Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: ac559@Freenet.carleton.ca (Ian Clysdale) Subject: [JOI] [ADMIN] The Fellowship of the Dark... Message-ID: <1993May7.054202.18260@freenet.carleton.ca> Date: Fri, 7 May 1993 05:42:02 GMT [ADMIN] First, I'd like to echo some of the stuff that Johann said earlier; I would like to see this get started again, but I do understand what's happening with the summer. I think that we have to make a decision about whether we're going to put time in stasis over the summer; I'll send out a longer e-mail message later on this topic. Secondly, for myself I'm going to be away for the better part of the summer, so if we do continue, we'll have something happen to Elanon. Thirdly, has anyone kept full records of this thread all along, by any miraculous chance? I would really like to compile this thread eventually when it is finished, but I have a rather limited connection here, and they would literally strangle me if I tried to keep all of the posts on the computer here. Anyways, away from boring ADMIN topics, and on to... [JOI] Elanon looked around the camp, the scattered parts of the people who had joined them. Seeing the state of the camp, he could not help but feel some guilt. These people were here through his call, his was the name they followed. And he had brought them here; to be killed by demons leagues away from their destination, in a small island full of dark forests and murky streams. Miraculously, all of the fellowship were still alive, despite the fact that almost all of them had at one time or another been involved in some desperate fights with the otherworldly beings that pursued them. Elanon was worried in some part that he had not been targeted by these enemies yet -- did they have something still in store for him? While carrying out the work that needed to be done, he still kept a paranoid eye on the world around him. He cleaned up the mess left by the demon who had disguised himself as a stranger and attacked Kyar and Aleric, and then he began to bandage Kyar. Looking at Kyar, he hoped that the wounds were not serious. Demon- inflicted wounds were never something to be taken lightly; they led to fevers, agues, and all too often death. Elanon's cursed memory kept flashing back at him, showing pictures of those same ailments... *small children, those of friends, screaming away in delirium*...*warriors, strong warriors, dying the death of a traitor, having their insides die in the most painful way, leaving them screaming for mercy*...*his lifemate, stretched out and raped by a group of gob-demons, which their spoor killing her afterwards*... Dimly in the background, Elanon was aware of Aleric running towards his form, which by now was sprawling down, babbling away more inanities, as the dart which had hit his side began to enter the bloodstream. *villages who resisted, each woman man and child burned alive*... *worms slowly eating out men's brains, as the black mages watched and laughed*...*thousands of deaths imagined, all of which were to good for those dark-spawn*... Dark thoughts ran through Elanon's mind, and distorted themselves through his mouth, as he writhed on the ground. Eventually, his mind and his mouth became silent... -Elanon of Ullswater- -- Ian Clysdale | "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Student, Bell High | Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Nepean, Ontario | Oh frabjous day, Callooh Callay, AC559@FREENET.CARLETON.CA | He chortled in his joy..."