From: lari@netcom.com (Lari Howard)
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: CASTLE: Trog awakens
Date: 21 Jul 92 23:30:58 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services (408 241-9760 guest)


Hi - I'm posting this for sbull aka Trog...

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> 	Morgana replayed the images over and over to get them firmly
> established in Trog's mind until she felt him stir and awaken.  She
> felt a sudden warmth as he moved to clutch her amulet.  Knowing he
> would come she and her large friends settled down and fell asleep
> listening to the sounds of the retreating storm.

Trog awoke and found himself high up in one of the old oak tree which
surrounded the meadow. He had retreated here after the poetry party on
the meadow had been so rudely interrupted by the DarkOne and his host
of meanies. Finding his old nest in the PA speaker which had formerly
comprised part of the ARC early warning system, he had endevoured to
sleep through the worsed of the explosions. His mind was still rather
fuzzy after 6 months down in the dope den, and he also didn't think
that the defenders would have appreciated unexpected storms of swedes
descending while they summoned up all of the concentration to cast
those amazing pyrotechniques.

But, again, as I said...trog awoke and found that his had was
clutching the amulet that Morganna had given him. This was the second
summonds that he could remember. Why hadn't he responded to her
earlier call. He could remember. But now she seemed very anxious that
he shoudl come immediately.

Rummaging through the bits and pieces in his nest he found a couple of
chocolate cover swedes, left over from the picnic which celebrated the
birth of ARC. These articles had probalby acrude some historic
significance by now, but Trog didn't care and so he ate them for
breakfast. 

The morning mist was clearing and the kitchen fires had already been
lit in the castle. Arcites were already about the business of clearing
the debrise caused by the last battle. But alone, a figure emerged
from the gate. The tall knight, though at the moment he was not
dressed in battle armor, his posture and poise revealed his identity
to anyone who knew the signs, was carry a pack over his shoulder. As
the knight approached the tree which Trog was pearch in, for the path
lay directly under the branches, Trog recognised old Feral.
Unfortunately for both of them, he recognised the knight just at the
most dangerous moment, slip and fell the 20 foot to land in a heap on
top of the unsuspecting warior.

Even more unfortunate was the shock that Trog's sudden movement gave
the sleeping wylde majyke, which woke from a very happy dream in which
it was batheing which the mythical cleopatra. The upshot was that both
Trog and the knight who are now in a heap on the path get totally
covered in rabbits milk....the historians got the asses bit wrong.

Whiping the milk from his face, the Feral knight cuffed Trog to his
feet.

"I might have guess", said the knight, "I just can't get any peace and
quiet around this place."

"Feral, listen", blurted out Trog. "Morgana's in trouble, she trapped
in a cave someplace. And she needs help to get out."

"What.... How....Where..... When....?" said the Feral knight, never
being one to use 4 words where one would surfice.

"Oh, somewhere up in the mountains. She was on her way from the tower
when a tree fell ad trapped her and her two horses. Will you come with
me and help. I don't think I'm big enough to move a couple of tree."

"but why cann't Morgana use her magic to escape?" questioned the
knight.

Trog stopped, speechless.... "I hadn't thought of that. She should be
able to blow those tree away with a mere gesture. Still why else would
she want me to come and help"

The Feral Knight gave him a knowing wink ;-} and Trog stood agape.

"Still sir knight, I'd appreciate the company and the help in case
there is a real need. Will you join me and help rescue the lady?"