From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Radan, Rhys, Killian & a stranger At the BAR.
Date: 23 Jul 92 23:57:45 GMT
Organization: University of Northern Iowa


Meetings.......


As Radan sits an thoroughly enjeys the taste of his ale, a gentleman comes up
and Boldly says,"Hello friend!  My drinks the Daragon's Amber!"
"So, I take it from your clothes you don't specialize is stealth!  What
profession do you follow?" He asks while gulping down his fisrt of many
drinks.
"Well, greetings to you, too.  I am a type of seer, I see things many people do
not and can not.  I am an artist.  I see your tankerd is empty partake of my
offering another for your thirst."

"Why thank you!  I don't mind if I do!!  Bartender!  Another beer!  My friend
here is paying.  Things are kind of quiet here at the moment, but hang around
for a couple of days, and they'll liven up pretty smartly!!"

"As you know my name is Radan, What might be yours?"

"Rhys," he said between gulps.

Radan drains the rest of his second beer, and looks around kind of bleery eyed.
"Why arsh you swaying Rhysh?  Or is it me?  Well, have another so I'm not the
only one who's swaying, if I am the only one who's swaying..."

"Oh, no!  Really, I shouldn't, Ohhhhhhh, ok, just one more, mind you..."

"Thanks, I am going to calm down a bit right now, so you enjoy it, while it's
free.  I think I'll stop buying after the fisrt round next time.  As I was
saying earlier, I am an artisht.  I see beuaty in all things, like that barmaid
over there.  No! not her boosom!  Her hair, the way she takes drink orders, the
way she walks and talks to people, her personality really comes out.  I see
these things in all people."

As Radan is explaining his philosophy to Rhys, another stranger approaches.  
He is ducking patrons and drunkards alike, slipping into the vacant spot next
to Radan.  
"Well met stranger, I heard your offer to buy a drink, and my name is Killian. 
Never let it be said that I would turn down a drink from a man.  It is a
weakness of mine."
Radan looks over at Killian, as killian offers his hand in friendship.  "Well
met to you, too." and shakes the hand offered. 
"Your shake belies your otherwise average appearance.  What might be your
profession?  I am an artist, I was just explaining my philosophy of art to Rhys
here.  Oh terribly sorry, I have left my manners,  Rhys, killian, Killian,
Rhys."

"I am a bard and a Story teller.  I am pleased to make your acquatance.  Let us
talk for a time on thing that are brewing up in Generica tonight."

Just then a stranger walks in to the Inn.(you know, there are an awful lot of
 strangers in this bar...) Shrowded in darkness, seemingly, he removes his hood
and calmly looks around the inn.  Straped to his back is a Bastard sword with
the crossguard covered in runes.  The lights of the inn reflect in a gem stone
carried in the right earlobe.

"Well, gentlemen," Radan whispers to the others,"Who is that?"

Rhys replies."Dunno, never saw him here."
"Nor I, Radan." Killian remarks.
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Admin:  I wrote this up, and I tried to come close to what I replied to the
characters Rhys and Killian, and posted to this newsgroup.  I want to
acknowledge all three people who have written parts of this post, first, Rhys,
a.k.a. The professional beer moocher.  Second, Killian, a.k.a. Rob Falk. and
Last a newcomer,(I think.)  Morgan a.k.a. Morgan "the Dreamer#2" Bronan.

I hope I hae not offended anyone by writing this, that was not my intention.  I
want to help start a thread and I hope to make a great start with these
gentlemen.  Greetings all, and if you have any coments just "reply" to me and I
will reply back.
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