From: s924739@yallara.cs.rmit.OZ.AU (Barry M Prismall)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: A Ranger/Mage walks in.
Keywords: Tarkyn
Message-ID: <18530@goanna.cs.rmit.oz.au>
Date: 2 May 93 07:22:36 GMT


  Closing the pages of his leather bound journal and carefully stowin it in
a pouch at his side, Tarkyn dismounts his steed. After securely tying the reins
to the hitching post he makes his way into the inn. A smile escapes his lips as
he notices the numerous people standing in dark corners, just watching. Many
an eye gazes in his direction as the ranger garbed in green and black finds a
seat towards the center of the grand inn.
  Aranging the two rune swords at his side so that they do not dig into him,
Tarkyn catches the attention on the barkeep who nods once. Like always the
master of the inn has prempted a customer, and on a wooden tray brings forth
a foaming ale. The first sip brings forth memories of a time deep in the
forests when he was being taught of the power that can be drawn from the world
around you. A time when Tarkyn was learning the fundamentals of herb law and
as an apprentices had dabbled in the art of fermentation. But never was it this
good...
  Taking another sip he allows himself to relax further into the trance.
Opening his eyes into that of his past, a scene of giant forboding trees fills
his vision as if he way observing the scene from above. Slowly the perspective
changes as the astral body focuses on a group of people below.
  Withered and gnarled as the great oaks, a man wheezes, "Young Tarkyn remember
this always for this shalt be your last lesson...You ask me about power....we 
all have power...I can see from your eyes that you think that the ways of the
source can bring you fame and riches...that I do not deny...But with every thing
you gain you also lose something else...remember this...."
  With that last word the ranger is returned to the present, tears in his eyes
and the words, "Every thing you gain you also lose" floating chaotically in his
mind. What had he lost when he had used the rune swords to draw part of Raoh's
power into his beeing Certainly his own skills in the ways of the source had
clearly magnified, his aura more intense than ever before...but what had he
lost...
  Draining the last of the ale from his pitcher Tarkyn decided it is time
again to test his mettle against the world...putting to use his newfound power
and searching for that he had lost. From a pouch at his side he removes a piece
of parchment and in a flowing script writes the following message.

[ADMIN] Can this be added to the next bulletin board list

             Ranger on the path of the source seeking work.
                    Skilled as a tracker and healer.
      Also student and practitioner of the numerous forms of magic.
          I can be contacted by leaving a message at the bar.

                             Tarkyn...
           [Barry Prismall. s924739@minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au]

  After pinning the message to the board with the other messages Tarkyn takes
a room at the inn and turns in for the night.