From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ga] [PRU] Cross-over: Zebron's Lunch Message-ID: Date: 3 Nov 92 21:45:27 GMT References: <1992Nov3.085000.3682@wkuvx1.bitnet> fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes: >In article , > jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes: > "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. Recalling the strange dream about a fish asking to use his silver mirror to repair a similar mirror covered in runes, Zebron realized that, once again, sometimes dreams are more than they seem. The dark elven male rises, running his hand through his silver hair to get it out of his emerald eyes, and greets Moria: "Well met, Lady Runecaster. I have but a few moments before my comrades arrive [ADMIN: I just _love_ using temoral inconsistencies to my advantage!], and fear my short note did not convey everything I wanted it to. "I am Zebron Twilight, Silver Sword of Eilistraee, and this is my friend, the raven Dusk. I trust the patrons of this inn have been kind to you? When I first entered, there was much of an uproar, and I had to prove that I was an honorable and kind drow; in fact, I had to prove that creatures such as we existed! "I have walked many lands, and met many who never looked beyond my race. Do not dispair, for where ever Tymora leads you, Eilistraee will follow in your footsteps. Although you may face many foes, remember that each smile, each greeting, each and every time someone looks past your skin into your heart, each time you breathe the sweet breezes of the surface, is a victory. "As for your request, I am gladdened by it. Where I come from, the language of our people does not even have a word for 'friend.' Indeed, the asking has answered the question. I would be honored to count you among my friends, and to be counted myself among yours. "By the way, have you ever heard of Eilistraee?" Zebron continues with an empassioned speech concerning the goddess of the surface renegade drow, sensing an opportunity to preach the ways of his goddess. -jak