the pin he wears.  Ivory runes decorate 
>the scabbard, and give a sense of power.  As Roger draws the blade, 
>Thorr-kan notes the flicker of energy along the single razor sharp edge.  
>Roger notices this, and just shrugs his shoulders with a half-smile upon 
>his face, as if to say, "Hey, it gets the job done..."

Seeing the look on Roger's face, the White Minotaur rumbles.  "This
falls into the category of 'Whatever works....', eh?  A fine weapon, human.  
Forged to take advantge of speed and agility.  "  Thorr-kan fingers
the blade of the Horn of Justice, a satisfied grin spread across his
face as the halberd begins to glow.

This human would make a worthy ally, thinks the minotaur to himself.  It
would be good to have someone in this group I can trust.  Most of us
seem to be here against our will.  Things may get... messy if we cannot
function together.  A prayer goes up:  Kiri-Jolith, I like not being the
pawn in of others, but I will do your will here, as I am sworn.  Grant that 
I may return safely to my mate and guide my hand in the days to come....  




-Thorr-kan, the White Minotaur, and Gleep, the pseudo dragon. 

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Peace through strength!                          Victory through annihilation!!
Matt Cutter, e-mail to mcutter@vax2.gac.edu OR spock@vax1.gac.edu
Gustavus couldn't afford my opinions if they wanted them!
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