From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ga] [PRU] Cross-over: Zebron's Lunch Message-ID: <1992Nov3.085000.3682@wkuvx1.bitnet> Date: 3 Nov 92 14:50:00 GMT References: In article , jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes: > When he finished, he gave the note to Dusk, who flew over the crowd and > dropped the note onto the female drow's table. Amachiak was healed, and Indigo was blocking out and repairing the damage that she had somehow caused to Amachiak's fragile mind. Her powers were not needed anymore for this. ##Indigo, I will return momentarily. This table needs to be dealt with before someone breaks through my illusion.## She stood up and streched, and that is why her eyes were closed when Dusk flew by. Perhaps if she hadn't been quite so tired, she would have noticed him mentally, but she did not, so she was surprised to see the small folded parchment on the table, as well as Ixy's drawing, and the fact that Ixy was gone. For a moment, her insecurities of yesterday came back to her, but she set them aside in favor of her friendships of today. She carefully placed Ixy's portrait in a small bag under her cloak, which she proceeded to take off, revealing that not only her face was beautiful. She was wearing a tight-fitting black silk shirt with red runes embroidered into the sleeves and brown leather breeches. The bandages covering her lower arms stop before they reach the lowest part of her short sleeves, and the white material looks out of place on her jet skin. Even with the cloak removed, the only weapons that she can be seen to carry are the hilts of three daggers, one of which is on loan (the owner has yet to reclaim it!) Then she picked up the note and begain to read: > Lady - > There is always a place above, under the skies > and stars. It makes my heart sing to know that another > has joined the dance on the surface. > -Well met and safe travels, > Zebron Twilight, > Silver Sword of Eilistraee Her eyes widen and she glanes down at Indigo, remembering the name of the person that he used as a pattern to repair her damaged mind. Slowly, almost shyly, she raises her eyes to the room and casts around for this Zebron Twilight, both hoping and fearing that he might still be in the room. It does not take long for thier eyes to meet, and she is reassured by that look. She causes the platinum table to rise into the air and creates a new, wooden, table. She forces her way through the rabble with her magic, not ungently, just forcefully, and delivers the table to Littlefair. "As agreed. I also want your best room, prepaid for a month, with 3 meals a day if I so choose, and bath facilities. Can you handle that?" Getting an affirmative, she takes the key and turns back to Zebron and makes her way to his table, pocketing the key along the way. "It appears that I owe you my sanity, and therefore I am in your debt, gladly in this case, but in your debt none the less. I wished to thank you for allowing my friend, Indigo, to use your mind as a pattern in the rebuilding of mine. I am Moria RuneCaster...and I would like...to be your...friend." The manner in which she finished her last sentance makes it clear to Zebron that she is new to the surface, and very new to the idea of friendship. ----- Master Hawk Leader of the Night Parade "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall once more lay his hand upon the world of man." -from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon.