Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: ae771@Freenet.carleton.ca (Bronwyn Boltwood) Subject: [JOI] Peregrine Wanderer Message-ID: Date: Tue, 21 Sep 1993 09:47:13 GMT Okay, right now this is Bronwyn Boltwood speaking. I'm new here, so people, tell me if I'm doing something wrong etc, advice is welcome. I don't know quite how to work in all this. My character is Peregrine Wanderer, and you'll find out more about her as time goes on. I don't really know her very well yet, but it looks like she's a rather secretive person. Tell me if I'm invading your territory or using a name that's taken or otherwise breaking the rules because I don't know the territory yet. This is my first night here in Dragon's Inn, somehow telling you these tales while I am on Isle. Perhaps it's Jsy that's doing it. You'll find more out about him when Peregrine starts talking. * * * I watched unnoticed from the shadows between the trees. Although I do not need to be hidden in them, it is always a good precaution. There have been strangers camping in the clearing for many moons now. This forest, my home, is alien to them though it does not seem to have set itself against them. I can feel that with my staff, the forest knows that they need shelter. One, the red-haired one, has been very ill during their stay. Jsy tells me that that illness is what drove them here, to Isle. I have lived here for many years now, wandering. Isle is a beautiful place. I have not watched these people much, though they have been here for a long time, except for the last few days. Red Hair, the ill one, has woken up and is starting to move around, talk...he is recovering from whatever happened. I cannot tell from this distance what it is. My healing knowledge is modest, I am no healer. Naught but a wanderer. I never wished to marry or to take trade. The others in the party flock round Red Hair, trying to convince themselves it seems, of the fact that he is regaining health. He must be important to them, perhaps the leader. Who are these people I ask myself, where have they been, what are they doing, why are they here, how did they arrive? They seem to be something like wanderers, I do not see any tradeguild marks which I recognize, though I have been in our port markets. They are not nobles, all seem to be equal. Who are you, strangers? Why are you here? Will you stay? Where will you be going if you do not stay? Should I let you see me? I move from the shadows, and draw back the hood of my daycloak. I bring out my pipes, and begin an old tune, something that perhaps they will recognize. It is an old song, known many places. I have heard the sailors sing it. A la claire fontaine, m'en allant promener..... I do not want to just walk into their camp, I cannot do that. Let them find me instead. Let us see how accute their eyes are. BB! -- +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-<*>-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ | Bronwyn Boltwood ae771@freenet.carleton.ca near Ottawa Ontario Canada Me! | | The world's confusing but it holds joy too. Do your best to find the joy. | +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-<*>-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+