Date: Saturday, 22 Aug 1992 14:27:47 EDT
From: Mike Sander <344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Message-ID: <92235.142747344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU>
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [DQ] Lancos: Fight aftermath


    Lancos turns away from the fleeing Krastin and watches the last gargoyle
die, before he can even move towards his companions. A look revealing sadness
crossed his face as he saw the rest of the party slowly but surely recompose
themselves --except SunStorm, who was being aided by Valgar-- from the battle.
Not that he was feeling all that well himself by any means. Still, as he
watched 'Raelf seemingly absorb the gargoyles, he waved Kadrys off to Vlagar.

    Besides, he reminded himself, he'd need to remove the medallion for any
healing to work. Yet again the jewelry had proven to be both a blessing and
a curse to him. It seemed to take more effort than usual to remove. Lancos
pondered on this, then blamed it on the feeling of having 'Raelf's strength
spell wearing off now that its usefulness was over. And after removing the
neckwear, Lancos felt weaker still.

    By this time Kadrys had come, and bandaged the head wound of Lancos.
>Kadrys" "You certainly came the best out of your duel with the gargoyles'
> leader...".
Lancos held back a fit of laughter, mainly to prevent more blood from his
stomach. He certainly didn't FEEL like someone who could say "You should
have seen the OTHER guy", as if he would anyways. Kadrys scanned Lancos
--particularly the still unbandaged stomach-- with concern. Lancos tried to
put on his best "I'm still 100%" face, although he knew there would be no
conviction behind it until he received healing and some time off his feet.

    Then 'Raelf began his mysterious work on SunStorm.
+ Lancos began to feel uneasy.  [ADMIN: BEGAN?]
'Raelf's speech, while so familiar that it carried the same accent Lancos had
lost through many years of travel, was strangely disorientating. The pain that
had been racking his mind was growing worse.

+The sense of deja-vu worsened into a sense of complete dissociation.
A deep part of Lancos' mind rebelled against the increased pressure put upon
it, which helped him handle the feeling. Nevertheless, Lancos was glad to see
the end of the process, for SunStorm's (and/or ShockWave's) sake if not
his own. He had felt a strange urge to put the medallion back on during the
ordeal. Lancos knew of no healing effects linked to it, and had usually felt
better off without it on. Perhaps he just needed rest...

+ 'Raelf turned back to Lancos who was pale and shaking. Incipient shock.
+ Some blood loss. He touched the wounds, concentrated, FLICK-FLICK, and the
+ man in green was suddenly whole.

Lancos thanked 'Raelf, who shrugged it off and moved to Valgar. While 'Raelf
had removed all traces of physical wounds, the mage did not --COULD not,
really-- do much for his mental ones. It was his own problem anyways, to be
solved only by the whims of time.

+ShockWave: "Tell me how giants eat food. I'm new at this."
Only the earlier success in preventing laughter aided Lancos in doing so
THIS time. "Don't worry --we'll see what we can do. Personally, I'LL never
let a man I consider like a brother --something you ALL qualify for-- die
of something 'small' like starvation [ADMIN: Besides, someone just DID that
:-)!] !"

+ "Serene. Food for four!"
Having seen 'Raelf's appetite previously, and guessing that ShockWave would
overstuff Sunstorm through pure inexperience, Lancos hoped four portions
would be ENOUGH, but kept quiet. He didn't feel all that hungry anyways...

Alita watched the group enter the Inn. All four men --even the one who
had somehow turned himself into a bat-- held interest for her, in more
ways than one. THe easy part of gaining anything from these adventurers
--and she felt they owed her after making her lose that sword-- would be
to enter the Inn. After that, she'd just have to trust her luck

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Michael Sander 344lwkc@cmuvm.csv.cmich.edu
AKA Lancos Erredan