From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [KQ][TGMOAB 7.y] Interrogation Message-ID: Date: 21 Dec 92 14:29:36 GMT References: In hutch@ibeam.intel.com (Steve Hutchison) writes: ADMIN: Steve, please don't write for my character again, 'kay? >< up . your . mind . . . See the future branching, there before us. > See, time knots and twists here, loops on itself, but it sorts out. > There, your demon. Let's look back. Good. You see what to do. > Act at this juncture. Go. Do it.>> >The bird-lizard looked at 'Rhoan. "Set him free. He has something >very important to do." The voice was a bell-clear alto warble. >The ranger stared. "'Raelf? Is that you?" >"Yes. Go ahead, let him go." FLICK - the surfer was back. >"Silken, get a move on dude, surf's up!" He grabbed the staff and >snapped off the restraint field. Silken just stopped and looked at the blonde surfer in his stride. He threw his head back and laughed sardonically, mocking the mage. "You just don't understand 'Raelf, do you. You haven't a clue. Things aren't that simple at all." The elf stood up, looking around. There were a lot of people sitting, standing, taking care of Kron. He looked to be getting a bit better so that he could move a bit. Silken turned and looked out onto the night, the city that now seemed so peaceful. "There is no juncture, 'Raelf. This man, whoever he is, I don't know his name, but I know he's far more able than any of us ever were, or are likely to be. You've seen the vision I had. You felt his power protecting Kron from detection while I pummelled him into the ground. You felt that 17th order whatsit, didn't you?" Silken had accidentally picked from among 'Raelf's wandering thoughts the 17th order thing. "But what I do know is that whoever he is, he's consorting with demons, on an even keel. That is BAD news, 'Raelf, no matter which way you look at it. 65% chance, you say? That one I scorn. What about the other 35%. What does that entail? There are others of Power in this world, right? I'd wager the other 35% entails world shattering battles between HIM and others, like that blob you ran away from. Face it, this poor world of ours is on the 99.999% doom track." Silken turned away again. "All it required was Kron's love for his sister. He never should have gone there, none of you should. You would have seen, surfer, that was the only clear way..." -- Haggis: Haggis is a black pudding eaten by the Scots and considered not only a delicacy, but fit for human consumtion.The minced heart, liver and lungs of a sheep are mixed with oatmeal and boiled in the sheep's stomach before ...Excuse me a minute... [Mithrandir/tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]