From: z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [R] Killian's goodbye
Date: 11 Dec 92 12:43:24 CST
Organization: Stephen F. Austin State University

Killian awoke groggily as he heard the cry of "land ho!".  Carefully opening
his eyes, expecting the pain of the sudden burst of light which he got, he
scanned the room.  It was a complete mess.  Broken bottles of whiskey and wine
litter the room.  The table and chair were overturned and the contents of his
pack were strewn about the room.

He then turned his attention to himself.  His wounds had for the most part
healed.  He rose from the floor and stretched his stiff limbs.  Encountering
only the most minor of pain, he was satisfied that his naturally accellerated
healing and the potions had paid off.  He frowned when he remembered what he
was doing when he was wounded . . . and who was responsible.  Casting a minor
spell to clean himself off, he then turned to his closet to put on fresh
clothes.  Once dressed, he started to pack his life into his backpack.

After he is dressed and armoured, he reaches out for his staff and examines
himself in one of the fragments of a broken mirror.  Everything was in place
and he looked good.  Once again he scanned the destroyed room and felt a pang
of guilt.  It has been a journey full of guilt.

The first person he sought out was the captain.  He was understandably fearful
as the weretiger approached.  

"Dear captain, I am deeply sorry for my actions over the last leg of this
	voyage."
"Sorry my eye you lousy freak!  You killed almost as many crewmen as the
	pirates!  It's a bloody miracle we were able to get back at all!"
"It was not my fault.  I fell victim to hostile majick.  Now if you will still
	yourself for a moment..." Killian replies as he reaches into his belt
	pouch and pulls out a huge deep blue emerald.  "This should make
	ammends for the loss of your crew and the damage I did to my cabin."
	With that, Killian spins on his heel and walks away from the stammering
captain.

The next person Killian sought out was Radan.  He smiles to himself as he
remembers a noisy little inn full of corners where all theese misadventures
started.  He found the man standing on the bow as the ship was pulling into
port.

	"Radan..."
	"Yes Killian?"
	"I have to leave now.  I have betrayed your group.  Even though it
		wasn't my fault, I feel very guilty over what has happened.  
		I must go find	Tiris and put an end to his revenge."
        "You do what you feel you must.  I will miss you while you are gone.
		Despite what everyone says, you are not that bad of a man.  I 
		am proud to have known you."

The two men grasped hands and shook.  They stood and looked into each others
eyes, each trying to see the destiny of the other.  After a moment, Killian
turned and left, trying to find Jenever.

This is not going to be easy, Killian thinks to himself.  Of all the people
here, I will be missing Jenever the most.  Once again his thoughts drift back
to the inn where he danced up a storm with this beautiful, brazen, and
uninhibited woman.  That all seems like so long ago.

He searches the entire ship for her, but she cannot be found anywhere.  She
must have already disembarked.  Killian then goes to her cabin sees that her
belongings were still there.  He lets himself in and sits at her desk.  Pulling
out a sheet of paper from the desk, he puts pen to paper and writes a note.

Dearest Jenever, 

	I regret not being able to say this to your face, but you were gone and
I cannot tarry here long.  I must leave the party to seek out my brother.  The
one who has sought revenge on me for upsurping his plans to lead the pack. 
Until I have setteled with him, I cannot be with others for he may strike again
through me at you.  I hate having to leave you behind, but I could not handle
ever bringing you harm.  You have touched a part of my heart that I thought was 
safely behind a stone wall, and for that I thank you.  Maybe chance will favour
us and we shall cross paths again.  Only the Fates could know that.  Thank you
again for helping me dispell Tiris' majick, and always remember that there is
one in this world who feels very strongly for you.  Until we meet again.

			-Killian, King of Bards and Bard of Kings

He folds the note and leaves it on her bed.  He then reaches into his pouch and
pulls forth a beautiful tiger's eye stone and lays it on top of the letter. 
Wiping a tear from his eye, Killian turns and leaves the cabin.

Crossing the gangplank onto the docks, Killian decides that he must return home
to seek his brother.  Looking back once more at the ship and what he feels he
must leave behind, Killian looses himelf in the crowd.

ADMIN:	I am writing myself out of this thread.  I may actually graduate this
time round and will loose access to this account.  If I return, it will be in
mid January.  If I do not return, it has been much fun.  Thanks for letting me
participate and good luck to you all.  Until we meet agian...

Killian - King of Bards and Bard of Kings
z_falkrg@ccsvax.sfasu.edu