From: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [AG] A Little After 4...
Date: 15 Sep 1992 22:14:37 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bj689@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Mike D. Bavister)
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        Christopher M. Steiner <csteiner@ousace.cs.ohiou.ed>]

    Toscon  approached  the east gate with a large smile on  his  face.   He 
 looked  a  few shades whiter (due to removal of dirt), his black  hair  was 
 recently combed and actually looked black again, and his dark blue leathers 
 had been replaced by a blue and white cotton suit.  He waved to Effandir as 
 he approached.
 
    Effandir had been waiting for about an hour.  It seemed that Toscon  was 
 not  much for being on time.  Effandir, on the other hand, was a  bit  more 
 pragmatic.  He was there on time, he had brought his horse with him, and he 
 had enough provisions for many weeks.  
 
    <What  have  you gotten yourself into?> Effandir said to himself  as  he 
 brushed his shoulder-length blonde hair out of his eyes.  The sight of this 
 Toscon was better than that of before, to say the least.  
 
    "I  see  you have decided to finally show up."  Effandir  looked  a  bit 
 agitated.    "Why do you have that silly smile on your face?  And where  is 
 your horse?"
 
    Toscon stopped.  "What horse?  I don't own a horse..."
 
    "The one that you're going to be traveling with."
 
    Toscon looks at the overburdened horse, judging that he could make about 
 the same time as it and says, "I usually just walk."  Toscon starts heading 
 out the gate and pauses.  "Um, which way is north?"
 
    "Well,  if this is the east gate, And the sun is over  there,"  Effandir 
 says  after  pointing west, "and it is morning, then north  is  that  way."  
 Effandir says triumphantly pointing south.
 
    "So that's east," Toscon points east, "and that's north," Toscon  points 
 south,  "then we want to go that way," and confidently marched towards  the 
 southeast.
 
    A  man jumped out from the shadows with a look of consternation  on  his 
 face.  This man's hair was salt white with the hair just above the forehead 
 being  ebony black so as to give him an inverse skunk look.   His  brownish 
 cloak  was  flapping in the slight breeze to reveal his white  chemise  and 
 brown breeches. 
 
    "NO!  YOU  FOOLS!  North is that way!"  Aglarond  said  pointing  north.  
 "And  you have to go northeast!" By this point Aglarond  was  gesticulating 
 madly.
 
    Effandir  dove off his horse while Toscon curled up in a  ball,  waiting 
 for  the impact of a fireball or some other mystical energy.  When  nothing 
 happened he said to Effandir, "What did he cast?"
 
    Effandir was laying on his side with a puzzeled expression on his  face.  
 "It looked like he was summoning a mount?"
 
    "YOU  MORONS!!   I  was  not casting any  spells.  I  was  pointing  the 
 direction that you idiots are supposed to go!  Now be off, and just  follow 
 the map!"  Aglarond said in a huff.  He turned and swiftly disappeared into 
 the shadows, leaving behind no trace that he had even been there.
 
    "Oh,"  Toscon  said,  dissapointed.  He'd been  looking  forward  to  an 
 interesting fight.  "Well, you've got the map, so take the lead."
 
    "Hey.  Did we ever get his name?" Effandir asked as he started his horse 
 up.
 
    "I  think so, but I've never been good at names.  I usually  don't  need 
 them."
 
    They promptly headed out east-northeast.

 
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+ Toscon- Life is to long to play it safe. +
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It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.
It is by the juice of Safu
that the thoughts aquire speed
the lips aquire stains
the stains become a warning.
It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.    - Mentat Piter De Vries


Life is a swamp.  And above the swamp, there is fog.