Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: arsmith@lamar.ColoState.EDU (Alan Smith) Subject: [Colony] Premonitions. Message-ID: Date: Fri, 08 Oct 1993 06:53:43 GMT The Ilmatrans were deciding how much supplies to order, and one of the low priests kept telling them to order more stuff. Eventually the High Priest got annoyed with this underling's continual butting in, stood up, and adressed him. "Why do you press us to get more of everything?" He asked. "Not everything, Wise One, only that which we use to aid the sick and wounded. I have a feeling that we will be needing them very soon." The other priests did not hear him mutter 'I hope' under his breath. The low city fence went into the temple of Tymora religiously to get his luck-forcast. Sometimes the priestess smiled, sometimes she didn't. This time she didn't. "This is the worst forcast I ever saw." She said without even being prompted. "Whazzit mean?" The fence asked, looking paler. "Either you will be eaten by the Ceruputhon or a big rock will fall on your house." "No, Garn! Anywhere but there!" Jazzel pled with her pimp. "I'll go anywhere, I'll hook the _Shun_ if you want, but not there, not this week!" Old Crazy Withert was seen to be wandering around in the low city in his usual drunken state singing "Tonight" from _West Side Story_, which he had never heard of in his life, the musical being from a different dimension and all. He seemed to linger on the "Something biiiig is coooming." Line. "Well?" The professor asked. "I dreamt about a big rock." The mage student replied. "That's funny, so did I." "Mirror Mirror on the wall, what's in store for me this fall?" The archmage chanted, autumn was always the best time to do this. "Spend your time down by the dock, lest you find a falling rock." The mirror replied. "Damn thing's defective." On several places throught the city, written in chalk by person or persons unknown, was found the word "Aradneh."