From: ugabarra@mcl.ucsb.edu (Il Viaggiatore)
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: A stranger approaches the castle!!
Date: 16 Nov 92 21:03:49 GMT


The sun rising high into the sky over the ARC realm reveals to the
eye all of the beauty that nature beholds.  The plush greens and vibrant
pastels.  Every color different from the next, but every color contributing
to the whole.  If one color were to disappear, the beauty would change.

Down the middle of this natural scenery lies a path, but unlike other paths,
this path seems to belong here.  It adds to the overall feeling of the 
surroundings.  Perhaps it is the castle rising out of the ground that
helps the path to belong.  Or perhaps it is the frequent travellings that 
it is host to.  Whichever it may be, it seems that a new pair of boots
have found there way down the road today.  Attention seemed to be drawn to the 
stranger as soon as he rose over the horizon, possibly it is the attraction
of something new, something mysterious, but there is definitely something
different about this man walking ever so confident and methodical towards
the castle entrance.

His appearance is that of many journeys.  His garments reveal a life abroad
and free of geographical ties.  The colors he wears do not reveal anything
about his cast.  He neather wears teh dark colors of nobility, nor the
common colors of peasant.  Instead he seems to wear the colors of nature.
Light greens and browns, that no doubt started as the dark greens of the
forest but faided with travel to their present conditions.  His boots are
earthen brown, probably not from dye but from dirt and wear.  It would
seem that life has dealt him an endless road.  But at the same time, he 
would have it no other way.  Although neither tall nor exceptionally large,
his average height and stout build reveal large distances covered with neither
horse nor carriage.  As he approaches closer, his features become more
distinguishable.  His origin is definitely foreign.  That face would make
sculptors envious.  It appears to be chisled into place; however, his eyes
seem almost lifeless and evil.  Not an ounce of emmotion can be detected from
those eyes.  A small amount of fear briefly enters those studying the 
stranger, but it is soon replaced by wonder and curiousity.  

Although the toughest protection he wears is leather, the finely crafted 
sword and dagger strapped to his hips hint at some type of military
service somewhere in his past.  But what and where just become another
mystery surrounding the emergence of the stranger.  We displays no coat of
arms, nor does he wear the colors of any known army.  If he posses scars of
battle, non are visible now.  But his eyes, although they reveal no emmotion,
display a knowledge of battle.  Both of brutality and of strategy.  What he
knows is a lot more than his appearance reveals.

Arriving at the castle gates, he calls out with a voice both strong and
demanding, and soft and caring.  "Hello there.  I am but a voyager by the
name of Marcello.  'Tis anyone there?  My voyages have led me to the road
that brought me to this realm.  I have been on the road for many months
now, all that time with nature as my only companion.  May I enter?
Would it be possible for me to stay within your land for but awhile.  I need
no room, I can stay in the forests.  I need no food, as long as I may hunt
and forage.  I honorably request an audience with the ruler of this land
to ask their permission for these things.  'Tis anyone there?"

Throughout his calling out, his confidence never sways.  He seems to know
that many eyes have fallen upon him, and that curiousity surrounds him.
His blue eyes show this confidence and never once allow the tiniest amount
of uncertainty to enter them.  Patiently Marcello awaits an answer, confident
that he knows the one he'll get.

cya l8r >8=;==;==---'

	Il Viaggiatore