Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [blade] Farnham recovers Message-ID: <92317.134928IO20776@MAINE.MAINE.EDU> From: Date: Thursday, 12 Nov 1992 13:49:28 EST [Admin: Max seems to have experienced some kind of time distortion! Farnham has teleported away and had absolutly nothing to do with the reactions of the guardsmen] Farnhams head ached profusely as became conscious. "Where the hell am I?" he thought as he looked around a saw that he was lying on a straw pallet in a small room. "Last thing I remember I was in a glade. In pretty bad shape to , if I remember correctly" Farnham reached around to inspect his wound only to find the shoulder whole. His head turned to the sound of someone approaching. "so yer awake are ya my young little gnome?" This came from an extremely elderly women bearing a cane. "old Hagga fixed ya up good,now its time fer you to help Hagga" "Who are you and how did you find me?" asked Farnham, perplexed yet grateful. "Trinda my daughter found you lying in a glade not far from here and brought you back. You were near death until my potions healed you." "so what is it youd have me do?" replied Farnham. "Yesterday my son aldo disapeared. He was getting mixed up with a group of local ruffians and they all just disapeared. I want you to find him. Promise me you will and I will accept this as payment" Farnham thought back to the group of ruffians who Hendrix had controlled and sent them to attack him. "M'am It may be to late but I promise if its within my power I will find your son." The old women seemed to accept this. "Well, you rest now gnome and soon you can be on your way" After she had left Farnham cast a small but useful spell, withdrawing a small stack of books from a Interdimensional storage space in which he kept his most prized possesions. "Ihavent looked in these for years, really havent needed to...but now Ive got to be prepared" Farnham started studying the most powerful and dangerous spells he knew.