From: andsol@arcadien.owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Kron: [home]: Somebody's Been Sleeping in MY Bed Keywords: Kron, Silken Message-ID: <1992Jun8.162238.23922@rice.edu> Date: 8 Jun 1992 16:22:38 GMT References: Kron walks up the stairs to the fifth floor. At the head of the stairs, he notices his door is slightly ajar. Could this be one of the framers? He has no weapons, but if he can surprise them, perhaps he won't need them. He takes a deep breath and bursts through the door. To his great surprise, he recognizes one of his fellow Dougl-rescuers. > > The elf reached out his hand, > "Silken." he introduced himself. > "Oh I remember you now.You were on the Broadmarch,weren't you. > I saw you fighting beside Rhoan and Tvarne ",said Kron in a rather > startled tone.Then his eyes narrowed."How did you get in here?" > > "It was easy ",replied Silken,a smile on his face. > "Now sergeant I think-" he began,then stopped seeing a look of pain > passing over Kron's face.Slowly he withdrew the parchment from his shirt > and handed it to Silken.Silken read it carefully,and considered it's > contents. > Then he gave back the parchment back to Kron,and softly he said, > > "Alright,Kron,we'll have to do something about this,won't we > SERGEANT?" > > Kron looked up from his peace of paper. Silken smiled. > > "Somethings going to happen soon that will help us all." he said > quietly. Krons thinks this guy is nuts. Breaking into his home, making prophetic statements....... still, though, there is a look in his eyes -- Silken may be loopy, but he seems genuinely certain that there is cause for hope. Kron crumbles up the parchment again and throws it in the rubbish can. "Silken, I sure hope it does, 'cuz things sure can't get much worse. Even if I could somehow prove myself innocent of any crime, I could never return to the Watch. There's too much bad blood there. So don't call me sergeant any more." He sighs and heads for the washroom: "Er....watch my stuff." Kron feels a little better after a shave, a bath and a change of clothes. His food has gone bad, as Silken has already discovered, but Kron knows where more of that can be had -- and maybe a drink or two, and a story besides! "Silken," he says, "let's hit the Inn. I've got a POWERFUL thirst." Kron locks up his room ("Hey, next time, leave a note or something...") and the two head for the street.... ***************************************************************************** The image in the orb dissolves. Seer frantically forms the closing Sigil and covers up his Ball of Visions. A hooded figure steps up next to him and mutely awaits a command. "Blink!" shouts Seer. "He's coming! Get out there, and set the bait....." ***************************************************************************** Kron and Silken turn off Teamster's Way, heading north on the Arcade of Unforgotten Heroes. It's a relatively sunny day, and even the seedy Arcade is today a place of great activity and good cheer. Vendors hawk wares at every corner; scruffy children play Hop-Frog on chalk circles; a small party of pilgrims rest in the shade of Imperator Nyegenov's statue. Kron takes in the sights and sounds of the very street where he and his sister, Cheyenne, grew up many years ago. His sister, small and dark, smiling broadly, so like that woman over there...... That woman?! Kron stops dead in his tracks. Across the Arcade, perhaps fifty yards away, is a woman dressed in a flowing green dress. She is small-boned, delicate; she is peering directly at Kron. He sees every detail of her face: high eyebrows, eyes full of animation, a smile broader than the horizon...... she could be Cheyenne. Gods, she IS Cheyenne. "HEY!!!" shouts Kron, and starts a fast walk toward the woman. She looks startled, then flees into a nearby alley. Kron speeds up to a jog, then a sprint. "HEY!!! WAIT!!!" Out of the corner of his eye, Kron spots Silken passing him -- argh, to be young again..... They take the corner into the alley and see....nothing. She's gone, and could have disappeared through a thousand different exits. Silken snoops around the ground where she was standing: "Hmmmmm.....no tracks, no scuff marks, dust seems clean..... strange..... he frowns." Kron spots something glittering on the ground and stoops to pick it up. It is a golden earring -- THE golden earring! Or is it? The star of the earring Kron had been saving was stretched to the left a bit. This one is stretched to the right. Then -- the OTHER EARRING?! IMPOSSIBLE!! Yet.... "Who was that, anyway?" asks Silken. "My sister. Or, she LOOKED like my sister. She's long dead. I think. I just don't know anymore." "Hm. Well, that woman was alive, I can tell you." "I know." "She had an earring just like that in one of her ears." "I saw." "You going to follow her?" "Yes." "Do you know where she is going?" "This alley. It leads to the Low City." "Oh Dear." Kron pulls the locket from his shirt and opens it up. He places the earring inside, where its twin used to rest. He closes the pendant and replaces it in his pocket. Then he takes a deep breath, and strides determinedly into the alley. "Whoa!" says Silken, hauling on his shirt. "A little hasty there, Kron. No weapons, no backup, no clues -- no brains, really." "I've got to find her. She's my sister. And she must know about the frame, if she has the other earring. She's got everything." "OK. OK. Just take it easy. She's lost you for now. Let's head for the Inn. Maybe we can get some help in this matter." Kron allows Silken to drag him away towards the Dragon's Inn..... ****************************************************************************** Deep in the heart of the Low City, Mother bubbles in frustration. From her roiling flesh, a rough form of a human figure rises from her center. All about it, huge gnarled fists congeal and pound the form into a bloody jelly. The entire mass settles back into Mother's bulk as her anger cools. S E E R B U N G L E D I T (exclamatory) W E H A D H I M A N D H E G O T A W A Y (exclamatory)(disgust) W E M U S T N O T A L L O W H I M A S S I S T A N C E N E X T T I M E (command) A human figure, real this time, steps up to the edge of Mother's pool. "Yes, Great Mother," says Lieutenant Panarchus of the Watch. ADMIN: What a quandary! Obviously, Panarchus is now a baddie. However, he himself is not evil, but under Mother's control! How should heroes deal with him? Feel free to write Panarchus into things. He is expendable, but hope- fully he won't die before we are close to the end of this thread. > > > -- > ]]>>>Mithrandir<<<[[ ]]>>tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie<<[[ > "In the uttermost West I was Olorin,In the South I am Incanus, > among the elves I am Mithrandir,in the North I am Gandalf. > To the East,I go not"-rough Tolkien quote from Gandalf. -- Andrew Solberg |"Moving faster than a speeding bullet isn't andsol@owlnet.rice.edu | much use if you and it are headed straight Phone:713-529-8627 | for each other." John Brunner bridge-sleep-eat-sex-bridge-sleep-eat-sex-bridge-sleep-I'M STUCK!!!!