Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring) Subject: [inn] Medor/Kloote Reunion Message-ID: <1993Jan17.192101.2477@rhrk.uni-kl.de> Date: Sun, 17 Jan 1993 19:21:01 GMT Characters: Medor, Kloote, Gwaliostrok (Introducing), Littlefair /Fun!/ Medor thought as he flew acroos the room. He rolled to a stop in one of the corners and crawled up the wall behind a couple dark cloaked people. Looking out over the crowd, it didn't take long to find his mage. He dropped to the floor and scurried over to where the nice friendly mage that didn't try to burn him was. But he wasn't there... /Ah, THERE he is!/ Medor practically flew to the table and dug his way up the back of the chair. Reaching the top, he flopped himself on Kloote's shoulder and heaved a little lizard sigh. /I'm back./ ------ Kloote was brooding over his cognac and looking contemptuously into one of the dark corners. Bah! - people sitting around in corners wearing black cloaks and hiding their faces in the darkness! Despicable! His nose went up a bit. Suddenly he felt something touch his shoulder, and in the same moment he could see the face of the dark stranger as clearly as anyone else's. It was a middle-aged, bony, and melancholic face. Kloote turned his head and found that abominable lizard that had earlier climbed his leg sitting on his shoulder. It was much warmer than last time, and its feet were dirty with ashes. He grabbed it and looked at it in anger. He opened his mouth - but then his eyes wandered around as if in thought. He looked at the other corners, and he could make out more faces. Out the window he could see details of the snow-covered Plaza, in spite of the time of day (or rather, night). He looked back at the lizard, which clinged to his arm and seemed to regard him lovingly (surely an illusion). Could it be... he grabbed the reptile at the neck, ripped it from his arm and attempted to test his hypothesis by dropping the lizard, but the night vision vanished when the thing's feet lost contact with him. Aha. The conjurer hesitated, then said, "OK, you seem to have advantages. You can stay here, lizard, but don't think it's for ever!" He brushed the dirt off his cloak, put the creature back on his shoulder and watched the dark corners. He stared into the melodramatic face of one of the dark-cloaked figures. It seemed to say "I'm mysterious! I'm an enigma! Why don't you look at me from the corners of your eyes and ask yourself "Who may this be?"" When the guy noticed Kloote staring at him, he was surprised. Kloote grinned broadly. The stranger was confused. Soon he got nervous. Finally he stood up and left. Kloote stared at the next one. ------ Gwaliostrok was in a bad mood. The Archmagi had chased him around a lot that day. Do this, do that. He didn't like his job in the Guild that much, but he always tried to be correct and do more than necessary. Perhaps Rivy would one day know what she had in him. Perhaps he'd become an Archmage, he'd leave that Department of Bureaucracy and get a department of his own... Littlefair brought him another wine. He sighed. Yes, she had duped him. She had made that damn contract with him. "Guild Master" indeed. But he couldn't dislike her for it; she was so... so... fascinating. He sighed again. Was that man watching him? Staring at him! And grinning! Could he know about the contract? Probably everybody in the city knew how silly he, Gwaliostrok, the great wizard, had been! "Isn't that the wiz that signed the contract about the Guild Master job?" they'd say. "Yes, he didn't know that Guild Master is only a minor position in the Department of Bureaucracy! Ha Ha Ha!" Well, this one had apparantly recognized him. He seemed to be a mage himself, having a familiar and no weapons, and an arrogant one at that. He would soon know that Gwaliostrok was still a man to be reckoned with! ------ Grin - Medor the Night Lizard (Chris Steiner) and Lifilis Kloote, conjurer and artist (Thomas Kettenring)