Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: cvenour@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au (C Venour) Subject: Re: The Shrouded One's reactions to various things . . . Message-ID: <1992May19.121458.4815@kurango.cit.gu.edu.au> References: <1992May19.061122.23589@CS.ORST.EDU> Date: Tue, 19 May 92 12:14:58 GMT foleye@storm.CS.ORST.EDU (Stilt Man) writes: >The Shrouded One seems a bit taken aback by the sudden display of agony from >Drax, though she is hardly surprised by Emrikol's display of lights and mystics. >Her ebon gaze meets evenly that of the man with the bandaged hands, seeming >a little surprised at him about other things. Namely, that he would actually >give a demonstration of his power. Emrikol does not fail to notice her reaction. >Kryalla notes the departure of Azzar and >Caezar, then turns back to Emrikol. "Are you certain it is wise to so openly >show your abilities? Our dilemmas are somewhat similar, though my Enemy is >more singular than yours, and I combat it largely by keeping my abilities a >closely-guarded secret. Even my allies have very little idea as to the extent >of them. I already was familiar with yours, yet it is something I would not >exactly be making common knowledge. Anyone who recognizes you from the start >for what and who you are, as I did, yet with not so benevolent of motives, >would summon others of their kind, with results I suspect you have been made >quite familiar with in your travels." Emrikol smiles briefly at Kryalla. "You are right in your assumptions, but you have missed one slight point. Those in the room who would have recognised my power, would have already recognised me when I entered. BUT, thankyou for your advice, dear Lady." >Realizing that she herself is perhaps aggravating the situation at hand, >Kryalla cuts herself off in mid-sentence. She lifts her goblet of wine, which >of its own volition seemed to keep perfectly balanced when Azzar disrupted the >table with her dramatic entrance, and takes a long sip to calm her nerves. She >sets it back down, visibly more calm, though whether her emotions--if indeed >the word applies to her--are calmer is a matter for debate. At last, she lifts >her sable eyes back to Emrikol, and pulls her hood back over her head. She >stands from the table and begins to make her way to the door. >"If you wish to speak further, I have an offer for you. I could use such as >you are, for a mission of vital importance to me. I would not discuss my >travels, and how I encountered your kind, in this public of a place. I go to >my sanctum sanctorum. If you wish to visit me there," she slips her hand >beneath her cloak and tosses him a key, "this will not only allow you entry, >but also guidance to arrive." She turns back to Thongor. "If you also wish >to speak further with me, you may accompany this one." >At that, the Shrouded One leaves the Inn and heads for the western side of town. >Ere long, those who had been trying to follow her with their eyes see her seem >to fade into the wind. The more curious look about, but no trace of her is >left. >In the distance, a raven takes flight . . . Emrikol stares after Kryalla as she leaves the room. A warm smile touches his hard face. He turns to Thongor, and says "Thongor, if you have a wish to accompany me in my visit to Kryalla's private sanctum, then prepare to leave now." With that Emrikol stands to wait. -- Emrikol with the bandaged hands. ******************************************************************************* email: cvenour@cit.gu.edu.au - To give is to receive.