From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] A Few Weeks Later...
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:15:55 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
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        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]
   
   Effandir tried to look up as the grisling mist fell upon his face.  <Not 
 rain or sunshine.  Just this damn mist.>  
 
    The  mist  had cut visibility to about 100 feet.  It had been  this  way 
 ever  since morning.  But just now, Effandir was sure that he  saw  someone 
 following  them.   He was sure that he had seen them for the  previous  two 
 days as well, only he couldn't prove it.  
 
    "Toscon, do you see that?"
 
    Toscon shivered.  "See what?" he said as he looked behind them.
 
    "That there."

    "Where?"
 
    "There."
 
    "What?"
 
    "Him."
 
    "Who?"
 
    "He's gone now," Effandir said after getting annoyed beyond belief.
 
    "Well,  nevermind him, then," Toscon said.  "Do you have any  more  food 
 left?  It's getting about lunchtime."
 
    "Can't you see?  I think that we're being follooowwed." Effandir's horse 
 whinnied and reared throwing him into the largest mud puddle that it  could 
 find, or so Effandir thought.
 
    Suddenly  a large red haired man in chainmail apeared on the  trail  and 
 pointed a longsword at the two of them.
 
    "Hand over all yer precious items and gold," he said, "we wouldn't  want 
 your trip to get ugly."  The sound of about thirty crossbows being  knocked 
 surrounded them.
 
    Toscon  stood with his arms out.  "I haven't got anything you'd want."
 
    "What  do you mean 'I haven't got any'"  Effandir said. "What  happenned 
 to all that money he gave you?"
 
    "I spent it all," Toscon grinned.
 
    "You  couldn't  have.  You didn't buy anything."  Effandir  was  looking 
 quite flustered.
 
    "I  bought quite a bit.  I just didn't waste it on things like  a  horse 
 and a tinderbox which hasn't caught fire yet, and..."
 
    "These  are  very useful items! Someone with your intellect  can't  even 
 begin to-" 
 
    "ALRIGHT  ALREADY!  Just hand over yer gold and I'll take yer horse  and 
 everyone will be happy."  The bandit was looking a bit shaky.
 
    "I don't have a horse!" Toscon said.
 
    "Not  YOU!"   A single twang was heard and a bolt stuck flew  into  some 
 bushes behind Effandir.
 
    Effandir quickly hands over a bag containing 3 shekels, a hairpin, and a 
 ball of lint.
 
    "By  the  way," Toscon said, "how did you buy all that stuff  with  only 
 twenty sheckles?"
 
    "Some  friendly words and the help of the magnificent Cyric can  make  a 
 few shekels go a long way," Effandir said evangelically.
 
    The  bandit  mounted Effandir's horse and said, "Lay on the  ground  and 
 stay there until I'm out of sight."  Then he rode away as fast as the horse 
 could go.
 
    "You mean you threatened people just for a horse and a few weeks food?"

    "Listen," Effandir started. "If you don't believe, then fine, but  don't 
 pick  on  his holy ways or you'll turn up with a nasty  rash  or  something 
 worse."
 
    "Oooh, I'm scared."  Toscon paused.  "Um, what all was on your horse?"
 
    "The  things that you two mindless cretins are supposed to take  to  the 
 plantation."  Aglarond said stepping out from behind a nearby tree.
 
    "Uh  oh,"  Toscon  said, half wondering if  that  interesting  fight  he 
 thought of earlier would begin now.
 
    "Where did you come from?" Effandir said, "and if you were here all this 
 time, why didn't you do something?"
 
    "That  is not important.  What is, is that you must go directly east  to 
 the  town and get the stuff back.  There was only two of them in the  first 
 place with some less than impressive sound illusions."  Aglarond faded into 
 the mist and was quickly out of sight.
 
    "Wait a second," Toscon said, "what's you name?"


It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.
It is by the juice of Safu
that the thoughts aquire speed
the lips aquire stains
the stains become a warning.
It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.    - Mentat Piter De Vries

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+ Toscon- Life is to long to play it safe. +
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Life is a swamp.  And above the swamp, there is fog.
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