From: lari@netcom.com (Lari Howard)
Subject: CASTLE: Trog dreams...
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 92 17:58:52 GMT
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Here's another post from Trog...

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Jame>	The two adventurers started journeying through the vast
Jame> forests of the Land and found their way, after two days of
Jame> travel, to the foothills of the vast mountain range that
Jame> bordered one side of the Land. The sky above was filled with
Jame> brilliant stars that wheeled
Jame> slowly through the night above the two slumbering wanderers.

Morgana> Morgana decided it was time to check in on Trog to be sure he
Morgana> hadn't found some pleasant diversion to slow him down.  She
Morgana> sat by the low fire and gathered her thoughts and reached out
Morgana> to him.  He was dreaming and she became quickly confused by
Morgana> the abstract images.  She backed out quickly - but not before
Morgana> she realized that he was not traveling alone.  Again she
Morgana> reached out and searched for Trog's companion.  She could
Morgana> tell there was someone there, but the mind was walled up
Morgana> somehow - as though it had been wounded and needed to close
Morgana> in on itself to heal.  She did get a small glimpse and he
Morgana> seemed familiar somehow, but changed.  She withdrew rather
Morgana> than press and disturb the rest he so clearly needed.

*Snore*

Oh hello Morgana, what are you saying, Oh the stick man has broken his
sword again. Never mind, I've got some swede past that will fix it.
Jame you know what the difference between a carrot and a swede is? A
carrot got four legs. Hehehehhohhohehehe. I didn't realise that the
forest was soo big, do you think we'll ever get out. Mummy, what's
daddy doint with that axe. Morgana won't let me play with her wodden
horse but she lets Durian play. Jame, sing that song again, the one
that the Minstrel taught me......

*Snore*

When Jame and Trog awoke it was still dark and both felt a thumping in
their chests. The cry which had awoken them was not human, but both
knew that if they mentioned it, it would become more real. 

"Well", said Jame sounding as macho as he could, while trying not to
clentch to tightly to his sword. "I suppose since we're both awake we
might as well move on. What do you say Trog"

"Yes, that sounds a very good idea", like Jame voice, Trog was
sounding extra-ordinarily loud. "What is this place", he wispered
under his breath. 

They had made camp in a hollow surrounded by large pines and with a
fresh stream running from the mountains. It had seemed ordinary when
they had arrived, but now the sky was so clear, and the stream
splashed and guggled, everything was just like the contrast had been
turned up. The grass beneath their feet seemed to be just that bit
crisper and the moonlight off the stream, just that bit brighter.

"I don't know, but I've heard tell of places like this in the woods,
where travellers get lured."

They both turned and looked to the far bank, it was as if someone had
spoken but neither could rememeber if they had heard a voice or not.
Nethertheless on the far bank was the most beautiful lady either the
traveller had ever seen. She wore a gown of the softest silk and on
her head was a crown. Both travellers felt their wills pulled closer
and before they knew they had more found themselves on the far bank.

"Which of you is Thomas?" the ladies voice was lirical and rang with
the sound of small bells. 

"Neither of us is known by that name 'mlady" replied Jame. "I am
called Jame and this is my friend Trog"

"I feel that these are not your true name. But that is of no matter"
said the lady "I would like to show you something, will you follow
me?"

"Gladly 'mlady. But first may we know who you are. My heart tells me
that you must be the queen of heaven" said Trog

"Ney, dear Trog, that name does not belong to me. I am the queen of
fair elf land. Where you and I this night may go"

The travellers followed the lady as she seemed to float across the
ground and off through the woods. They travelled on and on for what
appear like an eternity. At times they heard what must be the sound of
the sea, until finally they stopped at a small hill set in the midst o
a clearing.

"Where have you taken us 'mlady", asked Trog.

"See yon broad, long road", she pointed to the west, and stretching
out far into the distance was a path wider than any normal woodland
path, infact it was difficult to percieve quite how wide it was since
its edges were blurred. "That is the road to wickedness, some call it
the road to success".

"See on narrow road, beset with thron and briar", again se point but
to the east this time. That is the road to heaven, but after it but
few enquire.

"See yon bony, bony road, that lies beneath that fairy hill", once
again she pointed, but this time straight at the small hill, and where
previously there had been grass there was now an opening and warm
light eminated from the knoll. "That is the road to fair elf land. Now
I would ask you to follow me. But this is not a request. Follow me to
elf land and serve me for 7 years and I will give you your hearts
desire. But once you have chosen your path you may not turn back.
Serve me seven years and not a day more no less and the prize will be
yours?" 

Trog