From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ga] At long last! Phillipe and Simon... (w/ much apologies) Message-ID: Date: 24 Oct 92 04:38:03 GMT References: <92297.125245344LWKC@CMUVM.CSV.CMICH.EDU> [Beginning of tale omitted] >"I'm a sailor by choice, a traveller by accident. Myself and my recent >companion, Phillipe here, arrived at Laurey's court on a pirate-slave sloop >of middling reputation..." "You traveled with pirates?" interrupted the dark elf. > "uh, no, sir, it was selling captured pirates as >slaves, not the other way around..." Not quite the answer Zebron was looking for. The pirates he had known were honorable men and women, forced by fate to plunder in order to survive. He could imagine other types of pirates, however, but could not even consider condoling slavery in any sense - punishment for crimes or otherwise. [More deleted] >"The motto subseded on the crest is my own; Healers are allowed to do such >to their personal arms. Otherwise, you have myself and Phillipe Luyat at >your disposal; by oath and inclanation, we cannot but help those we >see at trouble, and, I have some small experience with memory-related >manners. Indeed, I have two possible solutions to your odd memory loss, >if you should be happy to hear of them...?" Zebron left this question up to the others. Matters of the mind were not his fortay. He was along to ensure that the group would get to where they wanted, and to get what they wanted when they were there. He considered himself an "urban ranger" because of his special talents and skills, and quite adept at using them to get where he was going. However, he had worried about any travelling to be done in the wilderness, his spells consisted of many to speed such travel for himself and Dusk, but he was at a loss as to how the group would adventure in the while. But those doubts had vanished when Alaric had joined them. He looked at the mate of Khisanth and said a silent prayer to Eilistraee for sending him. >Simon sat back, looking polite and happy. Phillipe sat on his chair, >mind spinning. He looked at his ring, looked at Simon, and then back at >his ring, and wondered... A pretty ring. The thought came to the drow via Dusk. He first dismissed it as another one of the raven's "shiny object" cravings, and idly fingered the silver earring that was the bird's idea and usually kept it occupied. But then he noticed that the ring's owner seemed unusually absorbed in gazing at the jewelry. Zebron walked over to Phillipe. "Pardon my intrusion, sir, but I could not help but notice your fascination with your ring. What makes it so interesting?" asked the dark elf. -jak