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From: E.A.Laycock@shef.ac.uk (Liz)
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Subject: Re: Gnome or away? [was new face]
Date: 4 Apr 1995 07:25:29 GMT
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In article <3lo5hu$i20@hippo.shef.ac.uk>, E.A.Laycock@shef.ac.uk (Liz) says:
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>The elves         James Moore <jimmoore@eden.rutgers.edu>
>The gnomes            Liz <E.A.Laycock@sheffield.ac.uk>
>(copyright D.Morgan, K.Riekstins, E.Laycock,I.Walker, 1995)
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			 Temoc nods at the pretty young gnome.  Mellie 
>stands up.  "This is no ordinary murder, there is a magic of some sor 
>involved, an illusion perhaps, I'm not sure" she is blushing.  Temoc 
>takes a sneaky look at the female elves, and smiles to himself, 
>possibly hoping for a chance of a little hands on healing... "Put it 
>back" says D'nal, looking straight up, deliberately not looking at 
>anyone in particular.  Nedel glares at her and slinks back into the 
>crowd near the bar.  "It's always the same when he's quiet" says 
>D'nal.  "Now, all we need is an expert on how she was killed, and we 
>can get out of here!"  
>
The door opens, and a young woman walks in.  As she walks over to the 
bar, teh room hushes.  She looks slightly worried by the attention, but
continues over to the bar.  The room is now totally silent.  In a voice
that quavers slightly she orders a drink.  "What's wrong with everyone?"
she asks the bartender in a whisper, that rings out in the silence of 
the inn.  The bartender looks at her in total shock. "But you're dead!"
he says, obviously shocked.  The woman laughs in relief, "An excellent
joke!" she exclaims, "but as you see, I'm alive and well, you can't 
wind me up that easily!!"  she turns and looks at the slumped figure.
The figure is identically dressed, and the hair colour is the same.  The
drink slips from her hand, and the woman blanches visibly.  She tries
to take  few steps forward, but her knees give out, and she falls 
forward. A mercenary warrior steps forwards and catches her before she
crumples to the floor.  As if to mock this scene, the figure seems to
shimmer slightly, and the illusion of a dead woman begins to fade.  The
patrons look on in amazement, as the dead figure begins to alter...

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__________________________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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