From: jpesonen@viikki.Helsinki.FI (JORMA JUHANI PESONEN (EKT))
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [Shrouded One] Kirkils story
Summary: Kirkil tells about his past and exploits
Date: 6 Oct 92 07:43:26 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki, Fac.Agric.For.

In article <1992Oct06.005432.22618@CS.ORST.EDU> foleye@CS.ORST.EDU ("Stilt Man" Eric Foley) writes:


>Having finished with her story, the Shrouded One pauses to sip her mistwine.

	Kirkil opens his eyes and looks around.
	"No wane elze herringk, goodie. Now I mayhaps mai spell sing, tale 
main to spell have to. Fore thee I relly rely. For now."
	Homonculous flies from the door and lands on the shoulder of his 
master.
	"Made that stingy one to fall, master.", it chirps.
	"Well, well. Did yuu. Hade I know parts innit, huh? But know, b'for 
otehers bakup, i'll b'gin.
	"I was borne made in the world of Cerdrylann. Parentes mine bode 
reel sorcerorse ware. Pater elemenetales special, mater sorcerose demonica 
and demigode. I relly magical, for at age three I magic scripturare reed. 
And thenn first catastrophy fallen upon mii; I main patres kantation-bokke 
reed and the touwer home explode to bittes. Parentes main vanquished, lost 
forever, lest my humble self saving by Art.
	"Theer left I was, fore know knoun naighboor hade we : Art shunned 
was ssoo. I laivd in the ruinns, fed by Art, studien Art. Xrxs heer I 
conjuredo self, He my left arm beeing, eyes in the daark and faar. Taim 
flew, I grew. I knuuw much, tough I moore wonted. Fron the scriptures off my 
parentes I outfound though I magic spell, touwer crumble by LORD CRAHRASTUS, 
paters achrivaale ein. 
	"Eine dei I finde thees neim under name off Unnaxxesibile Tomme, the 
moste potent magical scripture in world of mine. I risearchsed, examined 
magicallie palace its,and finnally access made to its preemisses.
	"Mine secondus dissaster struck. Lord Craphrastus theer, waiting for 
my humble beeingk. We attack made for auors, me losink everi decime. For I 
only six and ten yiiers age was, he centures. 
	"Me he humiliated, told he my parentes have *In saife plaice, no 
escaipe*. Me he entrapment made in timeless, magicless cube. I fell into a 
slumber, for inga magic me week make thoose time.
	"My fortune change, for a troupe of adventureres me, by occidente, 
saved. Friends goode weere those.
	"Momente we adventured. Stronk war, muche attack coming from east, 
dead warriors climbink. Heer Craphrastus in charge.
	"We kidnapped ware, into thees island took. No Craphrastus tough, 
Milnoe Good thanks. We stranze dinge find, metal houses, metal people. 'Lf 
men 'lf lizardi. 
	"I lost walk, alone in mirrorred room. 23 mirror, all facing 
centre. I center stroll and in otehre plaice mi find!! 
	"From then I plains travelled have, me, Cerdrylanns Firste Mege, 
Firste ARCHMAGE, for all magie my magie. Plains many I'v been : Jorune, 
Kethira, Krynn, Urth and meny otehres, naims only lands I knoow in meny. 
Theere are excempli Melnibone, Azadmere, Moria, Moleryn, Ivinia, Neurope(
wheer I Count Brass encountered) and meny otehres I forgotten have.
	"I have attck made with meny evil adversaries, tough I Lord 
Craphrastus meet haven't. Panaga in Kethira I conquested, Skellonier in 
Jorune, Evil Empire off Britoines in Count Brassiies lead and Evil 
Draakoonians in Krynn. 
	"Muche I studie have, muche learned. I wish I Lord Craphrastus 
some day defeat and condamne in eternal sufferingk! Know I stronk inowgh 
will bee to him destrukt!
	"If help I maight bee, I gladly so will. 'nt soo, Xersxes?"
	"For this pretty Shrouded One, Charge I, Xerxes Leather Wing!!", 
shout this small, green homonculous from Kirkils shoulder, leaps into air 
and spits a long flame. Flame folds into shape of heart, and disappears in 
red smoke.
	"He so easily exxaggerrates feelingks, yuu sea...", Kirkil tries 
to explain, hardly covering his reddening cheeks by rising the mug and 
taking a sip...

	Kirkil Uaiz, The Ultimate Archmage Of Cerdrylann.

  
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