From: dmcdulin@cs1.uct.ac.za (DB MCDULING)
Subject: [Ga] Kraska goes up
Keywords: Kraska, out of things.
Organization: Computer Science Department, University of Cape Town
Distribution: global
Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1992 09:09:14 GMT


         ADMIN: Apologies for taking so long to follow up on Kraska,
         our news server died a painful and horrible death, but it has
         been rexurrected in the mean time. A HUGE thank you must go
         to Sean A Reith for posting me the threads in APDI while our
         server was being repaired. I don't know how I would have
         survived without his help!   But now, on with the story...


            Looking around, Kraska noticed that he was sitting on his
         own. How long he had been here alone, he did not know, but he
         vaguely recalled a lady (race unknown to him) by the name of
         Kyleen asking him to cool her drink. With the
         single-mindedness found usually only in tigers on the hunt,
         he decided to locate her, and find out what was happening.

            After a brief discussion with Littlefair, the Innkeeper,
         he found out that Kyleen and some company were upstairs.

            "Thank you for telling me this. I wouldn't have known
         where to begin looking for her." he said to Littlefair, in
         way of parting.

            "No problem. As long as peace is kept here, mind!" was the
         reply.

            Walking up the stairs, Kraska could not help but wonder
         what he might be letting himself in for. Upon reaching the
         upper floor, Kraska started methodically walking along each
         door, pausing only briefly beside each one to try and hear
         Kyleen's voice again. He finally located a door from behind
         which he could hear Kyleen, but not very clearly. Forgetting
         his manners, Kraska tried the door, only to get a mild shock
         running up his arm.

            "Hmmm. A ward spell. I really wish I could do some form of
         magick, but I suppose they might see this." he thought to
         himself as he gently placed his forefinger on the door.
         Gripping his staff slightly tighter, he began tracing a
         message in mirror script on the door. The staff started
         glowing slightly as he did this, and the door darkened
         slightly where he was touching it.

            The message he traced was:

            .ni em tel esaelp ,neelyK
            ? rebmemer ,kcigam od t'nac I
            aksarK

            On the other side of the door, Kyleen had noticed the door
         starting to darken in places, and watched as the message
         unfolded before her eyes:

            Kyleen, please let me in.
            I can't do magick, remember ?
            Kraska


         ADMIN:   For those who can't remember, Kraska has a faint
         blue nimbus surrounding him at all times, as well as his
         staff. His body is like that of crystal clear water, only
         solid, and also slightly translucent. If you look closely
         enough, you can probably see through him. He does not have
         any other observable objects with him, except for a pair of
         short trousers, which is the only clothing he wears. He does
         not eat, but only needs pure water to survive.

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