Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: jdubo.wbst102a@xerox.com (Scooby) Subject: [Tar] The Creation... Message-ID: <1993Oct22.194158.7763@spectrum.xerox.com> Date: Fri, 22 Oct 1993 19:41:58 GMT [Tar] The Creation... Karuc was finishing the last incantations... looking at the raised diasis, he saw the two naked figures standing...bound by magical spells unable to move and strike out at their capturer. The first was his ex-apprentice, an elf of middle age that for years had served him faithfully until the day he caught him reading his personnal diaries... "No-one must no my plans" is all Kurac said before he imprisioned his ex-apprentice. The other was a slave dwarf, bought off a slave trader from the Underwurlde. A warrior, bred in the dark gladiator pits of the underwurlde, a hater of masters. Both stared back at the evil mage with blank eyes...eyes of hatred..eyes of fear; for as the last gesture was made by Karuc, a bright red light engulfed the two for a brief second then shot out of the tower window knocking a few lose bricks to the ground below. Anyone within miles would have been able to see the red light as it raced towards the sky..(but as usual no one was around)...and then a blinding flash and it was gone... Kurac smiled as he looked upon the diasis, smoldering where the two bodies had stood a moment before. His plan of revenge was started. The two bodies gone forever; only a pile of a asheslay in their place, the souls..., the souls were speeding away to find there host across the planes... Kurac; an old student of Fauteuil was banaished from the Mages Guild in Generica long ago when he started playing with the black art; now one of the top experts in life transference, a master of life itself, where it started, ending and what vessel would hold it. His spell had gone as expected, and now he only had to wait for the essence's to find their host and return. elsewhere...on another plane of existance...where magic is unknown and technology is the norm... was Tarris "Tar" Valdume driving home from work. It had been a hard day for Tar, and traffic was wearing on him. Pulling off the expressway at his exit a bright light flashed infront of the car and out shot a red bolt engulfing the car. Darkness... Kurac was pacing... It had been far too long and no return sign of his spell. It was a complex spell, transfering the life force of two individuals to a third, but all his years of hard prep work showed it was possible. "Did I miss a symbol" is all he could think while he paced back and forth. A moment later a loud clap as the sky opened up the red bolt raced out in its original path. Kurac glanced out the window at the approaching bolt, and saw that it had grown much more in size than he had expected. A protection spell came to mind, but then it was too late. The bolt struck the diasis with an explosion of ten fire balls. After the smoke cleared, one could see that the top half of the tower was gone and that there was a naked body lying ontop of the diasis. Stones lay scattered about the ground surrounding the lower half of the tower, and a few trails of smoke rose into the morning air..... [ADMIN] First time post to this grp. Any comments would be welcomed to my address jdubo.wbst102a@xerox.com _____ _____ _____ _____ ____ __ __ | ___| ___| _ | _ | __ |\ \ / / |___ | |___| |_| | |_| | __ > \ / ---|_____|_____|_____|_____|____|--|_|----- ------------------------------------------------------------- Joseph DuBois jdubo.wbst102a@xerox.com -----------------------------------My Thoughts Only----------