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From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [Sorc] Departing
Message-ID: <tkelly.733609464@unix2.tcd.ie>
Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1993 20:24:24 GMT

   
    Saoirse looked at Talon, observing his movements as he collected
things form his own personal laboratory and rooms. She studied him.
  He was old, looked tired and weary of all this. He had no wish to
go gallivanting off at his age. A retired Ambassador, but with no-one
in his place. It had been four years since she had last seen Talon at
the Academy, as he walked among the Council, telling them of the
acheivements in the Guild. Talon was respected. He was friendly with
the Council for the most part, quiet and unobtrusive, yet authoritative
in his own way.
   He turned around, picking up a staff, with a golden jewel gleaming 
brightly at it's peak. Talon does not wish to return to Magira, that
much was evident. Yet he is needed now more than ever. There was no-one
that she could think of who would be better suited, or even at all
suited to the job at hand. He was the only neutral in the conflict that
she knew of.
  And so, she had fled to him with a wild sense that he was the only one
who could help. How she knew this, she was not sure, but she somehow
knew it. Surely, all the meetings in the Council had -

   "Academician, are you ready", a thought message interrupted her.
   She nodded to him, and prepared a transportation spell.

   "Where are we going in the city itself?", he was saying, as she read
 his lips.
   'I believe that we must handle this delicately. I am not privy to the
secrets behind this conflict, but the strife has been building for years
now, Talon. Please, call me Saoirse.'
   "Very well. You know a safe place I trust?"
   Talon was nervous. War obviously wasn't his speciality.

   She simply nodded, and began the spell to take them there.
   We must handle this delicately, she said to herself. But what exactly
could she do, or could Talon do, to save the city from war. Talon would
know, she was sure of it. After all, he understood the real political
motives behind the Council after all. Didn't he?

    She cast the spell, soundlessly, without words, but with agreat deal
of movement using her hands. As the spell drew to a close, a harmonious
melody of notes rang quietly throughout the area. Talon raised an
eyebrow, but merely waited.
   The spell closed.
   There was a flash of light, and the sound of a church organ rang once
with chord. Talon presumed it to be her sigil or somesuch.

   Then there vision changed.
   They were standing in a small alley way, and the sky was a riot of
colour as several bolts of varying types winged their way in many
directions.

    Saoirse looked around in shock.
    Talon echoed her thoughts in speech,
     "Gods above!! I have never seen such assembling of power for such 
  waste!"
 
--
  Mithrandir [tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]
 
Bill has loads of guns, and bombs, and more guns, and is dead cool.
How is dat for Carictar Devleopment -- Alan O'Dea