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From: E.A.Laycock@shef.ac.uk (Liz)
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Subject: Re: [INN]-Tarelle-New Character
Date: 14 Mar 1995 07:53:46 GMT
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In article <3jrf22$k9j@nic.smsu.edu>, rak321s@nic.smsu.edu (Koch Ronald Andrew) says:
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>Last to be noticed in the growing light, was the colors the man wore.  
>First to be noticed by the wary was the white of the knuckles, as he 
>gripped his spear with obvious strength.  The strenght of that grip made 
>even theives in the room who had immediately thought of coveting that 
>pure silver spear think twice.  Finally, hard to notice, even in the full 
>light that filled the common room now, against the natural brown of his 
>leather armor, was blood.  His or other's, was impossible to tell.  As 
>this realization was taken in, only seconds after the doors had swung 
>wide, the stranger fell forward onto the hard wooden floor, and lay 
>there, unmoving.
>
A slight figure dashed over to the prone man, checking his pulse, with
difficulty she gently moved him over to the bech where she and her
companions had been sitting.  She was very short, although slightly
taller than the halfling folk, and although her stature was very like
a child it held a strength that was not.  Her face, tanned by the sun,
was wrinkled, so that in concern or in laughter her eyes almost 
disappeared.  Her companions were of a similar race, although very 
differently dressed.  She looked at concern, finally speaking, "Is he OK,
Tem?"  The bent old male to her right took off a pouch from his waist, 
and began to administer to his patient, while the other gnomes watched, 
the youngest-looking one, who carried a long staff of wood, swung her
feet to and fro, on the bench.  The gnome refered to as Tem finally
leaded back, "he should be able to speak soon," he said, relieved looks
passed around the little group.  They waited to find out who their new
companion was.

D'Nal


__________________________The Dark Angel _________________________
The ardour of red flame is thine, / and thine the steely soul of ice:
	Thou poisonest the fair design / Of nature, with unfair device.
Thou art the wisper in the gloom, / The hinting tone, the haunting laugh:
	Thou art the adorner of my toom, / The minstrel of mine epitaph.
Dark Angel, with thine aching lust / Of two defeats, of two despairs:
	Less dread, a change to drifting dust, / Than thine eternity of cares
_________(from the poem by Lionel Johnson 1867-1902)______________________
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