Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: stv@unislc.uucp (Steve Spencer)
Subject: [Thelbrin] New guy
Message-ID: <1992Oct21.153105.18694@unislc.uucp>
Date: Wed, 21 Oct 1992 15:31:05 GMT

Thelbrin strode confidently into the tavern. He smiled to himself briefly
as he studied the quaint little place with interest. "Hmm..." he mused
to himself, "not exactly what I'm used to, but rather interesting indeed."
He pulled a slender hand through his snow whit hair, and relished in its
silk-like quality. Oh yes, it had been so long since he had been to a place
like this. Hell, it had been so long since he had been in a place at all!
Well, no time for feeling sorry for one's self now. Sure, chasing the four
winds to the corners of the earth, forcing the wraiths and breezes to keep
the pace had its drawbacks. But hey, everyone who received powers from the
winds in life knew that there was a price to pay sooner or later. And he
was just there to make sure that they all kept tha pace, or were destroyed.
No, he was no diety, he wasn't really even a demon (thanks to his human 
half) but it was easy to see how many of those unfortunate souls saw him as
one. I mean, it is hard to hold good feelings toward one who is at your
heels for all of eternity. But owell, that was nothing to think about now. 
He had given up all of that. He'd struck a deal with the powers that be, and 
they were giving his chance to be mortal. After all, it really wasn't his
choice to become the hellion that he was for so many thousands of years. 
When your are born in the sky, your life is fairly well laid out for you. 
Which was always difficult for thelbrin, since his human side gave him
something that the other elementals did not have; a concience. And damnit,
for once he was going to do what it told him.  
	"Can I get you anything?" came a melodius, milky sweet voice from
behind him.
	"Yes, an ale, please." He was in the proccess of turning to see who 
he was speaking to, but he stopped in mid turned, and smiled to himself 
again. That was the first time he had ever heard his own voice. Rather a
pleasant sound, he thought. But then the howl of the wind does get rather 
manotinous at times. 
	Well, since we have a voice, we probably have a few other new parts
that we may wnat to know about. So Thelbrin took to looking over his new body.
Hmmm... Not terribly broad as far as humans go, actually fairly skinn... no,
that's not that word. Hmmm... slender? No no no. Sleek. Yes, indeed, that
was the best description, a varitable steamline of the flesh. But then what
else was to be expected by a body designed by the winds. And the flesh was
as white as a new fallen snow. White? Wait just a minute here! He glanced 
quickly around the room. Damn! Damn elementals always were color blind! 
Humans aren't really "white", they're more of a light pink, or brown, or
even varying shades of yellow and red. But never a true colorless white. 
Hell, even their albinos weren't THIS white! Owell, nothing he could do
about it now. Just make the best of it. 
	He reached his hand up, and gently traced the outline of his right
ear. Yes, he was indeed pleased that he had opted for the elvish-style
ears. He had always found them far more atractive. 
	He was too busy admiring his garb to even turn around when he heard 
his ale baing set on the table to his side. Hmmm... Black clothing. Not 
exactly the best choice of color, given his pale skin (he didn't know it at
the time, but the black garb caused an eerie look due to the fact that his
eyes too were totally black. A total lack of any color at all). 
	Thelbrin turned slowly, and picked up his ale. "Hmm..." he thought
to himself as he took a sip of it. " A bit on the warm side. But luckily
I was able to retain a small amount of my former powers. And how did I know
to order an ale anyway? Hell, how did I even know what ale was? Hmm...
instinct I guess. No bother. Now... let's see about cooling down this ale."
	A stiff breeze blew back Thelbrin's hair as a mystical chant
began to form on his lips. While others in the room did notice the hair of
the pale-man blowing about, no breeze was felt by them (he had more than 
enough ability to direct the gusts only where he intended them to go).
	"I am son of the wind, I am spawn of the storm.
	 I am Thelbrin, your kin. And I summon your swarm
	 Of hapless hell heathens 'Oer who the four winds prevail
	 Send me a few, To put a chill on my ale. "

	With that, the mug of ale that Thelbrin held quickly frosted over.
He smiled to himself, and took a dep drink of the ice cold liquid. "Oh yes,"
he smiled "I do beleive I'm going to like it here."


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	Dark on the horizon, roaring like a titan as it forms
	Like a phoenix in the wind, a mystic magic to contend
			 The mighty Storm
	Steve Spencer					stv