Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: u894793@bruny.cc.utas.edu.au (Timothy D Little) Subject: Re: Corwin returns somewhat unexpectedly Message-ID: References: <24MAY92130037@acad3.alaska.edu> Date: Mon, 25 May 1992 00:59:06 GMT fsjjp@acad3.alaska.edu (Wow .. What Drugs?) writes: > A soft shimmering rainbow light forms into a small doorway in the >middle of the room. You think nothing of it, until a man, who seems to have >been violently thrown, come flying through the light, passing over a few tables >and drinks, to smash into the back wall next to the block of ice. There is a small man with translucently white skin standing near the block of ice, who quickly jumps aside (with a very startled look) as Corwin comes flying through the air toward him. While in the air, his clothing shimmers and melts, his legs contract and wither to talons, his arms shorten and sprout blue-edged brown feathers. After only a second, his whole body has shited into to the form of a large eagle, which flies in a panicky manner around the room, knocking over mugs and tankards, and causing many patrons of the inn to dive for cover. After about a minute of hectic flight, the eagle passes the fireplace too close, and there is an acrid smell of burnt feathers. The eagle screeches, and flops to the floor and rolls for a bit, ending underneath a table. The transformation reverses itself, and the ugly white-skinned man lies gasping for breath and shuddering violently on the floor. >[Corwin checks himself and moves to his table, near the eagle-man's table] >[Corwin introduces himself] > "Would you care to introduce yourselves to me, so I may know to whom I >am speaking" By this time, the quivering guy beneath the nearby table has recovered somewhat, although he is still visibly shaking, and quietly mumbles "I *wish* these things wouldn't happen to *me*!" He stands up from beneath the table, and straightens out his clothes. The blue scale-outline markings beneath his skin are much stronger now, making him look very reptilian. His left hand is very badly burned, which he suddenly notices, collapsing to the floor with a quiet gasp. He mumbles something that isn't quite clear, and his hand visibly heals. He then collapses to the floor and does nothing for about 10 minutes. After this period, he slowly picks himself from the floor and notices Corwin sitting at the next table. He gives the prince a murderous glare (with his fists clenched tightly), but then relaxes and starts to chuckle. This chuckle escalates into a hysterical high-pitched laughter. After having gotten this out of his system, he walks to a chair at Corwin's table, and introduces himself. "Err - hi. I'm not quite sure who I really am, but I currently go by the name of Gushiv. Gushiv Emm. Do you always make that sort of entrance wherever you go? I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name, I was a bit preoccupied at the time." "I'm sure you have a really good tale to tell, and my nerves need a bit of calming, after your precipitate entrance. Here, let me buy you something more to drink." He then thinks of something, checks his money-pouch, and then his face falls. "Umm - maybe I'll be a bit more careful next time I offer to buy drinks. Loose metal never did transform well." -- --------------------------------------------------------------- Timothy D Little a.k.a. u894793@bruny.cc.utas.edu.au "I'm a Tasmanian." - Yahoo Serious, in the film Young Einstein. ---------------------------------------------------------------