Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [AG] So close and yet so far Message-ID: <1g1fgpINNhd9@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu> From: cj841@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Chris Steiner) Date: 8 Dec 1992 06:31:52 GMT Aglarond stepped into the barn. He was suprised to see Toscon and Effandir raving like the lunatics that they were. "What's wrong?" asked Aglarond. "They killed our horses!" screamed Effandir. "You didn't expect them to?" asked Aglarond. "Anyways, how did the diplomacy go?" "They decided to forget that we came," said Toscon. "They declined my most generous offer?! I don't believe it! What are you doing around here then?! Go back there and KILL them!" Aglarond forced his hirelings out the door in his frenzy. He proceeded to destroy anything and everthing that he could within the barn. Including the skulls of those unfortunate enough to have been in there for the first bloodshed. After Aglarond had gotten his temper under control, he set out using his map to find where the urn was. After all, his hirelings could take care of the rabble that inhabited this place. And if they couldn't, the rabble would have been sufficiently weakened for Aglarond to handle without much trouble. A few hours later, Aglarond was sure that he had found the place where the urn was buried. Summoning his mental prowess, he focused his inner thoughts. Brought his body and mind to oneness. He would move the earth with his very being. Nope. His nose began to bleed. A clear sign of his inability to move the earth, and the strain of trying. He still had hirelings, he thought, that would dig for him. Aglarond could, however, enhance his eyesight so that he could see the plantation buildings. It seemed that the battles were over. There didn't seem to be any actiity. Aglarond proceeded to walk to the mess hall of the plantation. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Safu that the thoughts aquire speed the lips aquire stains the stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. - Mentat Piter De Vries