Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: asgds@aurora.alaska.edu
Subject: [NKIT][Besht] StormWarnings...
Message-ID: <1993Apr28.110249.1@aurora.alaska.edu>
Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1993 19:02:49 GMT



	Azariah looked at the bustle in the streets.  A cold wind blowing
though him.  There was an air of fear and depression flowing through the
crowds of Generica.  The had survived the worst storm in the history of
Generica and now they were rebuilding.  But, cried their spirits, what of the
next time?
	Fear of what bad things might happen had taken the place of hope.
	Something stirred within him, danger.  Azaria opened himself up to the
Energies of Generica.  And for the first time in his life, he felt fear...


	From temple to temple he wandered.  Those who, durring the storm, had
been sheltered in the Temple of Azpiazu watched him wander.  At each temple he
asked to speak to the highpriest or high priestess.  Then after a few moments
he he would leave, and after his departure the temple would become franticly
busy...

	Seline looked up at the young man who had asked to see her.  Such
strange hair, she though, I've never seen a shade of purple quit like it.
	"Please sit down m'lord..."
	"My name is Azariah, and I don't heve time I must prepare, and so must
you!"  That he was a being of magic had been apparent to her after the first
few seconds he had been in the room, that he had the potential for great power
was also obvious.  That someone of his nature should be so afraid... is not a
good thing.
	"Prepare for what?"
	"A storm, more powerful and more devastating than the one which
devastated the city.  You must prepare your magics, and your shields, there is
great danger!"
	She had tried to get him to explain, but failed.  As the young man left
the temple of Besht, there was a flury of activity, and Seline began to
prepare, for whatever it was that he feared.