From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [TW] Moria: Awakenings
Date: 9 Nov 92 17:31:56 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <92314.122354ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>, ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu (The Dreamer) writes:
>     "My dear lady, saving me seems to have drained you far more than I had
> estimated.  Are you well?  Is there anything I could do for you?"  Luthor
> asked seeing the exhausted look on her face.  "Perhaps you just need a few
> hours rest...certainly you will before leaving for this journey of which you
> speak.  Come, let me take you to your room."

   "Thank you, my friend.  I am grateful."  She tries to smile as she
struggles to her feet, her fatigue conspicuous in the absence of her
normally smooth and fluid movements.

>     Luthor stood by her side and helped her to her feet.  She smiled weakly at
> him.  Luthor also noted that the Squerrel Rider and the Merman seemed as
> though they wanted to help, but they were unable.  One because of his size
> and the other due to his shape.

> "No.  Moria will be fine, but thanks anyway."  The two Elves, one Dark and the
> other Golden, crossed the room arm-in-arm.

   "What a strange sight, eh my friend?  Who would have believed that a
Golden Elf would put a Dark Elf to bed without recourse to violence?  Ah,
well, perhaps one day that race will see that their demon goddess leads
them down a path of corruption and decay that has only one allure, its
apparent power."
 
> Luthor took her up the stairs to the second floor, and then to room 7.  Moria
[...]
> slid the key through the crack at the bottom.

   A few hours pass and the dark sleeping form of Moria RuneCaster barely
stirs.  Her sleep is deep and dreamless and silent, bespeaking great rest
and recovery. 
   Her awakening is as sudden as her passing into sleep and just as
unremarkable.  Slowly her eyes opened and her eyes traced the woodwork of
the ceiling as her mind traced the events of the day before.  Knowing that
sleep was a nearly impossible state for her to re-enter, and feeling very
rested after her first full night's sleep in a week, she slowly stood up
and streched her lithe body to work out the stiffness that sleeping brings.
   'I believe that a bath is in order, since I won't have one for a few
weeks unless I am fortunate', she thought to herself, glad in the knowledge
that the rest of the Inn would now not hear and feel such thoughts thanks
to Indigo.  And with thought came action.  
   Some few minutes later, a dark-skinned female elf walked from the
upstairs bath, her hair shiny and freshly combed back with a clasp made of
a bright blue metal.  Her clothes were changed into some more suitable for
travel, and which suited her mood better:  a pair of light grey leather
pants tied up the sides with black straps, a thick white silk shirt with
silver and gold traced runes around the hems, and her long black boots made
of some form of soft leather with the two knife hilts extending from them. 
Her cloak was carelessly thrown over one shoulder as she slowly moved down
the stairs into the ever dim and crowded inn proper.
   She looked around for a moment perhaps searching for someone, then moved
over to the table where she sat the night before (after ordering a Very
Large Breakfast!!)
-----
Master Hawk
Leader of the Night Parade

   "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and
the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall
once more lay his hand upon the world of man."
                              -from The Karaethon Cycle:
                               The Prophecies of the Dragon.
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