From: scheider@Oswego.EDU (Linda Scheiderich) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ga] What has gone before Message-ID: <1992Sep23.233204.13556@oswego.Oswego.EDU> Date: 23 Sep 92 23:32:04 GMT References: In article jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes: >Dusk settles on Zebron's shoulder. He looks at his companions. > >"Methinks we need to regroup. To replan our strategy. We must go over the >facts in order to view them more clearly, more harmoniously." > >With this, he steps over to his pack, reaches into a side pocket, and pulls >out a pan flute. He plays a few bars, and then begins: > > >This is the tale of Garriot >And the friends who have pledged their aid. >Will we succeed? We know not >That part of the tale is not yet made. > >Garriot came stumbling in, >with wounds and without memory >To the mystical Dragon's Inn >To ask for help in a discovery. > >Questions he began to field: >Who he was, where he'd been. >While his wounds were healed. >By the elven maid Kyleen > >Sensing he was in a bind, >Khisanth came to his table >Having powers of the mind >She would help him, if she was able. > >She had two friends, bird and dark elf >Raven and Sword of Eilistraee >They would help, each pledged themself >To aid the other three. > >After an attempt on the life >Of the drow >(He was followed, >He knew not how.) > >The friends retired to a room they warded, >Khisanth, and Dusk, searched Garriot's mind-space >While the others watched and guarded >And through a scrying pool found a friend's face. > >Mardan would soon join the team, >We know not what role he'll take. >But that is later, for first a scream >And Khisanth was awake. > >They were wounded, she and Garriot, >The block in his brain >Simply either magic or mental not >A mix of the twain > >Thornn, Hawksholme, a man >With an evil laugh and beard of black >These are the clues we can >Know Khisanth and Dusk brought back > >Thus the song for know must end, >But it is far from done >For you must realize, my friend >That Garriot's tale has just begun. > >He finishes with a few more bars of the pan flute, then replaces the >instrument. He then looks up at his friends, to see what they think of his >composition, and what they will do next, as the next stanza awaits. > >-jak > >[ADMIN: Someone was wanting a summary of what had gone before, someone else >started a story contest, and we were reading medieval poetry in one of my >classes. No one had put a Garriot's Tale post for a while, so I felt the urge >to alieviate that and stretch my poetic talents as well. The only problem >I thought I would encounter was trying to find a rhyme for Khisanth.] Aaaaahhhhhh! We have been filked!!!!! (Look really closely, most of these verses could be sung to the tune of Gilligan's Island. Cross-post to alt.music.filk, anyone?) Cat, the Mystical Divinity of Unashamed Felinity AKA Kyleen, who never wants to see another head wound, let alone treat one.