Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: HADCRJAM@admin.uh.edu (MILLER, JIMMY A.) Subject: [KQ] Colin [Nestor's] With the Dew Red as Blood... Message-ID: <1992Sep17.154007.29186@menudo.uh.edu> Date: Thu, 17 Sep 1992 15:40:07 GMT AT NESTOR'S INN: ---------------- Colin has been preoccupied. Though the raid on the drug lab was a smashing success, he has felt uneasy ever since the KronQuestor's return to Nestor's. Partially able to avoid this by eating, the Ranger stuffed himself with vigor. Several members of the party seemed rather tired, but he was not. The same physique that could absorb ridiculous amounts of damage also allowed him to drive himself far past the normal limits of human/elven endurance. So, though weary, it was the weariness of relaxation, not exhaustion. When the flag went up, he knew he would be ready for anything. So far, he was not all that impressed with the quality of the opposition. Oh, they weren't push- overs or anything, but Colin had seen plenty worse [Admin -- 'Course, he didn't see Thk' either!] in his day. Then why did the hackles continue to rise on the back of his neck? Normally cities didn't bother him, but this was getting to be a bit much. The nearest green thing was Thk, lately returned and covered in filth... Uhg. The summed refuse of thousands of beings living in an enclosed space. They had no idea how to live in harmony with Nature, didn't care to. He could show them a thing or three-- < BLOOD SPURTS AS THE TREES RIP APART THE SOFT INVADERS OF THEIR LANDS> Ack! What the... < THE ANIMALS SWARM OVER THE INTERLOPERS, RIPPING AND TEARING > Colin's stomach turns, and he feels a cold sweat coming on. Something is very, very wrong here. He squirms in his chair. < WEARING DARK ARMOR, GRAVEN WITH WOODLAND BEASTS, COLIN SLAUGHTERS THOSE > < FAMILIES SO FOOLISH AS TO LIVE NEAR TO THE SACRED WOODLANDS... > "NO!" Colin bellows, surging to his feet, drawing his longsword and holding it *en garde*, eyes wild, the gem in its hilts baling white. The Questors, jump back stunned at this tranformation in the normally reserved half-elf. "Friend Colin, what issss the matter?" says Thk cautiously, holding his tri- dent as if to ward off unseen foes, and looking for the threat that set the Ranger off. "Do you ssssenssse ssssome danger?" Captain eases his way to stand unobtrusively between Colin and Azzar, who asks, "Is everything all right?" Standing with his blade in hand, blazing forth its magical light, the strange- ness flees as suddenly as it came on. The wild light fades from the ranger's eyes, and he seems to notice his drawn sword for the first time. He frowns at it, seems to concentrate, and the light fades. Moving slowly, a puzzled ex- pression marring his strong features, he sheathes it once more. He looks around. "No. Yes--I don't know..." The other members of the party exchange glances. "I thought I saw something, strange...visions. I--" Colin frowns again. "They're gone. I...can't remember them." He re-seats himself, almost oblivious to the stares, and calls for brandy. semper fi, Jammer Jim Miller Texas A&M University '89 and '91 ******************************************************************************** * Speak for my employers? They don't even know I exist! * *"Become one with the Student Billing System. *BE* the Student Billing System."* * "Power finds its way to those who take a stand. Stand up, Ordinary Man." * * ---Rik Emmet, Gil Moore, Mike Levine: Triumph * ********************************************************************************