From: slybz@cc.usu.edu (Tanya Olsen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Captain [Spitting Cobra] FIRE!! in the Low City
Date: 27 Jul 92 12:17:31 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

[ADMIN:  I'm posting this for Brett Fishburne while he is gone on vacation.  If
anyone needs to know something about Captain until 8/2 e-mail me at
slybz@cc.usu.edu or slybz@usu.bitnet.]


Characters:  Azzar, Captain, Rhoan, Mezlark [NPC]

Flame belched out of the doors of the house which had once been Rhoan's
prison as if to underscore the hideous threat of the Seer.  Following the
flame was a thick column of black smoke which partially masked two 
lumbering figures headed for the door.  Captain drew LightBringer, Azzar
pulled forth her 2-handed sword and Rhoan suddenly had a knife in each hand.  
"The stone golems!" screamed Azzar, gesturing for Captain and Rhoan to spread 
out on either side of her.

The golems lurched through the front door mindlessly stalking rescuers
and rescuee.  It was the second step which brought a bit of a startled
expression from the granite brows of the first golem as he pitched over
into the spike filled pit which yawned in front of the doorway.  He was
swiftly followed by his partner and both caused a harsh grating noise as
their heavy bodies bent the spikes at the bottom of the pit.  "Sound like
that sends goose bumps up and down my neck," complained Captain as he
resheathed the heavy long sword.  Azzar and Rhoan smiled and nodded their
heads in agreement.

Bells sounded along the walls of Generica.  "FIRE in the Low City" was the
call.  All around the Spitting Cobra inhabitants of the Low City boiled out
onto the streets trying to form a line leading from the burning house to
the docks.  Several wagons arrived bearing huge quantities of buckets and the
buckets were filled with water and passed down the line.  Captain, Azzar, and
Rhoan joined the growing ranks of fire fighters and threw buckets of water
onto the house trying to douse the flames.  The fire was sluggish in spreading,
perhaps due to the heavy fog which had centered itself on the Dragon's Inn
the evening before.  In any case, the fire did start to spread. 

A small man tore off his cape as fingers of fire danced on the buildings near
the burning house.  He boldly stepped toward the hot fire and slapped his
cloak at the encroaching blaze.  "Begone you minions of hell!  Keep your
burning appendages off my shop!  " [this is MEZLARK talking]


-- Captain
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