From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Ga] Hawksholme... Message-ID: Date: 9 Mar 93 19:52:00 GMT [ADMIN: Sorry this is rushed, and that I didn't mail it out first, but it's midterm time here and I'm kinda short on time...] Mist. Gray mist. That was all Zebron could see around him. How long had he been here? It could have been a moment, or it could have been eternity; time had no place in the gray mist. Then, the mist began to clear... Glancing around, Zebron realized that he was in a cave of some sort. It looked natural, but was furnished in such a way as to make it evident that this was someone's home. An old, wizened human was standing nearby, his head bald and covered with elaborate tattoos. He appeared to have just completed a spell of some sort, and was looking straight at Zebron and the rest of the party (who Zebron now noticed around him, in precisely the same positions they had been in in the clearing). Behind the old mage was... Garriot! Lying on a stone bier, with elaborate runes traces in shimmering silver around him, Garriot appeared to be in a trance of some sort. A shimmering magical aura around him told even the least knowledgable of magic in the party that some powerful enchantment was at work here. The old man nodded to them and spoke: "Greetings," he said, in a surprisingly strong baritone voice, "I am Jaru."