Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: ac169@Freenet.carleton.ca (Darryl Farr)
Subject: [JOI] Ildamar sez Hi!
Message-ID: <1993Mar29.230133.29441@freenet.carleton.ca>
Date: Mon, 29 Mar 1993 23:01:33 GMT


	Ildamar looks around at the gathered adventurers with a measuring
gaze.  <<Well, this is shaping up to be a potentially interesting group. 
I just hope Elanon and I can keep the damage to a minimum>>  "My story,"
he says, "My story is not a long one, though it has surely been long in
the living.  I search for others like me.  I am of an ancient and not
well-known race.  Many years ago, there was a war in our homeland, and
many of us were taken as slaves, or prisoners.  The war is over now, and I
travel wherever my travels take me, always searching.  With regards to
your inquiry, friend Quaeros, I am well versed in the ways of the wild,
and move with much stealth when circumstances so dictate.  I am also
skilled with a blade, though I try to avoid its use when possible.  I will
not kill another, save if my life, or the lives of my companions are in
serious danger, and it still pains me greatly to do so.  Friend Alarond. 
It may hearten you to hear that my people, too are not unskilled in the
ways of form-shifting, and I find my skills in that area to be of great
use at times.  For the most part, I seek to prevent the actions of evil
where it may lie, and return those of my kind whom I meet to our homeland.
 That said, I believe that I will now take my leave and rest for the
morrow, as we will be leaving at dawn."  Finishing his speech, Ildamar
rises from his seat and climbs the stairs. 

-- 
Darryl Farr                             An old grey horse stood on the wall,
The Grey Man                            As daft as he was high.  
                                        He had no fear of falling down,
ac169@freenet.carleton.ca               He thought he was a fly.