From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Of a mind Mended. Message-ID: Date: 19 Oct 92 20:40:46 GMT References: <1992Oct19.073823.3285@wkuvx1.bitnet> <1992Oct19.141336.3321@wkuvx1.bitnet> > Within moments of his attack, he realized that while he had not >overestimated her power, he had greatly underestimated her strength of >will. She did not try to "stop" the attack with her newly formed mental >shields, but instead used skills learned from her shielding spells, forming >her shields into a wedge and "splitting" the attack with its cutting edge. >Her incredible single-mindedness and strength of purpose even allowed her >to carry the defence into an attack which Indigo barely expected, but still >turned aside, if not with ease, then not with extreme difficulty. > Then, he happened to look around and saw that they were no longer in the >Inn. She had somehow moved them away and had encased him in a tightening >sphere of force. > With the attack over, she quickly gained control of her senses and moved >them back to their positions in the Inn and dispelling the force sphere. >"An apt test, but I was not totally unprepared as my teachers of old would >have attempted a similar test." > At this she smiled at Indigo and said, "I apologize for any discomfort >that my reflexive attack may have caused, good Indigo." True, he had not expected her attack. However, it was easily dodged and deflected. He was still, impressed, though, and was amazed that this strong willed creature was the same one who had wandered into the inn crying about an outrage. "As your teachers of old would try? My dear, everything you remember is because of me. I know all of your memories and feelings because I reconstructed them. I don't mean to be rude, but is to your benefit to realize what exactly I know about you --- everything." "As for discomfort, there was none. I was not out of the water long enough to dry out much..." In re-acquainting himself with his surroundings, Indigo has noticed the artistic endeavors of Ixnaphior and his offer of a tale. "Please, good sir, tell us your story. There _was_ a story teller weaving a tale about a fish before, but I must have missed the second part. Oh! About your warning to take care in revealing the location of the Silver Sword: he was under the impression that _you_ had dealt with the threat, Ixnaphior." -jak