From: swalvick@nynexst.com (Steve Walvick)
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: Castle Saga Continued
Date: 21 Jul 92 18:47:37 GMT
Organization: Nynex Science and Technology


	He would not be so foolish this time.  They had almost destroyed
him with there love, but he had survived it.  He knew that while love was
a powerful force, it could be countered with the evils of jelousy and envy,
which inadvertantly lead to hate.  He knew that the love they had used 
against him was imperfect, for it had been meant to destroy him.  That slight
falseness had permitted him to survive.
	This time he would be better prepared.  He would twist the power
of love towards his own purpose.  He would provoke mistrust between
close friends.  He would instigate rivalries where there were none before.
He would make their love for one another turn to hate.  Yes...he will 
enjoy this...

	-to be continued

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	'Don't be a fool' came the voice into the Dark One's head.
'If it was not for me, you would be dead.  Only I Bhaal, god of repulsion
can withstand the power of the goddess.  You have no power without me.'
	`You will use your powers to destroy the servents of the goddess.
When they are dead so too will die the goddess.  You are my servent
and don't you forget it.  Now go!!'
	Fentil Sharman's body shuddered.  The Dark One now had control
over him.  The Dark One would use Fentil's powers to suppliment his
own.  			
	Fentil Sharman, for he was now the Dark One, reached into
his pocket and pulled forth a pouch.  It's contents were then sprinkled
into the air.  His body shimmered and then took on a new form.

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	The festival of the goddess was in full swing.  People were
dancing, singing, feasting, in thanks for the bountiful harvest that
the goddess had granted them.  The land was mostly healed from the
scars caused by the Dark One.  All that remained to remind them of
the terror that had been wrought was the ruins of the old castle.
They decided to abandon the old one and build an entirely new castle.
It's halls and temples outshone those from all the surrounding lands.
The country was prosperous in it's peace and all was well.  Everyone
was happy.  That is everyone except for Brianna.

	'When will you finally forget about him Brianna?'
	He was a tall man, gallant and brave, swift of foot,
a weapons-master who rivaled all.  
	'You know I can't Basloff, he is always with me in my heart.'
	'He is gone Brianna.  The Feral Knight is Dead!'
	'How dare you', she slapped him.
	'I'm sorry...', he said, 'but you've got to let go.  I am
here.  Flesh and Blood.  I've been patient for three years now.  It
is time to free yourself Brianna.'
	He was right.  Two years after the Feral Knight had disappeared,
Basloff Gollenkirk had come to the castle for the pilgrimage for the
goddess.  He had planned to stay only a few days, but after he met 
Brianna, he could not leave.
	'I need more time,' she implored.
	'I've given you all the time you needed, please, you've got
to stop letting him haunt you.'

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	The Black Knight was returning from his "visit" to
Hawksdale.  Once again he had saved the populance from another
terror.  This time it was a bunch of Hobgoblins.  Usually they did
not venture forth from their lair deep in the Cave of Vergrooth, but
they seemed to be more and more daring lately, it was as if the
evil forces were once again amassing.  But this was nonsense.  The
Dark One had been vanquished long ago, goodness and happiness ruled
again, and it was the time of the festival of the goddess, this was
not the time to worry everyone with the machinations of a highly
overworked cavaliers mind.  As he neared the castle he noticed a figure
in the distance.     

	'Hullo there!' he cried out.
	The figure approached him.  his body seemed to give off a glow
of some sort.  As if he had been bathed in a magical aura.
	'By the goddess!' the black knight cried out, 'It can not
be!  We had thought you would never return!  Can it truely be you?'
	'Yes, my good friend,' the glowing figure answered, 'it is
I, the errant Feral Knight.  I have returned to claim the woman I
love.'
	As the Black Knight welcomed the Dark One into the innermost
fortress of the ARCalites no one could see the hidden grin forming
slowly on the features of that which was not the Feral Knight.

	-To be continued (as long as no one objects...  ;)

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