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Subject: [Mardan] Sleeper awakens
Date: 6 Jun 1994 19:22:06 -0400
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A young man wearing black fatigues, with a longsword in a scabbard at

his side sits at a table in the inn, in front of him is a glass of
wine 
(hardly touched) , and a number of cards spread in front of him in a 
seemingly meaningless pattern. In contrast to the black of his
clothes and
his dark black hair, is the crimson hawk insignia which is in the
left
breast pocket position on his shirt. He doesnt move , but stares
fixedly
at the cards.
      Without warning , there is a flash of smoke opposite the young
man
across the table. When the smoke clears, there is a tall (6' +)
figure
standing there, the figure wears a black hooded robe, on which are
many
blood red runes, which seem to flicker and move, as if made of fire.
Despite the fiery runes, a chill draft seems to flow from the figure,
but
the chill is beaten back by the peace maintaining magic of the inn.
The
figure takes the black wood staff he (?) is carrying and thumps it on
the
table in the middle of the cards, which strangely do not move.
      The young man starts and looks up, fire in his eyes and voice, 
       "Pharzon, you traitor, if we were anywhere else, I'd..."
     The stranger interrupts, his voice low and ominous, "Yes, I know

Mardan, but we're here. I dont know what you're doing but somehow 
your staring at those cards is messing up time in my world....So Stop
It!
I'd like to get the sacrifice finished in my lifetime."
     Mardan glares at Pharzon, "Too bad I'm messing your little
plans, but
I assure you, I'm going to do far worse to your plans as soon as I
get some
assistance..."
    Pharzon laughs (almost hysterically) ,"Help....here...in this
backwater
dimension...don't make me laugh, if this is the source of the threat
I have
to face I dont have anything to worry about....but I have things to
do ,
people to sacrifice ...busy, busy ,busy"....as he fades into
translucency and
disappears.
   Mardan pounds the table in frustration, "Damn Sorceror, I'm truly
sick
and tired of his tricks and illusions."
  Mardan goes over to bulletin board where he sees his notice still
posted,
he dusts it off. He returns to his table and cards which he shuffles
back
into the rest of his deck.

ADMIN : This is an attempt to restart a thread that stagnated due to
loss 
of access.