Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT)) Subject: [L&S][ST][Shadow]And others, too. A strange revelation... Message-ID: Keywords: Killing, Nobility, drunkard, blood, hearts... Date: Mon, 8 Mar 1993 12:57:08 GMT The sun was coming out, as people started to return to their homes from the party of Luthor and Selene. There was a kind of tired merriment in the air, friends calling to others, new acquaintances making promises to stay in touch and those, who were silent because of their exhaustion. "EEEEeeekk!!!!" "What was that!?" "Where did it come from?!" "Who screamed?" Suddenly the confusion spread among the people like an unwanted disease. Fighters were seeking for targets, spellcasters made their spells to see the cause of this confusion, thus creating more unrest among the normal people and these normal ones, not adventurers nor travellers of strange aeons, ran here and there, seeking for shelter, a cover, a safe haven to calm themselves. "Help... Henrik wasss killed by-by-by...taht..bloody... Noblebeing with hiss Noble d-d-dr-dress on. Not a drop of blood styed on... on... hiss hands...Toree hiss hea-heart out... Slip! Jusst likhe that..." This babbling was heard from a nearby alley, and the bravest of the fighters began to advance towards the sound. It sounded as a speech of some old drunkard, still in heavy booze, trying to make sense to someone about something weird. And that it was. There was an old drunkard in the alley, and he was holding somebody with both his arms. In the poor light of the alley it was impossible to say, wether it was a thing or a human he held, but it was limp, nevertheless. "Let go, mister, and come into the light", shouted someone. The drunkard turned to face the group advancing towards him. It took him a bit of time to realize, that they were real, but when he did, he dropped the limp sack of a human and rushed towards the group. "STOP!!" The man didn't notice this shout and plunged himself to the feet of the first one. "Pleashe, help me..." Then he was gone, as some, not so good witted sliced him in two. The hell broke loose. There were accusations, threats and promises. The uncoscious person was some young lady from the streets of the red lights, whom this drunkard had grapped while she was returning from a client. She couldn't tell anything about the mans ramblings. Neither could anyone else. But after a few hours, the guard could tell, that a drunkard and beggar called Henrik had been found at an alley near the Market Square with his heart torn out of his chest and that no blood was found at the scene. The death was a mystery to the Guard... **************************************************************************** //So, we must a group have, and we must this place secure.// **************************************************************************** JPESONEN@viikki.helsinki.fi /// /// "Is all that we see or seem, There are realities /// But a Dream within a Dream?" Within realities, but /// Edgar Allan Poe THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTES