Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: u894793@bruny.cc.utas.edu.au (Timothy D Little) Subject: Re: Fizzle: to Gushiv {posted from mail} Message-ID: References: Date: Tue, 2 Jun 1992 02:54:13 GMT > Gushiv feels the weight of the ring in his hand, looks down, and carefully > inspects the ring. "Yes, I believe it's the one. I thank you, I hadn't > really expected to see it again, you know. I've had it for as long as I can > remember. As you may have gathered, that really isn't very long." "I understand." Fizzle nods. "My memory isn't what it used to." > "Not so much a problem with magic, in itself. More a problem of what magic > cannot do, at least all which I have encountered. My problem is memory, or > rather my lack thereof. I have no memories earlier than 5 months ago. I have > very little idea indeed of what I can and cannot do, nor what I did before my > amnesia. I have spent every silver I have ever owned, trying to find a cure. >No mind-twisting doctor, nor mentalist mage, nor seer, has been able torecover > my past. All I am really aware of is that I am a mage, a powerful one,though >with strong limitations-I am severely limited by the nearby presence of other > sentient beings. I have been able to recall a few minor spells, and a couple > of useful skills, but where or how I learned them is unknown to me." "Hmmm..other sentient beings. Is it their minds or their presence? I know a few spells that can make my mind invisible to all scrutiny, even the gods." > > "Hmmm...it seems that your problem is simple. You need a simple spell > > of removal of curse. Now, I know I have one of them lying around here > > somewhere." He proceeds to rummage through his robes, pulling out more > > scrolls than could easily fit in them, even if Fizzle wasn't also occupying > > them. > >"It is possible, I suppose, that this amnesia is a curse imposed from without, > yet no mystic has been able to discern any such curse. It may be that it has >hidden itself too well for ones of lower skill. I believe that it has a more >mundane origin. Time will tell, as it always does. Powerful magic seems to be >unable." "Mundane origin you say? Hmm...I know a healer who might be able to help you. She is most skilled...and most beautiful..." > > continues to pull scrolls out. Mijan hops off of his shoulder and walks > > over to Gushiv. He peers at his hand closely, looks up at him, and chirps > > plaintively, definitely offering his head to be scratched. > > > > After getting his scratch from Gushiv, he walks over to Corwin, looks > > at him for a bit, then proceeds to offer his head for a scratch. After > > that one, Mijan thinks for a bit, then walks over to Gushiv, placing > > himself for more scratching, obviously having decide that Gushiv is better > > at it than Corwin. > > Gushiv smiles, and scratches Mijan's head while talking to Fizzle. > > "Just now, an idea came to me, and I believe that it is a fragment of memory. > Although I have magical power, I no longer believe that it was the primary > centre of my previous profession. A dangerous plan came to me - I intend to > go outside, and summon a spirit of my own future. From this spirit, I intend > to ask what I have discovered in the intervening time. A risky venture, but > it is one that I have not yet been able to pursue. I intend to follow it > before a chance of once again forgetting the spell may occur." "Hmm...consulting the future? I have done some consulting with spirits in my times. Reaching into the future is difficult, but I have done it." Fizzle appears to lose most of his befuddlement, and his eyes gleam with an intelligence he normally keeps hidden. "I offer my help, in whatever way I can. I work with the fundamentals of magic, reaching deep into it, and manipulating magic at its source. As such, I believe that I can help." > "To move to something more social, may I ask where you are from? There seem > many in this Inn from a land called Toril, through a gate to other worlds. > Are you local to this realm, or a visitor? If a visitor, perhaps your land > follows different laws of magic or medicine, and I might find it easier to >recover. Sorry, I digress again. I go by the name Gushiv Emm, and I profess >-until further notice - to be a healer both magical and mundane. Very lovely > ... pet? ... you have there." (Continues carefully scratching Mijan's head) Fizzle laughs. "Mijan is no one's pet. He is extremely free-willed, up to a point. The two of us are bonded by bonds stronger than any that bind a wizard and his familiar. A long time ago, in my past, Thindrangistar, over there," Fizzle points to the elf, "and I were one person. Great magic was worked one day, and we split, becoming two, independent people. At that time, Thindrangistar, the original 'being' was in love with a woman, Sarna. She was the possessor of two small drakes, Tham and Mijan. When she dumped 'us,' I got bonded with Mijan. Tham is with Thindrangistar, hidden in his cloak." Fizzle reaches out and scratches Mijan. "We have since traveled together, always keeping the other alive, for fear of destroying ourselves. I have traveled many realms, and was attempting to locate a comfortable vacation spot when my magic was twisted to bring me here. Now that I think about it, I believe that there is a reason I am here." Fizzle scratches his chin. Taking a closer look at him, you see that he is tanned, with grey eyes and brown hair. His hands are broad, with short (relatively) fingers. Mijan suddenly looks up in alarm, and dives inside Fizzle's cloak. A tall woman, dressed in blue appears behind Fizzle, a mace in her hand. Fizzle dives to one side, as the mace crashes down where he was sitting. His fingers fly as he mutters a spell. As the mace comes flying again, the woman freezes in mid-swing. With great effort, she grits out, "Fizzle, give me one good reason why I shouldn't smash you!" Fizzle looks at you. "Allow me to introduce Athilvar Laylarna. This is the Healer I was talking about earlier. She is a priest of Mystra, and professes to possess healing magic. I have my doubts about that sometimes, but she is handy with that mace." He turns to Athilvar. "Now, are you willing to be reasonable, or do I have to keep you paralyzed?" Athilvar manages a small "I'll be good." Fizzle smiles at her, "I knew you could be reasonable." He waves, and catches Athilvar as she almost falls to the floor. You notice that as he catches her, he relieves her of her mace, clipping it to her belt. "Now, please, take a seat and listen to this man's tale." -- --------------------------------------------------------------- Timothy D Little a.k.a. u894793@bruny.cc.utas.edu.au "I'm a Tasmanian." - Yahoo Serious, in the film Young Einstein. ---------------------------------------------------------------