From: hsexauer@vax.cns.muskingum.edu (Rapunzel)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [JOI] You people are SO unorganized...
Message-ID: <1993May8.174943.5160@vax.cns.muskingum.edu>
Date: 8 May 93 17:49:43 -0400


	[ADMIN] Okay, I'm serious this time.  I am now really leaving for the
		summer.  Jason, don't kill Aleric...  (just kidding.  I trust
		you...)

	For several hours Aleric slept restlessly.  Sometime near dawn, he
woke and lay there, staring up at the sky.  The faint traces of pink were
just showing, heralding the coming of the sun.  He raised himself on one
elbow and looked around the camp.  Ildamar had nodded off on sentry duty
sometime during the early morning.  He was hunched near a stand of young fir
trees, head on his knees.   Where was Quaeros?  He wasn't in his blankets.  The
others seemed to still be sleeping.  Elanon was sitting up looking around the
camp with a glazed look on his face.  
	A slight buzzing noise sounded briefly.  Aleric scanned the area
looking for the source of the sound.  He couldn't see anything out of the
ordinary, but he could have sworn the buzz sounded like an arrow with loose
fletching.  His attention returned to Elanon as the man's voice began to grow
louder with unintelligible babblings.  Aleric's eyes fell to Elanon's side and
noticed the dart poking from between his ribs.  
	Aleric vaulted to his feet and dashed across the camp to Elanon's side.
The dart had made a clean entry into his side, but the way he was reacting to
it suggested he wasn't even aware of it.  That only could indicate poison.
Aleric looked up to see Quaeros approaching.   Quaeros raised his eyebrows in
silent query.
	"Poison.  Can you do anything?"  Aleric asked.  Quaeros shook his head.
	"I can do nothing for him, except possibly give him a quick death.  My
god is the poisoner, not the healer.  Perhaps his time has finally come to be
free from the strife of living."  Quaeros replied.
	Aleric glared at him and returned his attention to Elanon.  Figures, a
death cleric is no help here.  Darkin had woken by this time and was shaking
Laurenth awake.  Laurenth was not quick to wake up.  By the time she woke, she
ran to Quaeros's side and asked what happened.  Quaeros explained the situation
to her quickly.
	Aleric, remembering Quaeros's response, glared at him again as he spoke
to Laurenth.  "Can you do anything, Laurenth?"
	She acceeded and attempted to heal Elanon.  By using some type of
stone, she healed the torn flesh of his side.  Aleric frowned and asked her
what she did.  He poked at the pile of dust that was all that remained of the
stone.  Laurenth explained her actions and gave Aleric a tea to make for Elanon
when he woke and complained of pain.  She then returned to her bedroll and 
tried to go back to sleep.  It had been a rough night for all of them.
	Aleric covered Elanon with a blanket and asked Darkin to keep an eye on
him.  "Oh, and before I forget, Darkin... Here. I still have your daggers.  I
removed them from the demon's corpse before I buried it."  He handed the
daggers over to their owner and turned on one heel to go add more wood to the
dying fire.  Someone would have to make breakfast for the group, and he may as
well do it.  There were also plans to be laid.  It was evident the group
wouldn't be able to go anywhere for a while until Elanon healed.  Besides, had
earned a well deserved rest after fighting what must have been the entire
population of the underworld.  After the ship and the most recent demons, there
couldn't be too many more available down there just yet.  
	Aleric began rearranging the camp for a prolonged stay.  He'd be damned
if they were to have an unorganized camp if they were staying there for any
length of time...


	[ADMIN] So long all.  Cliffy and I are off until we return from 
		France and Spain, respectively.