From: scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ga] Getting down to business Message-ID: <1992Sep20.193648.21804@oswego.Oswego.EDU> Date: 20 Sep 92 19:36:48 GMT References: In article jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes: >The door opens, and in rushes in the dark elf. He quickly closes the door, >then reaches for a chair, propping it under the doorknob. He throws his pack >next to the door and looks around. > >Noticing that everyone in the room is staring at him, he flashes a sheepish >grin. No one says anything. For a long time. The air is thick with the >tension. > >A flutter of feathers brings Dusk to his shoulder, bringing Zebron to his >senses once more. "My sincere apologies, sir," he says, bowing towards >Garriot, "for not introducing myself earlier. I am Zebron Twilight, the >Silver Sword of Eilistraee. I have been requested to become involved in >your, ah, plight, at the request of Khisanth - you look even lovlier than >when I last saw you, an accomplishment I would never have thought possible - >as well as Dusk, the extremely handsome bird at my shoulder. And you," he >continues, pivoting and bowing to the other figure in the room, "must be >Kyleen. An honor and a priviledge to meet you all." Kyleen, much to the surprise of those who assume automatic enmity between those Elves who claim the woods as their home and those of dark lineage, says "well met, Zebron, and greetings from one of Solonor to one of the lady." >"I was going to wait downstairs, but it seems that the bounty on my head has >increased, and the assassins themselves are finding ways to track me to even >the haven of the Dragon's Inn. But now that I'm here, let's get down to >business. I have an ...associate who might be able to help with your memory >loss, good sir. But he could only help if the cause was not magical in >nature; psionic or natural loss shouldn't pose a problem, however." > >"But rest assured, should we seek out Ol'ka-ne or not, I pledge my skill and >sorcery to the task. I would be most honored if you would allow myself to >accompany you and the ladies to whatever goal you pursue." > >At this the bird squawks loudly, obviously irritated. "Dusk pledges as well," >the drow is wise to correct, "for it is at his request I offer my -our- >services. The Maiden knows I've dragged him on more adventures than I've a >right to; seems only fair that the tables are turned. Speaking of tables, >mind if we sit?" Kyleen nods and indicates a place by hers wherein, by the ample magic of the inn, a chair appears. "Tell me sir," she says conversationally, "have you recently visited the Promenade? If so, how fare Qilue and the others in that place?" >-jak >*** Garriot, Kyleen, Khisanth, Zebron, and Dusk! Together again for the first >time! *** After Zebron gives his answer, Kyleen says, "there are three others who have expressed interest in helping you out. One was he with whom I was sitting when the invitation was extended for me to come to this council. His was the second wound I treated last night. I have found no reason for him to be considered untrustworthy. The other two however, appear to be con-artists, hoping to ride on our coattails and clean up with whatever we might come upon" (at this point a wicked smile crosses Kyleen's face). "I am inclined to let them come along, if for no other reason, to teach them a lesson. I am not one to underestimate an enemy, but they spend so much time scheming that we could easily keep them under control. They might even turn out to be useful. Oh yes, and another has shown interest; strange fellow, he is non-magical, yet he can change the temperatures of objects. He did a wonderful job of cooling my wine last night. Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity Oh if people only knew how DULL it was to live in sin!... (.sig subject to change)