Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: father-time@unix1.cc.ysu.edu(Michael J. Walp)
Subject: Re: [Thognil] (in inn) moves to Chronos' table by fire.
Message-ID: <167F513700.SESPC374@ysub.ysu.edu>
References:  <1992May28.130927.27599@fmg.bt.co.uk>
Date: Fri, 29 May 1992 02:06:08 GMT

In article <1992May28.130927.27599@fmg.bt.co.uk>
alan@pandora.jungle.bt.co.uk (Alan Poppitt) writes:
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>Thognil stands carefully and, after checking each of his limbs for
>injury, drags the chair to the side of the muttering character, out of
>line of any immininent magical discharge.  He pulls his chair towards the
>table and waits for the mage to finish his work.
>
Chronos looks up from his pipe and notices a strange but humorous bit
of acrobatics being performed in front of him.  The stranger looking a little
nervous but sets him and his drink down at the table.  Chronos motions
towards the new companion to relax, "Good day sir.  My name is Chronos.
I am an Archmage and a teacher at the Mage's Guild in Palanthas.  I will
admit that I have not been much more than a teacher for some time now and
I am probably rusty in my art.  Hense, the Guild sent me out for some
'needed' research."  Seeing the puzzled look on the stranger's face Chronos
adds, "But I wander in my own problems..."  Chronos pulls back the hood of
his cloak to reveal his face.  It is a normal face, except for the braod
scar running from the top of the forehead to the right side of the nose.
Glancing around he notices the room has grown silent and many of the
denizons are staring including the stranger who is doing his best to look
away.  Chronos quickly replaces the hood over his face, silenlty muttering
to himself for being so stupid.  The stranger looks over and his eyes reveal
the question. "How?" "I received this as a souveneir of my mage's test
at the tower of high sorcery in Palanthas.  I have tried to hide it ever
since... I have become too comfortable in my teaching to remember the
stares..."  His eyes lose their focus and he drifts for a moment remembering
those times before the scar...  then he is back.  "So what is your name
and occupation?", as he sits back to puff his cigar.  He mutters a few words
and his firedrake Syndilar moves out of his robe and back onto his shoulder,
glancing around all the while...
 
                                            Chronos...
         father-time at unix1.cc.ysu.edu (Michael J. Walp)