From: slskq@avon.enet.dec.com (869883 Leep)
Date: 23 Sep 92 13:12:47 MDT
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [KQ] Rhoan: [Nester's and about] In the interum

	Upon reach Nester's, Rhoan took stock of his supplies.  He ended up
losing both throwing axes and his rope, along with the arrows he used.  After
a quick meal, prepared to leave.  "Be back in a little while, I have a few
supplies to pick up."

	Actually, Rhoan also wanted to step out to do some thinking.  He was
a little nervous about the upcoming encounter.  For some reason, Seer and
the Wasters have take it upon themselves to make life difficult.  They had
only just clashed on the Rameshander kidnapping affair, yet Seer had taken
great pains to lure him into that house trap.  Did Seer actually fear Rhoan
and want to keep him from joining Kron, or was Rhoan being manipulated then
and now into joining this quest.  Seer supposidly knows all that goes on and
isn't stupid.  He had to know help was in the area and that there was a means
of contacting that help.  Only Seer would know, and surely when they meet, he
can't be trusted to tell the truth unless it serves him.  Another problem
the upcoming meaning posed was how would Rhoan react to Seer.  Rhoan in not
a vengeful man and has sworn not to kill unless necessary, but Seer was
definitely dangerous and evil, and possibly mad.  Does such a man deserve
mercy?

	Rhoan stopped at a shop a few blocks down.  While not the 
best quality, the weapons there where servicable.  Rhoan pick out two
decent trowing axes and a dozen arrows.  He also grabed another length of
rope with a good grapling hook at the end.

	As he walked back to the pub, Rhoan came to a decision.  He perferred
not to use magic whenever possible.  Most of what he had was one time shots
that he liked to save for dire emergencies.  He carried the runesticks given
to him by his first love as they were forced (for the better) their seperate
ways. His battle-axe, a family treasre, had a little magic when called upon.
This did not seem enough.  Rhoan walked into a deserted ally, looking around
to make sure he was not followed.  When sure, Rhoan pulled out a foot long
runestick, who's twin sat half a day's ride away planted in the ground in
the middle of Rhoan's camp.  Rhoan stuck the stick in the ground and moved
to go past it.  Suddenly he was in the middle of a small grove of trees along
the river.  Lathlin and Patch where nowhere to be seen, probably out hunting.
Some help they would have been if Rhoan needed them.  Rhoan moved over
to his pile of belongings.  Everything was as he left it.  Rhoan pulled
a blanket wrapped bundle and unwound it.  Inside was a magnificent looking
true-silvered maine-gouche.  A little showy for Rhoan's taste, but a magificent
weapon.  Rhoan re-wrapped it, tied a thong around both ends, and slung it over
his shoulder.  From a small pouch Rhoan dumped four rings and a clasp.  After
careful thinking, Rhoan chose one of the rings and placed the rest in a pouch.
Lasly, grabbed a single jet black cestus and put it on his left fore-arm.
Now ready, Rhoan stepped back over the runestick and was back in Generica.
Rhoan carefully pulled out the stick in the ally and placed it in his cloak.

	Rhoan returned to the just in time to join the group as they head
upstairs.  For some reason, Azzar is asleep and only partly covered.  All
except Thk seem to showing various degrees of anxiety.


        ##########                                                 ########## Rhoan Pathkeeper                                ----------------------------------------------------
         ########## "There can be only one!"               /
        ##########          -Highlander                   /