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From: bruig@mihi.une.edu.au (Bronwyn Ruig)
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Subject: He Awakens
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ADMIN: I have been out but now, hoping there are no more power cutouts
I m continuing on this thread "The Saving of Anuin [TSOA]"  The character
of Mark has gained the interest of some money hungry mercenaries and is
taking them through a portal to his home world.

Mark studied his new recruits with little curiosity.  They were the typical
rough and ready for anything mercenaries, with maybe an ounce of wisdom
between them.  They had come to him after he had been spinning his tales
of wealth and opportunity for landholdings in his own world.  Vast tracts of
open land, good and fertile were ready for settlement, and had had no claim
of ownership put upon them.  He would have prefered something more, but the
seven that had been enchanted by his words would be enough to protect him 
on the first part of his quest.  
	Once again he produced the two amulets.  With them he would weave a spell  to get them back to Anuin.  He flicked first one, and then the other into
the air, where they hung suspended.  As he be gan the chant, the stones in
the amulets started to glow.  The twirled back and forth on their strings
and wove patterns through his spell.  Gradually their dance grew outrds
and a hole in the air appeared, the Amulets spinning its circumference.
Quickly Mark ushered the fighters through the hole.  To anyone who had 
witnessed the magic, it looked as if they had suddenly turned from solid to 
mist to space in the matter of a footstep. The hole dissappeared.
	On the other side the party stepped out into a darkened room, the 
bars on the window, twelve feet above them doing little to clarify the 
nature of it.  There was a click click as the amulets fell to the floor
and their glow died away.  A brief flicker of light and then one of the 
men had a torch lit.  They were in a silo.  There was some seed scattered
around the floor.  The perfectly round room was little more than ten square 
feet around.  In the side oposite the window a door, old wooden and worn,
stood.  It took almost no time to knock the door in and when they did they found a stairway that led up to the light .  When they had all gained the top of
the stair, Mark said, with a wide sweep of his arm,"This is my home...Anuin"
They had materialized in an abandoned farm, the land had been fallow for 
some years and the house was in a bad state of disrepair.  The fighters
looked increduluosly at the land that was going to waste.  "Our citizens
have moved to the towns and our farms lie unattended because they dare
not dfend themselves against our enemies.  You will help set things right."
Mark spoke with not so much anger as conviction.  They watched him and the 
wasted countryside and did not doubt he was a man full of anger.