From: gdh6770@Msu.oscs.montana.edu Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ayl] A message posted Date: Thu, 30 Sep 1993 23:36:02 Message-ID: <00973573.0638B580@Msu.oscs.montana.edu> References: <0097338A.7C24D0C0@Msu.oscs.montana.edu>, In article , zweldron@ruhets.rutgers.edu (Matthew Charlap) writes: > >Aylyra looked up from the scripture she was reading. An expensive volume it >was too, for it was made of parchment made from cured animal hides, freely >given (the animals had died of natural causes- she would never think of harming >a live animal for something a paltry as a text- and NEVER EVER kill a tree >for the purpose of making paper!) > >She saw two figures walking up towards her. One had a fistful of darts, the >other was clutching a book in his hands. Niether one was an unusual sight until >she noticed: >1) there were many punctures in the message board, including one in her >posting. >2) The book seemed to be WATCHING her. >Of course, having a brother who is one of the most learned sages, having many >enchanted tomes, she was not shocked or stunned, just surprised and a bit >curious. Once the two had both gotten relatively close to her she closed >her book and began to speak. > >"Since you have come over here, I assume that for your own reasons, be it >random choice," she looked at the man with the darts, "or some other reason," >she glaced at the man with the book, "you have decided to help me. Before I >go on with any details not mentioned in my post on the bulletin board, I >would like to know a little about you," then, almost as an afterthought, "I'm >sorry, I should introduce myself first. I am Aylyra of the temple of Eetzim >of Qurqir. [note: Qurqir is pronounced quir-KEER] I have only recently come >to Generica, but was told this inn was a good place to gather help. I will >accompany any group who accepts my mission in the capacity of a healer, and >of one with knowledge about known entities that we may meet. > "But anyway, have a seat," she gestures to two other chairs at the table, >and then orders a bottle of wine and two more glasses. "Unless you would >prefer ale?" > >-- "Don't let this miserable fool even touch ale, the last time he got drunk, we wound up being ransacked by some alley rat." The book replied. "Oh shut up, don't you ever stop your complaining," the tattered man pulled up a chair and plumped down into it. "I call myself Winter, and this," he gestured at the book "calls itself Lex, he has a bit of a personality problem". "I have a personality problem, the only personality you have oh stupid one, better suits a mangy rhino-beast in heat." *sigh*, "Anyways, we're new here and your post attracted my attention," Lex, let out a loud *groan* "my services are at your disposal, however what they are, I've seem to have misplaced them at the moment." "What he means to say, that in is infinite ability to mess up he seems to have forgotten his spell casting, I however can make up for that as I am fluent in several of the forgotten languages, and can cast a wide range of magic through the bumbler here." Taken aback, Winter's mouth gaped half open, "you mean to tell me I'm a Mage, damn you Lex, why didn't you say something before?" his features suddenly grew angry, and he looked suggestively at the fire and weighed wether or not to cast the tome into it's flames." "Oh pardon me, tremendously dull and ignorant one you didn't ask, and further more you're not very good so don't get your hope up," the book retorted,"now what is it that you require of us?" ____________________________________________________________________________ Winter ICSAD794@TREX.OSCS.MONTANA.EDU GDH6770@TREX.OSCS.MONTANA.EDU