From: zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Brighter lights and Louder sounds!! Message-ID: Date: 18 Oct 92 02:03:01 GMT References: <1992Oct13.080258.3106@wkuvx1.bitnet> <1992Oct13.153738.3132@wkuvx1.bitnet> <1992Oct17.171129.3268@wkuvx1.bitnet> jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes: >"And please, do not read any dishonor into this request. Repairing your mind >would be a challenge to me, one I readily accept. You would be healed, at >last, for although you have tried many remedies in the past, you have never >encountered a true master of the mind such as the son of Marcus. Seeing you >healed and ending your torment would be my sole reward, and would be more >that enough." >Indigo blanched. He had only intended to be courteous and assuage her fears, >but he was afraid that he had revealed too much of her history, too much of >what he was not supposed to know. >Hopefully, no one would realize his mistake. Unfortunately, Ixnaphior immediately caught onto this. However, since he saw the probe through his amulet, the revelation of the drow's problem didn't change his express, or show in any other way. Indigo's slip was safe with him, so as long as noone else heard Indigo, things were OK. After a moment, however, he allowed himself to think on this, and to figure out if there were any aids he could offer. However, all the healing power Ixy had was to heal the body, not the mind, so he could only sit back, and be ready to help in any way he had offered. During this time, he had finished the sketch. A feild with trees around it, and a ruined temple in the front was seen. The temple had symbols of mental powers engraved around it. He removed his ring and started copying the runes (not the magic kind), symbols, and designd onto a pedistal, upon which a glowing sphere sat. He put the ring back on, and wrote at the bottom: The Golden Sphere of Thought: H | \ / It is my duty to guard its powers <=+========---- | x For I am the Guardian of Thought. H | / \ He then put away his quill, and took out a few paints, and began to color the drawing, still keeping much of his attention on the others.