From alt.pub.dragons-inn Mon May 9 15:15:10 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7241 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!netcomsv!amd!amdahl!pacbell.com!well!nigel.msen.com!zib-berlin.de!fauern!rrze.uni-erlangen.de!cip.informatik.uni-erlangen.de!fkschmid From: fkschmid@cip.informatik.uni-erlangen.de (Frank Schmidt) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Into the Myst] [Inn] Date: Tue, 3 May 1994 19:03:34 GMT Organization: CSD., University of Erlangen Message-ID: <2q6766E48c@uni-erlangen.de> NNTP-Posting-Host: faui03e.informatik.uni-erlangen.de Lines: 109 ADMIN: Cast and Characters for the [Into the Myst] thread: Fwesson and Lyri ........ Frank Schmidt (no others...yet) Thanks to Alan Smith for various suggestions { All characters are property of their respective authors, and this story is a group effort copyrighted (1994) by all of them. Permission is granted for the distribution of this story on the usual alt-net channels and for archival but all other rights, including repost, are reserved to the author(s). } Background: This is the introduction to the thread. -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- I N T O T H E M Y S T In the Dragons' Inn -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- From Lyri's Diary: (first page) Dear child, I'm writing this diary for you. You should know what happened before you were born. Maybe I can't tell you, because I died when you were born, like my grandmother who died when she gave birth to my mother. But that would be no reason to be bitter: I had a long and happy childhood, nearly fourteen years. I could marry the one I love, your father Fwesson. And I'm going to visit another world, something most people just dream about. But now I'm alive and well in the Dragons' Inn in Generica where we're looking for help on our quest. Fwesson said that the portal to the other world is somewhere in the Mysty Mountains, and these realms are known to be the home for many creatures you really don't want to meet alone. But Fwesson said that it's more important how the people are minded than how good they can fight. If only one of us who enter the other world would 'take what is not given', some kind of disaster could happen; to us, _to_the_other_world_, or both. But if everything goes right, life will wait there for us: not only a longer and healtier life, but also a chance for talents to grow, and maybe even to become a source of happiness for others. Fwesson was quite sure on this, but he said what you become depends on who you are now... I think he's right that there are few people who deserve it, and who don't want to take more than what is given, who don't grab for immortality or allmighty powers without thinking just because they seem to be within reach. But some of these few people can be found here, in the Dragons' Inn in Generica, and Fwesson thinks he can sense if someone is trustworthy enough; so I let him do, and take a look at those people tomorrow. -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- Long after midnight, Fwesson still found no sleep, and returned to the dining commons. When waiting for a cup of tea, he thought about the people he talked to: some didn't want to go the long way to the Mysty Mountains, others refused when he told them there were no treasures to find, at least none made of gold or gems (Fwesson decided not to tell about the real 'treasure'). Then, really few people were left: Two young men who wanted to leave their family by being adventurers. Although his inner voice didn't declare them unworthy, and they could be a good help in the mountains, Fwesson decided rather not to take them on the journey. Since they weren't sure enough who they were, how should he be sure that they won't change their character and turn into dangers on the other side? Fwesson decided to ask them again the next day if and only if he would find no other help. A halfelven mage seemed to have read Fwesson's mind and found out what the quest was all about. Fwessons inner voice shouted NO, and Fwesson let the mage read what could happen. The mage turned pale, and lost his interest in the matter. Fwesson then tried to think more silently. Later, he talked with an old man in his 50s or 60s. He and his about ten-year-old granddaughter (or daughter? Niece? He didn't say) wanted to join Fwesson and Lyri on their quest, and this time Fwesson finally felt the kind of trust that showed him he found the right people. The man, who called himself Searcher, turned out to have been a master bowman when he was young, and he was still good at it - at least he believed so. Cy, the girl, had good eyes and ears, which also could be useful in the Mystys. Now that he found two people, Fwesson was quite optimistic. Searcher and Cy were no knights in shining armours, but they had some useful abilities. Two are three more of this sort would complete a good team with almost no chances to fail, neither of the creatures in the Mystys nor of a grab for power on the other side... But hours later, he still waited in vain for 'more of this sort'. The tea arrived, and Fwesson tried to think about some other things. This would be a long night... -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- -=#=- --- |f @ci mat erl e| for long you live and high you fly | Frank Schmidt | |k d p r i - a d| and only if you ride the tide +---+-----------------+ |s i . o k i n .| and balance on the biggest wave | | |chm inf .un gen| you race towards an early grave | |