From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Of a mind Mended. Message-ID: Date: 19 Oct 92 15:08:04 GMT References: <1992Oct19.073823.3285@wkuvx1.bitnet> >> Ke'Havren, last member of the Third House of Havenshome?" > > For a moment the newly healed psychic simply sat there and Indigo hoped >beyond hope that his healing had been correct. Then, slowly, she took a >deep breath, held it, and let it out again, her eyes closing tightly. With >infinite slowness, a single tear formed and ran down her face. > "You may call me Moria RuneCaster, for my old name draws me back to a >time when I was not who I am now, and those memories hold no love or >friendship to me. Let this be the birth of Moria RuneCaster, and let Moria >Elanhal Ke'Havren and the third house of Havenshome rest in the deepest of >the nine hells." Indigo smiled broadly. "I am glad to have been of service. But there might be another to whom you owe thanks. Were it not for another drow upstairs, I would not have known where to start in order to help you. He, like you, is an outcast. He, like you, forsake his house name for another. He is Zebron Twilight, the Silver Sword of Eilistraee. "He was more than ready to help you, and wanted me to pass on this message: 'Well met! And welcome. There is always a place under the skies for you.'" Indigo was proud of his accomplishment. Very proud. He was also honored that Moria took the name he had given her. He looked at her, looked at the lone tear crossing her cheek, and knew that she cried out of happiness, not sadness. And he knew it was because of him. His own tears of joy mingled with the salt water in his tank. But the test was not over. He prepared a psionic attack, not his best, but still one that packed a punch. He looked into her eyes and hoped she would understand. He attacked. -jak, player of both Zebron and Indigo so I can do what I want :P