From: Thorr-kan, the White Minotaur, and Horde Father-Confessor
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [WM] Meditation
Date: 26 Jul 1993 17:30:11 GMT
Message-ID: <2314b3INNje5@news.gac.edu>

ADMIN:  Recap - After surviving the manipulations of the Elders, the White  
Minotaur was having doubts about his service to Kiri-Jolith.  He retired to the  
roof of the Inn too ponder his next course of action.  In the midst of his  
doubts, Thorr-kan observed a band of satyrs setting of for a performance in the  
square.  Feeling their call for power, the minotaur received his answer.  His  
service to the cause of Good would continue.  This post takes place after the  
defeat of the Reaverschild.

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The satyr group finished their last number and began packing up.  Around the  
square, the crowd began breaking into small groups as people wandered away.   
Since Generica seemed to be intact, Thorr-kan decided that whatever had  
threatened was past.  That was good, because he lacked any energy to help.

Turning from the Plaza, Thorr-kan surveys the rooftop of the Inn.  Shaking his  
head quietly, he strides across it to the western edge.  There, he settles  
himself onto the parapet and sits down.  As he looks over the town Thorr-kan  
thinks of the events that brought him here.  'I am at peace once again,' the  
minotaur muses.  'But I am also completely exhausted.  Little desire to  
continue remains within me.  I need time:  time to gather my strength and time  
to come to terms with what I have accepted.'

A mighty sigh rumbles forth.  Thorr-kan whispers, "But time I lack, eh, milord?   
Instead, I will have to make due."  He glances sky-ward.  "I cannot began to  
explain how TIRED I am of 'making due,'" the minotaur bellows.

He shakes his head.  There is not an answer; there rarely is.

Thorr-kan sits still for several minutes until an idea forms.  Though the White  
Minotaur has rejected most of minotaur society, some teachings he follows yet.   
One is a lesson from the Circus.  A warrior is more than simply muscle.  Over  
the muscle rules a mind that must be tended to.  With a strong mind, a warrior  
can convince his body to even greater lengths, perform much greater feats.  To  
this end, minotaur elite are taught a method of focusing their energies on  
these ends.

Assuming a cross-legged position, the White Minotaur grasps his horns firmly  
and pulls outward.  He creates pain, using it as a focus.  Then he digs his  
claws into his thighs.  The cuts heal almost instantly, but the throbbing from  
them provides Thorr-kan with more of a focus.  With it, he sweeps clear all  
thoughts.  Setting a portion of his consciousness on guard, Thorr-kan lets  
energy flow through him.

For a timeless instant, Thorr-kan drifts at ease.  Nothing matters at such  
times.  The formlessness is a rest of sorts, holding a peacefulness the  
minotaur rarely feels.

The feeling lasts for to little a time.  A presence intrudes on the edge of  
Thorr-kan's awareness.  Instantly, he trains his mind on it.  It wants contact.   
It needs him.  It is... a summons?

No.  

It is a... sending.

An image forms.

It coalesces.

It forms a face...

Thorr-kan returns to the world with an almost audible thump.  Gleep appears in  
front of him chittering and squealing spiritedly.  The pseudo-dragon loops  
around his large friend joyously.  For the first time in many weeks, the White  
Minotaur lets loose a genuine smile.  Raising his arm to give Gleep a perch,  
Thorr-kan says, "I, too, heard, little one.  We are summoned a final time!"

That day, many in Generica heard hearty laughter echoing long and loud across  
the city.  From Low Town to the Palace to the East Gates, people looked up in  
wonderment and fear.  History would record it as the Day of Laughing Spirits,  
but few would ever know its true significance:  A war had ended, a victory had  
been gained.  The long wait was finally over.

"Sar-ella calls!"

"The exile is ended!"

"*WE ARE GOING HOME!*"


-Thorr-kan, the White Minotaur

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Peace through strength!                          Victory through annihilation!
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