Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: asgds@acad2.alaska.edu
Subject: [NKIT] durring the storm...
Message-ID: <1993Apr14.181528.1@acad2.alaska.edu>
Date: Wed, 14 Apr 1993 22:15:28 GMT


	This storm is a thing of evil.  I don't like it.  There is magic in
this where and when, there is also some great evils.  Generica, that is this
cities name.  I am near a where called the Buffer.
	Azariah looked about himself.  The storm had reached its height
and he had rarely seen such destructive power shown through weather.  The
streets had become varitable rivers.  buildings were toppling and people were
dieing.  This was bad.
	I must do something...

	"You there, boy, come out of the storm!"  a worried looking man was
calling out to him from a very sturdy looking stone building.  The building
looked out of place.  He entered anyway.  This was a being of power.
	As he came into the building the old man saw that the sprites hair was
not black but a dark purple.  His eyes were a bright blue.  He was SO young.
	"I am Azariah." he said looking at what appeared to be an old man.
	"You know me for what I am don't you?" Azpiazu asked with amusement and
wonder.
	"You are one of Power."	 Azpiazu smiled, beings such as he were so
basic.
	"What are you?"
	"Azariah.  I am a traveller."
	"From?"
	"Otherplace."
	"Come you must help me to help the unfortunates being hurt by 
this storm."  Azpiazu smiled, this was going to be interesting.
	"Alright."  said Azariah.  This being is good.

	For the rest of the storm many of the poor and the homeless of Generica
were saved by entering a stone building that they had never noticed before.  At
the time nobody had bothered to talk to one another, they were too busy
trying to survive.  But latter when they met in the aftermath of the storm,
they realized that they had all seen a different building, and a different
host.  The only thing they realized was a common point was the strange
purple-haired lad with the blue eyes, who had helped the host feed and care for
 the refugees.
	His name was Azariah.