Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Angus tells a story
Message-ID: <1992Oct14.050154.7624@iscsvax.uni.edu>
From: lapham3760@iscsvax.uni.edu
Date: 14 Oct 92 05:01:53 -0500


>Not really waiting for a reply, Radan turned to Angus, gave him a wink and a
>nod towards Bronwen and said,"lucky son of god, I will see you later, I have to
>get some supplies, and talk to a friend later.  We'll get you some help for
>what ills you, although someone has taken an iterest in your well being
>already..."  Radan got up and went over to Merol, "I will be in my room Merol,
>and I have arranged for some accomodations for you.  There will be a fresh set
>of clothes, Hmmm..."  Radan looked at him critically, and sized him up.
>"Yes, I think we can fix you up.  I will see you in room 207, that's down
>stairs, and down from my room, 201.  See you when I see you." As Radan turned
>to go, his pony tail braid fell out from behind his collar, but quickly
>stuffing back under his shirt, he quickly left the mess hall, and passing a
>gentleman going under a table nearby, and a LOUD ruckus going on afterwards,
>Radan just shrugged, and went to his room...

ADMIN: this occurs before any fighting on the Arcus!!!

        Angus' eyes followed Radan as he scurried away. "lucky son of god. 
What could that mean?" he thought.  Angus was somewhat uncomfortable around
these new people.  He couldn't think of anything to say.  Hw ran over things in
his mind.  "Hello, where are you from?  NO! You look a little underdressed for
the occassion.  Definetly No!"  At last he was saved, one of the children he
had been entertaining earlier came up to him.  
        "Mister Stroy Man,  My mommy said that I couldn't play after dark so I
was wondering if you could finish your story?"  The child looked up at Angus
with one of those irresistable looks.  His eyes held so much emotion.  Angus
had to give in.
        "Alright, I can finish it now.  But first don't you think we should get
the other children?"  Just as he spoke a crowd of children gathered around him. 
He looked at their eager faces and felt at home.  He was once again playing to
an audience, an adoring audience.  "Now where was I..."
        "The village of Lagan, I believe," answered Bronwen.  Angus looked over
his shoulder at her and noticed that she seemed to be part of his adoring
audience also.
        "Thank-you.  The little boy looked all around.  Bright colours were
everywhere.  He was at the end of the rainbow.  He quickly hid behind the
nearest tree, in hopes of seeing a leprechaun or two.  He waited for a long
time.  He kept very still and very quiet.  After what seemed like years, the
boy saw some movement.  Through the haze of colour hecould see the shapes of
two small men.  They were singing and dancing as they passed through the glint
of the rainbow.  As they came nearer to the boy one of the said, "Moy feet arre
gittin toyered.  I need ta rest."  "Then rest ya stupid git," bellowed the
other, "But ya won't see mee gittin caught by nobody."
        The boy waited until the leprechaun was asleep.  Slowly he crept around
the tree, until he was right over his victim.  Then with all his might, he
grabbed the leprechaun and held him fast.  "Give me my wish!" he yelled.  "Give
me my wish!"
        "Owlright, ya've got me now.  Put me down and I'll grant yer wish." 
The slowly let go of the leprechaun, all the while keeping his eyes attatched
to him.  "Whutll it be, then?"
        The boy thought for awhile.  He wanted to make this the best wish ever. 
The boy finally mde his decision.  "I want to fly," he said.
        "Ya asked fer it," replied the leprechaun as he cast his magic spell. 
The leprechaun then turned and walked up the rainbow, satisfied that he had
done well.
        The boy never returned to Lagan.  His parents searched for him for many
months to no avail.  One thing the villagers did notice, though, was the
appearance of a single male peacock." 

        Angus leaned forward to the children and said, "Be careful what you
wish for, you may get it."
        The whole company watched as the children returned to their parents. 
Some were crying, others were giving warnings, still others laughed as if it
was a joke.  Angus was pleased to see that their reactions were so varied.  He
turned back to the table and let his eyes wander down the row of faces. 
Bronwen still seemed enthralled.  Shade and Jenever looked fairly impressed. 
Finally Angus' eyes came to Killian.  Angus was struck by his red hair, but not
so much as with his obvious musical talent.  "Moy dear sirr, I happin ta be
lover of all maner o' the arts."  Bronwen noticed that his accent had changed. 
"Could ya play us a noice soothin' tune?" 
        Killian obliged the request and played a melody that was sweet and
fair.  Angus rested his head in his hands.  The voice was invading his thoughts
again.  He tried to think of a song to cover it up. "In the year of our lord
Twelve hundred sixty three, There came Norweigian warriors across...Hey It's me
...The mighty sea.  They were led by King...why don't you listen to
me..Haakon, for plunder...hey I'm trying to talk to you here, cut the
singing..THEY DID LONG, AND FINALLY THIER SHIP...would you cut that out!"
        "WHY CAHN'T YA LEAVE ME ALONE!"
        Everyone was amazed.  Kilian stopped playing and attempted an apology,
but Angus was already up from his seat and heading for his room. He tried to
concentrate on his room number.  "205...205...Hey Angus, that is your name
isn't it?  Why don't you just talk to me?...205...205...205...I've been trying
for over two weeks now.  Please just talk to me."
        Angus was at his door.  He fumbled for his keys and finally opened the
lock.  He entered the room and sat down on the meager bed.  "Owlright, what do
ya want?"
        "That's better.  Do you now that girl likes you?"
        "Ya mean that one who was listenin to moy story?"
        "Yes, that one.  I think you should..."
        "Oh moy god, I'm possessed!"