Date: Monday, 10 Aug 1992 12:16:35 EDT From: Message-ID: <92223.121635BANNON@MAINE.MAINE.EDU> Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [R] Hazy Drifter Wafting Your Way References: <1992Aug7.095929.459@ccsvax.sfasu.edu> (Hazy Drifter Joining the Thread) She is a creature magically constructed by a cruel sorcerer from the North. She was cobbled together from the tissue of a young woman, some of the sorcerer's own substance and some of the essence of the black, turbulent heart of The Fist. (The Fist is a permanent weather condition found over the open ocean in a Northwesterly direction from Generica. The next apppearance of the Atlas of the Known Lands will contain more information.) Hazy spent the first two years of her existence in thrall to the sorcerer, employed as a tool of destruction. She can hurl bolts of lightening in the gigawatt range. Her appearance/ substance can vary from transparent to virtually black. In her less substantial forms she can fly. She must fly to rebuild the charge in her body after it is expended. She could be anywhere between 15 and 17 years old. Her coloring offers no contrast or definition as she is all one shade, whatever it happens to be at the moment. Only shadows delineate her features. She has a slightly angular face with a small mouth and big, deep- set eyes. Her hair falls to her shoulders in tumbling curls that stir in the slightest breeze. She could, at times, be mistaken for a statue of alabaster, gray marble or obsidian. Her torso is always wrapped in a clothing mist for modesty's sake. She usually appears pearly-gray in a state of rest. At the end of her second year one of the sorcerer's many enemies vanquished him. Hazy was suddenly autonomous. She spent her third year of life wandering and learning. Eventually she met another independent magically constructed creature who informed her of a loose affiliation of beings such as they, all pledged to defend innocents from peril, and in general, do good deeds. She pledged immediately, regretting deeply her years spent on wanton destruction while enslaved to the sorcerer. It is the start of her fourth year and she is ready to rescue and protect any blameless being who needs assistance. She has been soaring in her mist form out over the ocean to build up her charge. The Moorglade has caught her attention and what she has suddenly found even more intriguing are the strange passengers. Some so strange they could even be magically constructed creatures, like herself. A being half man and half horse and another that changes into a cat! She thins to her transparent form and drifts in closer. Perhaps their conversation would be interesting as well. Hazy (Bannon@Maine.Maine.Edu)