Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!wupost!newsfeed.rice.edu!rice!ruf.rice.edu!tomscud From: tomscud@ruf.rice.edu (Thomas Reid Scudder) Subject: [Ayl] Some more introductions Message-ID: Sender: news@rice.edu (News) Organization: Rice University Date: Fri, 1 Oct 1993 21:51:28 GMT Lines: 44 John sips at his wine as Aylyra speaks, and seems to be considering how to respond. He starts to say something, but seems to think better of it, and goes back to contemplating his glass of wine. Just then, Winter and Lex arrive. John looks up and seems to pay attention to the conversation. >"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?" At this conversation, John's eyes light up, and he starts to speak again. "My good man, do you mean to tell me that you also are a seeker of truths, a follower of the way of the Universe, a seeker of order in Chaos? Tell me that this is true! A man of learning, of dignity, a man who knows what to value in this world and what is unimportant! (I could tell that from your obvious thrift in selecting your garments.) "Ah, what a stroke of luck to be in the company of a true sage again." He pauses for breath and then continues, in a more confidential air. "All of my old colleagues think I'm mad, you know. Just because I finally discovered the truth about the Universe, and it doesn't fit into their tidy little world-view. They say, 'There's old John, he's finally lost it. Should have left exploring the fundamentals of the Universe to his betters. Only had a village education in magic, you know. Never a lot of formal training, only the practical stuff, good for a mended pail or a ward against curses, but not much at dealing with theoretical profundities' that's what they say. "But I can tell you're a cut above that sort of jealousy. Could tell it when you came over to the table. "Oh, by the way, you can call me John Wanderer, if you want. Or something else, as long as you're reasonably consistent about it. Doesn't make much of a difference either way." -- Tom Scudder tomscud@ruf.rice.edu Death to vermin.