From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: A visitation by a stranger Message-ID: Date: 3 Sep 92 01:15:00 GMT References: <1992Sep2.231539.5063@oswego.Oswego.EDU> In article <1992Sep2.231539.5063@oswego.Oswego.EDU>, scheider@oswego.Oswego.EDU (cat) writes... >The elf who has just entered grabs a glass of water and a rag and rushes >over. She performs first aid, including that for shock, and waits to see >if the stranger comes around. Under his battered helmet, the stranger is clean-shaven and youthful-looking, with long blond hair and a hint of elvish blood in his features. His features give lie to the hard-bitten mercenary outfit he wears, as does the coat of elven chain under his tattered leather jerkin. The stranger's wounds are many, but not lethal; he seems to have collapsed as much from exhaustion as from anything else. As the elf tends his wounds, he stirs. Half conscious, he mutters, "Adrianna...Kale...watch out...you were our friend...NO!" This last is said in a shout, as he jerks awake, his hand reflexively going for his sword.