From: lindercs@HYDRA.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU (Galadin (Craig Linderoth))
Subject: Re: introduction and picnic
Reply-To: lindercs@HYDRA.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU
Organization: Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology
Date: Mon, 6 Apr 1992 18:49:50 GMT

In article <9204061806.AA07980@premise.prime.com.>, mdm@PREMISE.PRIME.COM (Michael McAfee) writes:
>
>		After a busy weekend, the intrepid dark elf returns
>	to Callahan's.  He wears a rumpled school sweater (Boston
>	University College of Sorcery, Class of '91), jeans that 
>	haven't faded quite yet, and sneakers that have.  His hair
>	is caught up simply in a slipknot.
>
>		Before he has even gotten to the bar, he is greeted by
>	Kitten ("Thank you.  I hope to come by as often as I can."),
>	the Dowager ("Thank you.  My apologies if I confused you."),
>	Ignatz Mouse ("Thank you.  That's the first time I've ever
>	been shelled by peanuts."), Didi-Sprite ("Thank you.  I'll be
>	there soon."), and Nicki ("Thank you.  I do what I can.")
>
>		All right, first things first. Having lurked a little,
>	the elf now thinks he understands some of the traditions here,
>	so he orders a hot chocolate in a six-ounce paper cup.  He then
>	goes up to the chalk line and raises the cup in a toast.  "To
>	the variety of beginnings, and vice versa."  He then downs the
>	drink.  Holding the cup in his hands, he concentrates on the 
>	nature of the cup, magically bringing the kindling point down to
>	room temperature.  He breathes hotly on the cup then quickly 
>	tosses it into the fireplace as it catches alight.  When it hits 
>	the back, it splinters into several fiery fragments, thus 
>	"breaking."
>
>		"Um, hi folks.  My name is Michael, and I'm from the
>	Boston area.  As you can see, magic is possible in my world, as 
>	it seems to be on others.  I'm not sure what else I should tell,
>	so I'll tell as the need arises."
>
>		Over to the chalkboard.  Name: Michael, birthday: July 
>	14 (Bastille Day), favorite drink: well-proportioned hot 
>	chocolate (winter) or soft drink on the rocks (summer).
>
>		"And a happy birthday to Danger Mouse, whom I haven't
>	met but deserves a happy birthday nonetheless.  Let's see, I know
>	a little illusioncraft..."  He concentrates to form the image
>	of a birthday cake with fireworks going off around it.  The scene
>	fades as the elf wipes the sweat from his brow.
>
>		Having been invited, he wanders over to the picnic
>	area.  Very impressive spellwork, this doorway.  God knows,
>	dimension-based magic is tricky, to say the least.  But it 
>	seems safe, so in he goes.  Ah, warm sunshine.  He waves hi to 
> 	everyone present, rethanking Didi-Sprite for the invitation.
>	She points him towards an unused basket (standard cubic set-up
>	with handles and flip-top).  From within he pulls out a cheesy
>	red-and-white tablecloth which he unfolds and sets on the
>	ground.  Next comes a wooden dining set (plate, bowl, cup, etc.)
>	and a fairly large white napkin.  Lunch consists of some
>	fried chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy, with a two-liter
>	bottle of soda to wash it down.
>
>		After eating, he settles back to rest, breathing in the 
>	glade-scented air.  Perhaps if others care to hear, he'll tell
>	a small story.
>
>		"This recent string of electricity puns reminds me of
>	what one of my sorcery professors back in college.  A quaint
>	fellow.  He always called sorcery 'the Art,' an anitquated term
>	from the turn of the century.  He taught elemental theory, one
>	of the elements being electricity.  He would remark on how 
>	electricity was the easiest of all the magical elements to work
>	with, since you could direct it along wires.  But he always
>	tried to impress upon us the use of physical elements, such as
>	resistors, in our magical circuits.  In fact, using the right
>	resistance often causes magical effects like lights shining or
>	sounds amplifying.  So important was this fact that he would
>	tell us over and over...
>
>		"Ohm is where the Art is."
>
>		The elf then starts casting air spells to deflect 
>	incoming snowballs.     
	Galadin walks over to the elf in order to welcome him to Callahan's. 
"Welcome Oh mighty elf, so happy to see a new face and be able to welcome them. 
Especially someone skilled in the Art.  It would be neat to be able to work
magic without the need of a staff, but alas that is how I have to channel my
energy.  At least I don't have to carry around one of those familiars that some
people need."  
	Galadin has gotten closer to the elf and starts grinning mischievously. 
Now, I believe I have a gift for you.  With that, Galadin takes his right hand
which carries his staff and waves it around a bit.  He then taps the elf with
the staff and there is a bright flash.  His left arm then comes whipping around
from behind his back and strikes Michael with a real cold and soft snowball.
	"As I said before, welcome to Callahan's"  :)


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