From: pope@physics.su.OZ.AU (The Nightstalker)
Subject: The Nightstalkers tale continues...
Organization: School of Physics, University of Sydney, Australia
Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1992 03:08:25 GMT

The Nightstalker takes a swig from his mug of water, and nibbles on his bread
and cheese.  All the time, his face is not visible but is shrouded in darkness.

"The steps were mossy and slippery, and in my state that was not such a good
thing.  Ry-Clar helped me down, and it seemed an age before we finally reached
the bottom.  It was cold, but is was dry, and so we decided that it would be a
good place to stop.  Ry-Clar was using his infravision, but mine was again 
impared, and so I bid him light some torches.  He did so, and we found 
ourselves to be standing infront of a sturdy looking door, with large brass
handles and a large key hole.  The wind whistled its way down the stairway, and
we soon decided that the best course of action would be to enter through that
mysterious looking doorway."

In the background, Listener plays a haunting tune that brings to mind the sound
of the rushing wind.

"The door was not locked, and we entered.  What we saw was obviously a burial
chamber, for it was struin with all manner of things.  There were weapons and
chests, faded tapestries on the walls and in the centre of the room, was a
throne.  It was simple enough, plain and unadorned.  Sat upon it was a skeletal
figure, dressed in simple brown robes.  In his boney hand he held a sword, with
fancy gold-worked hilt.  It still shone in the darkness as it reflected the  
torchlight.  Curiousity overcame Ry-Clar, and he centured forward to examine
the blade.  But, as soon as he was within three feet of the seated figure, he
disappeared!  Vanished before my eyes.  I extended what there was of my will
outwards, but could not feel Ry-Clar.  There was a presence in the room, and
it came from the figure."

"Grabbed by boldness, I rushed forward.  As I did so I felt giddy and light-
headed, and a vision of the trees above me came to mind.  At once I knew what
had happened to Ry-Clar, and fought with the last strength of my mind.  Soon
the vision passed and I stood before the figure.  I addressed it directly."

"'I sense you are no being of evil, and I mean you no harm.'
'I wish only to be left in peace', a voice appeared in my mind."  

"I was amazed.  We spoke for sometime.  He was a mighty warrior long ago, and  
as a result of some freak of magic, was left to sit in quite contemplation for
several centuries.  Ry-Clar soon reappeared, drenched from the rains above.
The warrior had teleported Ry-Clar several feet above where he had been 
standing, and had tried to do the same thing to me.  It was one of the 
abilities he had recieved with his unlife.  He told me many things, of such
no man has heard for many years.  He was in touch with many spirits, and had
learned much.  Of such things I will not speak of now.  We rested that night,
and through the morning.  When the sun was high in the sky we left him,
promising not to reveal where he lay to anyone.  On my return, I set some
wards on his tomb, so that he would not be readily disturbed.  From there, we
set out for the forest, but that is a tale for another time.  Tis time to
enter the veil of the night, and see what I find."

With that, The Nightstalker gathers his cloak around him and exits, leaving
a starry eyed Bob to clean up the remnants of his meal.



--
The Nightstalker.....




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