Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: Elanon the Grey <ac559@freenet.carleton.ca>
Subject: [JOI] Should auld acquaintance be forgot...
Message-ID: <1993Sep15.193951.16737@bnr.ca>
Date: Wed, 15 Sep 1993 19:39:51 GMT

[ADMIN]:  Yes, that's right, dear and faithful readers :)  JOI is
starting up again, after a brief interlude for the summer.  This
post is basically designed to give everyone a brief overview of
what happened in the while BEFORE we stopped for the summer.

[JOI]:  Elanon awoke, as from a drugged stupor.  Clouds blurred his
thoughts, and his mind was numb.  His first thought was a rather
predictable "Where am I?" followed by a laugh at his all too
stereotypical reaction.
	Images began to invade slowly, piercing through the walls of mist;
an arrow, a stranger, a ship, a far city.  He looked around the small
island, seeing the sea on one side, and knowing, somehow, that it was
only a mile to the sea on the other side.
	A stream crossed down the way from the camp, also evoking memories.
"If only I could fully remember," thought he.  At this point, he
suddenly collapsed.
	Hours later, he heard a concerned voice muttering.  "The effects 
of the poison seem to be wearing off, but I don't know what it might
have done to him physically and mentally.  I've never seen the poison
they used before, but it's obviously extremely efficient at taking
people to my Lord.  He must have a hell of a lot of will to live, to
have come out of it."
	He wanted to speak, but he could not.  Instead, he dreamed.
	He saw the same ship from his original memories, but this time it
was sinking.  He saw the far city, but remembered more; a ship's 
captain, a valuable spell book, a magical inn.  
	And finally, he saw some otherworldly creature lean back, calmly
aim a dart, and watch the dart go screaming into his own flesh.  He
could see that scene perfectly; with the golden leaves beginning to
fall, and the sunset turning the stream into a pool of blood, in
an example of divine irony.
	After that, his sleep was troubled no more.
	
	He rose the next morning at his normal time, well before the other
adventurers who had taken care of him, but a few things nagged at him.
It had been fall when he had fallen, yet it was now spring.  How had he
been near-dead for all that time?  How had they kept him alive, even
kept him fed?  It was something he resolved he would find out.
	In the meantime, though, time counted, and he wished to be off.
The clouds and mists had left him, and he knew what he was doing now,
and was eager to be off, to the far-away city of Qar-Tima, where his
challenge lay.  The ship was ready, that was the first thing he
had checked.  He would brook no more delay.

											-Ian!
Ian Clysdale	   |  |		One .sig file to rule them all,
Co-Op Student	   |  |		One .sig file to find them,
Bell Northern      |  |		One .sig file to bring them all,
Ottawa, Ontario.   |  |		And in the memory bind them.