Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!spool.mu.edu!torn!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!Freenet.carleton.ca!ag708 From: ag708@Freenet.carleton.ca (Jason Hamilton) Subject: [JOI] Family, it's not what they are but who they are Message-ID: Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (News Administrator) Reply-To: ag708@Freenet.carleton.ca (Jason Hamilton) Organization: The National Capital Freenet Date: Sun, 3 Oct 1993 18:02:56 GMT Lines: 78 >Sounds< >Sounds of Battle< >Sounds of Pain, Harmonious sounds of Joy< >Pain, the pain of the Son< Perigrene started to play, a joyus tune. Her hunch was correct, Setherat flinched, his wound healed slowly, almost too slowly. Suddenly, out of the underbrush, burst forth a vicious, snarlling, mad as hell beagle. A beagle that stood five feet at the shoulder. >Die Vermine!< the thought ripped through the minds of the group and for a moment, linking them, and for that brief moment they knew each other as they knew themselves. The beagle's teeth ripped through Setherat's throat, at the same time daggers flashed in unison, and again Setherat burst in to flame, flames which did not go out. Screaming Setherat fled, for a few feet. >That one is going to recuperate in the morgue.< the beagle's tongue lolled out in what was probally a smile. Elanon stepped forward. "I Thank you for your assistance, but I would know your name." >My name is Jonathan, I was a Grand Master of Thives.< at the shocked look on the group's faces his fac broke into a quite human smile. >Why don't I show you?< * * * * * * * * * * Jonathan's Tail, er, Tale. * * * * * * * * * * >Like I said once I was the Grand master of Thievs, I was quite human at the time. Any how, with out exagerating I was the best, maybe I still am. When ever some thing needed to be stolen, you came to me, I chose the best person for the job, you payed half in advance, we got the item, you payed the rest and we gave you the item. Then one day the head of the mages guild showed up. . .< . . . The had been amazingly hot, Jonathan leened back in his chair. It is, he decided, the worst day of my life. Earlier that morning Saxcert had shown up with a very lucrative job offer, the only problem was there was no on short of himself that could pull it off. His brother stuck his head through the door and ducked as a dagger embedded it's self a quarter inch away from his head, all the way to the hilt, in the oak door frame. "You're getting slow Jon, usually I'd be getting stiches by now." Jonathan shook his head. " I got something on my mind Fenrick. Now what is it you want to tell me?" "The Mayor is declareing a crack down, he asked if we could slowly, slowly mind you, tone down our activities until he gets re 'lected. So, do we, a, ignore him, b, do as he asks, or c, kill him?" Jonathan thought for a moment. "We do not kill him, his replacement might have to be taught who runs the town and that always brings trouble. It's the same if we ignore him, he's hoping to raise the faith of the masses, if he fails, his replacement again. So we agree. Put it in the news letter, unemployed activities are to be slowed down first, than if nessacery, jobs will be turned down. This is going to lead to some hard times, but, I have a job myself. One with the mages." Fenrick starred at him. "By the way, I'm promoting your son to your position, you are no longer my second in comand, I have a new position for you. Suplimentry Master, in my absence, you have the position of Master and can even repeal standing orders. Now if you'll excuse me..." "Jon?" fenrick's voice was oddly soft. "Yes?" "Good-bye, and..." "Yeah, I know Fenrick. Good-bye." that was the last the ever saw of Grand Master Jonathan Taylor. -- EveryWhere you look life is filled with grim realities, hard facts, plain truth that's not so plain. Every day you are forced to struggle atempting to survive. Not me! Remember life is short, so why live in agony Role-Play today! P.S. life IS short, JOKE hard!