From: bonapart@drycas.club.cc.cmu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Radj^o man] Prelude- reintro
Date: 23 Jun 93 06:43:13 -0400
Message-ID: <1993Jun23.064313.1@drycas.club.cc.cmu.edu>

Prelude:

The Radj^o man: A figure of folklore dating back from the first 
Generica.  Originally a creature of terror who preyed on unclean 
women, currently just thought of a ÔbogeymanÕ to scare children 
with.


	- ElmyÕraÕs guide to folklore and superstition, volume 3.



	The woman had been riding for several weeks, and when 
Generica rose into sight a smile broke out on her face.  ÒA bed 
and a warm meal tonight, thank god!Ó  Her horse continued to plod 
along, keeping its thought to itself.

	Delena smiled, and stretched.  The trip north had been long, 
tiresome (at times), and dangerous, but it had also been 
rewarding.  Here and there around her person were cashes of 
various rare materials that some wizards and sages would chop off 
their right arms for.  Or someone elseÕs.  She drew a strip of 
cloth out of a pack, and tied her hair up out of her face.  It was 
a warm day, and even if she had been traveling for almost a month, 
it was no reason to ride into town disheveled.


	Riding up to the East Gate, she recognized one of the Guards.  
	"ÒPeter!"Ó  

	Peter turned around, and saw her. "ÒDelena!  ItÕs nice to see 
you again... momÕs been worrying about you.Ó"

	She shook her head and sighed.  Peter'Õs mother ran a small 
food store near her house, and was constantly trying to mother 
her.  It got hard to resist.

	Peter waved her through, and she smiled as she came up to her 
place.  It wasnÕt large, but it was big enough for george and 
herself, her shop and their experiments.  She slid off the horse, 
and opened the place.  


	A few hours later, she wandered by Sylvia'Õs foods, the local 
mom-&-pop store.  

	"ÒHi, Morris.  Sylvia around?Ó"

	"DELENA!Ó

	She grinned.  "ÒApparently so."Ó

	Sylvia navigated her bulk out of the back of the store, and 
regarded her with dismay.  Ò"Every time I see you, you are so thin!  
Why donÕt you eat?  My Charles here, he is a bird and he eats more 
than you!"  Charles, a brightly colored tropical bird on her 
shoulder, woke up enough to echo her "ÔDonÕt eat! DonÕt eat!Õ".

	"ÒSuch a noisy bird.  So, you are home now?Ó"

	Delena nodded. "Òyeah, and I'Õll need you to send over some 
food... the usual order.  IÕ'll take some stuff now to eat"
Sylvia nodded, and as Delena shopped, she looked up and frowned.  
"ÒStormÕs coming."Ó

	Delena frowned, and looked around.  "ÒDoesnÕt look like it to 
me... clear sky, no clouds...Ó"

	Sylvia shook her head.  "ÒNo... a storm.  You canÕt see it 
yet, but itÕs coming."Ó

	Delena picked up a few fruits and vegetables, paid, and 
wandered home, breathing in the strong scent of a medival-fantasy 
town.  

	ÔWell...Õ she thought, ÔItÕs nice to be back.Õ


ADMIN: Well, itÕs summer, and I'Õm back.  Got some interesting 
ideas, too....


-john

bonapart@drycas.club.cc.cmu.edu
Formally jf2z@andrew.cmu.edu
(John C. Fiala)