Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: arsmith@nyx.cs.du.edu (Alan Smith)
Subject:  [Spinoff] Pilot episode, Part II.
Message-ID: <1993Jul21.214010.5451@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu>
References: <1993Jul21.102807.20277@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu>
Date: Wed, 21 Jul 93 21:40:10 GMT

In Alamatar Valasha and Sharn immediately sprinted for one of the temples,
and Palandun only stuck around for a brief goodbye before heading off on his
little quest.
  "I'm not sure you really want to do this." He said to Rayon.
  "Lycra is my one true love."  Rayon replied.  Palandun darted a glance
at her, then furrowed his brow again.
  "One of these days I really should figure you two out.  She doesn't seem 
real good for you."
  "I'd die without her."  This statement brough a 'don't gimme that' look
from the Bismanian.  "Palandun, you obviously don't understand, and I can't
explain it in words, maybe you should go back to Orluccar and see the oracle."
  "No thanks.  I remember the last time."  Rayon thought back, Palandun had
told the story, something about carrots.  He shrugged.  "Well, I gotta go."
Palandun said, "Good luck and fare well, wherever you fare."  With that
he jogged off to find a camel rental place.

  Lycra came up to Rayon,  "He's off on his wild goose chase, then." She said.
  "Yes." The laconic reply.  This got Rayon a peck on the cheek.
  "C'mon, lets find the hotel, I'm dying for a bath."  They did, and Lycra, then
Rayon bathed.  Then they discussed their future.

Three months ago in Underhaven, the king had discovered something the two of
them had kept secret for years, they were deeply, passionatly in love, and      
wanted to get married.  The king, of course, promplty said "No."  A princess
should marry a prince, he decreed, and not some paladin from across the mystys.

The two of them had scoured the Great Heath, but there were no openings for
a prince, and had decided to cross Parahan and get to Rameshan, where it
was said the ruler had no heir.  They found out the Shaheran was fourteen
years old in Orluccar, and abandoned that idea.  Lycra, acting on a whim
"Feminine intuition" she called it, had booked them in the convoy to Alamatar.

A situation which left them stuck with the Rezzian desert between them and
anywhere.  

  "Now where to?"  A long debate ensued, and finally they decided, Dansushar,
where they would sweep up the west coast and then decide again at Magira if
nothing panned out.  Passage was booked on the next convoy out, based on a
promise to behave from both of them.