From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST]Re: Happening in the city, Inn episode...
Summary: Thread is beginning...
Date: 13 Oct 92 08:00:55 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.


>       Suddenly a dark figure from one of the dark corners rises his hand 
>and woman stops. She turns compleately quiet and starts to speek.
>       "At the morning a tent was risen in the middle of the market square. 
>No one knows what it is. There was an announcement later, that they were 
>somekind of help seeking mission of "holy priests" and they were recruiting 
>people to some war in the south. They promised wealth and fame. Many people  
>volunteered to go, my brother among them.
>       "They gave these to everyone" She hands a small leaflet to Kirkil.
>       "My brother went in, but he never come out. No-one did. They just 
>vanished from there. Help Me!!!"
>       She slumps onto her knees and starts to wail...

	"Xqze me, o Shrouded One. None off thees gntlemeen arr shovingk no 
chivalrick manneers." By saying this, Kirkil rises and goes to the lady in 
distress. He helps her up and escorts her into the table. On the way he 
notices a lonely firgure crouched into a nearby corner, obviously weeping.
	When Kirkil and the young lady come into the table has Kryalla 
ordered a bowl of warm soup.
	"I just thought this would be appropriate", she says to Kirkil 
thinking,'This girl seems famished. It must be a hell on earth to live on 
the street...'
	The girl picks the bowl and starts to drink the soup hastily. 
	"Zoo, know know girl. Feerst tell oss yoor naim and recite the spell 
youres." 
	Girl looks Kirkil with a very puzzled look on her face. She shakes 
her head and whispers to Kryalla with a tear on her cheek, "I didn't 
understand a word this stranger said. And that green 'thing' on his shoulder 
frightens me..."
	"Shh. Nothing to be afraid of. He is a stanger in this world, as am 
I myself, too. And the creature is a friend of his." Shrouded one says to 
Kirkil, "Kirkil, would you mind us for a moment. She is very nervous and I 
think You should go away for a while. Please"
	Kirkil looks puzzled. 'Is there something wrong with me?', he 
thinks. Then he looks the girl and sees the fear in het eyes and he 
understands.
	"Ochh, yeass. I mustt me opologizee, courtesii colls."
	He rises up, bows and goes to the bulletin board to see, if there 
might be something interresting. Before leaving he gives the leaflet to 
Kryalla.
	The girl begins.
	"I'm Suanna, daughter of Morodin, master shoemaker. I have a 
younger brother, Timlyn, with whom I have been living on the street 
from the day that my parents very robbed and killed. The attackers 
were never caught..." She starts to weep again, but calms herself 
before Shrouded One can do anything.
	"Timlyn is fourteen, and when those hunchbacks came with a 
promise of heroic deeds and money... He jumped right at it. He queued 
for several watches and I saw when he went into that horrible red-and-
white tent. He didn't come out..." 
	She burst into tears and doesn't calm down, even though the 
Shrouded One is trying to calm her.
	As she is crying, Shrouded One looks the leaflet. It's a 
standard recruitment offer with an extremely good salary offer.
There are names of the countries Solorin and Drakthar and the 
Thundering God, Thagrash. Nothing seems to ring bells here, nothing is 
familiar...
	Kirkil comes back, and looks the note. His eyes brighten.
	"Girl, wee will help, ore I wille thee help. Heer, take thees."
	He hands the girl one of those blue emeralds he has.
	"Withe thees you will have aneww home, and a goode jobbe. I 
wille looke yourre brotheer youngk backk. I'll prommisee!"
	Suanna takes the emerald. She looks at it astonished. Then the 
emerald venishes quickly into the folds of her gown.
	"You know go, we youree brother to you bringk. We you find 
wille."
	Suanna rises and thanks, weeping. Then she darts out as fast 
as she came.
	"O Shrouded One, this no goode newss. Thees Thargrash reelly 
fammiliare iss. Naim I meanne. I figure not, whence it so seeme. 
Though redde and whitte Craphrastus's colourringk ware..."
	Kirkil stops and his gaze begins to wander, as Xrxs takes of 
and flies out of the inn...

	Kirkil Uaiz, The Ultimate Archmage Of Cerdrylann.

ADMIN: Hope I din't take too many liberties with the Shrouded One...

	
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