From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Sep 14 08:47:14 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7668 Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!olivea!charnel.ecst.csuchico.edu!nic-nac.CSU.net!usc!howland.reston.ans.net!swiss.ans.net!malgudi.oar.net!sun!vax.cns.muskingum.edu!hsexauer From: hsexauer@muskingum.edu (Rapunzel) Subject: [JOI] An end to the masquerade Message-ID: <1994Sep11.124240.1@muskingum.edu> Lines: 49 Sender: root@sun.cns.muskingum.edu (Operator) Organization: Muskingum College Date: Sun, 11 Sep 1994 16:42:40 GMT [ADMIN STUFF] I don't precisely remember where things were left when JOI died at the end of the last class year. So if I'm doubling on something I already did, it's a refresher for y'all. Recap: As Alarond's player bows out of the story the poor sprite has been severely mauled by a newly deceased creature. Coltren has discarded his illusions masking him for Aleric, and Kyar has traced him here and seen how he fought the deceased creature. Coltren pulls Alarond's cloak around the bleeding body and gathers the sprite into his arms, lifting carefully. Alarond lets his eyes fall shut, and lapses into unconsciousness from loss of blood and pain combined. Turning slowly, Coltren tries to remember where he saw that temple where the priestesses dwelled. Perhaps Alarond would make it if the priestesses took care of him; the Lyorn knew he certainly wasn't able to provide what Alarond needed. He had taken but a single step out of the alley when a slight motion at the end caught his attention. Coltren glanced up sharply, acutely aware of his vulnerable position. There was no way he could reach a weapon to defend himself without first dropping Alarond and doing further damage to him. Nevertheless, the Lyorn instinctually dropped to a crouch as he sought the source of the movement. "Kyar," he said, releasing a sigh of bated breath. Coltren relaxed his crouch and stood. The Phadran's eyes met his, wary, but not openly hostile. It took the Lyorn a moment to remember he was no longer disguised as Aleric, and Kyar couldn't possibly miss that fact even in the darkness. Those two had spent enought time together to know each other well. "I can explain, but let it wait. Please. Come with me to take Alarond to help." -- Heather Sexauer Muskingum College hsexauer@muskingum.edu Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats. -- H.L. Mencken