From alt.pub.dragons-inn Thu Sep 1 08:23:27 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7615 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!pa.dec.com!nntpd.lkg.dec.com!jac.zko.dec.com!leggy.zk3.dec.com!orb!not-for-mail From: hutch@ibeam.jf.intel.com (Steve Hutchison) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [CIA] Jones history Date: 31 Aug 1994 18:41:19 -0000 Organization: Duchy of Wabesylvan Obspauk Lines: 59 Sender: news@Orb.Nashua.NH.US Message-ID: References: In-Reply-To: from "David Womack" at Aug 31, 94 03:24:10 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL11] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit +Jones considers Miro's price, and decides to give him +the background information; Jones passes Miro +the Scotch, which happens to be an excellent single Malt +named Glenfiddich! "Thankee," Miro says, and downs it in one swallow. A smile creeps across his face. +Jones says to Miro "Well, it's really an unremarkable +history. Miro listens to Jones' tale of sordid governmental espionage, greed, betrayal, and general corruption, and the smile does not leave his face. This sounds almost like his childhood home in the Unseelie Courts, or (there's that other set of memories) the games his cousins played back in the Place That Falls Apart. +Why they want to destablilize the little kingdom +we're going after, I neither know nor care. + +Jones smiles and continues "As I say, pretty ordinary.... +I hope you don't feel cheated!" "Oh, no, tis a foine tale. Worth the cost o' gettin' yuirself to the place you want tae be at." Miro looks across the table at Grays, but before he can speak, something nags at the edge of his senses. +Rathan motions Jones over to one side. Jones hears Rathan's +voice in his left ear, yet Rathan does not move his lips nor do +anyone notice this conversation. <> Miro wonders to himself. <> He lowers the outermost of the shields around his mind to listen to Jones' surface thoughts, but before he can tune in, strange sticky strands of chaos begin flying around. +Rathan hands Jones a detailed map +of the Generican docks to the Arcade of Forgotten Heroes. +[Those with very good ESP or mage sight would have noticed the +Sign of Chaos over Rathan's head as well as the thin tendrils +that brought Rathan the map.] "Careless sassenach," Miro mutters, swatting the threads away from his cloak. "Stay out of there." He pulls a pair of crystal spheres, about an inch and a half in diameter, from inside his cloak, and begins rolling them around in his hand. They make a faint chiming sound and the tendrils flinch away from the elf. But by this time, Rathan has concluded his secret conversation, and Miro shrugs and continues where he left off. "So, Grays, me dear fellow. What brings thee tae Generica?", Miro says. [quoted sections are from Jones (David Womack) and Rathan Barbar (Morning Reaper)]