From: vaughan8670@iscsvax.uni.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R]Its nighttime, Karl? Are you awake?
Date: 9 Sep 92 20:26:42 -0500
Organization: University of Northern Iowa

ADMIN:I have posted this on behalf of Shade.  Thank you all for your time- to
the group named [R]

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[R]	>Radan sat back and waited for replies...

	-I'll take first watch with you....

	The Dark One looks at Radan and smiles a little. He stands up and
	stretches his tall, lean frame.

	"By the Old Ones...I'm feeling great..."

	Radan looks at Jenever...

	-Is that okey with the two of you to take second watch ?

	-Sure, she replies before she slippes into the bathroom were Killian
	is still enjoying his bath.
	
	-I'll just turn in then, says Rhys, wake me if you need me.

	-Sleep tight, answers Radan, who knows when we will get a chance next
	 time.
	
	Rhys passes into one of the adjoining rooms and for a while he is
	heard rummaging around before there is silence. Killian and Jenever
	comes out of the bathroom and Killian has some food.

	-What happens next, he asks between a mouthful of food and some ale.

	-Well, says Radan, we're waiting for Karl. And in the meantime we get
	 what rest and food we can. This situation is changing all the time,
	 especially with the new information from the slavegirl...

	-How do we know that the slavegirl told us the truth, interrupts
	Killian.

	-We don't..., that's the problem, this from Shade, and now there is no
	 way to tell the truth. Why is this Amaan fellow so important anyway ?

	-Politics..., grumbles Killian. Radan looks sharply at him.

	"There are wheels within wheels here...whom can I actually trust"

	Shade looks at the others with a strange look on his face...

	-So...? What are we actually expected to do, the Dark One asks.

	Radan looks at him and with a wry smile adds...,

	-Keep Karl and Amaan alive and see to it that they get back to Generica
	 in one piece. One piece each that is...

	-I'll check if Karl has returned, says Killian and finishes off his
	last ale.

	A few seconds later he returns...

	-Karl is back and locked up, but the proprietor says that there was a
	 strange ghostlike creature that swept out the window of his apartments
	 a few minutes ago...what shall we do ?
	
	-Let's check it out, Radan quickly gathers his stuff and rushes out, 
	the others follow. They stop outside the door to Karl's room.

	When Killian readies himself to smash down the door, he is stopped by
	Shade...

	-Wait, I'll check first..., he says. The Dark One closes his eyes and
	concentrates deeply...

	"Darkness...silence...something...someone...Karl...something else...
	 no real presence...no aura...through window...nothing..."

	The Dark One opens his eyes...

	-There is only Karl in there, he says, he is alive and seems to be re-
	 laxed.

	Radan and the others look at Shade...

	-How do you know that, Killian asks. There is a suspicious look on his
	face.

	-I know..., answers Shade, he looks slightly tired and worn all of a 
	sudden.

	-Hey, no quarrels within the group, Radan interrupts.

	"By the Old Ones...why do I even bother...I should get out of here and
	 try to find the Gate..."

	-I'm sorry, says Killian, I did not mean to be rude. I'm just a bit 
	 careful around sorcerers...
	
	The Dark One looks at Killian...

	"I wonder...by his own aura he definitely dabbles in magic himself..."

	-That's ok, but take my word for it, I will not lie to you or try to
	 hurt the group, Shade says watching Killians reaction.

	Radan knocks on the door and calls out softly...

	-Karl..., Karl are you there ?
--
Morgan "the Dreamer" Broman			mabr@sweden.hp.com
a.k.a Morgan deGrey (in the S.C.A)
a.k.a Morlacad "Shade" ShadowHawk (in L.R.P.G)
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