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2 total messages Started by Trevor Taylor Tue, 26 Jan 1993 15:06
[Mor-Ganth] Tension and Exit
#73
Author: Trevor Taylor
Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 15:06
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>     The dwarf decides it's time he said something about that poem of 
>Cranach's.  'I seem to remeber a poem much like the one you just recited.
>De end ad ta do with de accomplishing de bypassing of dose dere obstacles 
>myboy.  Nothin bout the netherhells.  Me memory is a little foggy bout de 
>piece of writing.  I may be wrong.  As for rewards, all I want is to be able 
>to sit me older upon dat dere throne in de keep' mentions the dwarf.  As he 
>queitly watches for dem dere reactions.

Cranach sat queitly for a moment, and digested the words of the 
dwarf. Suddenly, he lept to his feet sending his chair crashing 
to the floor , startling the occupants of the room. He stepped close
to the dwarf, and said, in a seething stage whisper,

	"What in the name of all that is evil do you
	know about the dark realm ? Where would
	you have picked up that little piece of
	poetry, my good sir !  Perhaps, you
	of no name, are a black dwarf ---the
	type that eats small children for breakfast
	stuffed with  roasted orc entrails ? "

	Cranach's mind grimaced at his memory of
	this.
	
	"I can assure you , if you are a Black
	dwarf, then you and I must meet, this
	night, and have done with it !"

	Cranach stood barely inches from the face
	of the dwarf, glaring, his face palid and
	tense.


Mr Briggs meanwhile, remained seated, and was taken aback
and slighly firghtened about the sudden change in the atmosphere of
the room.

	"uuuuugghhhh,.....", Briggs said as he cleared his 
	voice.

	"Gentlemen, gentlemen, let us not begin our quest
	at each other's throats!. Let us instead retire
	to my lodgings, where we can further our 
	discussions, in a more discreet manner."

As Briggs said this he thought " What have I got into this time ?
Ths whole thing is going to be a disaster ! ".

The Drow and the dwarf stared at each other a moment but
decided to postpone the argument for later. Dahvyn and
Briggs rose, exited the storeroom and headed towards the 
main entrance. Next to leave the room was the dwarf, followed
a few seconds later, by a still palid Cranach.

	As Cranach passed across the room, he noticed a
strangley ringed  and hard looking individual, dinning with a stunning
looking Woman. The individual's eyes met his, with a masked but
tense stare, equalled only by the dark, emotionless glare
Cranach returned. Moments later, he met with his other three companions
at the main door, whereupon they all left the Inn, bound for
Mr Brigg's lodgings.
[Djinn]:Agraba, the city in the desert
#74
Author: Mike Conner
Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1993 15:29
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[ADMIN]: This post was writtne my Deborah Berry Taylor, she was having troubles
         with her site so I'm posting it for her.

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Raven woke to the smell of Meriden's tea and the murmur of voices.  It must 
be still early since Chalmers hadn't bothered to wake her yet.  Gods, she 
thought with a shudder, two mornings in a row I'm up at dawn ... I'll be 
glad to get to Agraba, just so I can sleep late again!  She smiled softly 
to herself as the comforts an inn provided ran through her head; a real 
bed, a long hot bath, a choice of food and ale ... it seemed like forever 
since she'd enjoyed those things instead of only 3 days.  And tonight she 
could have all of those things!  She sat up, throwing back the covers as 
Chalmers poked his head in the opening, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. 

"Good morning!  he smiled at her, then leaned in for a kiss.

"Morning," she smiled back when the kiss ended, taking the cup from his 
hands.  "I'll be dressed in a minute." 

Chalmers was surprised at Raven's unprecidented good mood.  "I'm glad 
you're awake already, we're almost packed.  We can leave as soon as you're 
ready and we've packed up our tent." 

A few minutes later Raven emerged from the tent with her and Chalmers' 
packs.  All three men looked at her with puzzled looks on their faces.  
Instead of the tight black leather and satin clothes she normally wore, 
today she had on a light colored bloused tunic and and full trousers tucked 
into her boots.  Both the pants and tunic were made of a light weight 
linen.  A long scarf of gauzy white material was wrapped around her neck.  
The clothes fit loosly, effectively concealing the curves her other outfits 
enhanced.  Raven shivered in the cold morning air, throwing he cloak over 
her shoulders as she handed Chalmers her mug and asked for another cup of 
tea.  When Chalmers asked her about the change, she mearly replied that 
she'd be warm enough soon and that they would most likely be too warm in 
the clothes they were wearing. 

Within the hour they were traveling southwest through the Desert of 
Lindsey.  Chalmers had never been to Agraba, but he was sure it was 
somewhere southwest of the canyon.  The farther they got from the canyon,
the warmer it got.  By noon, though it was by no means hot, it was warm
enough that their cloaks had been removed.  

Chalmers had taken off his woolen tunic as well, leaving only his black 
chainmail and his linen under tunic.  The chainmail was warm to the touch.  
He used the sheet he bought at Smitty's to cover his head, draping it down 
his back like a cloak, so that it covered the chainmail effectively 
blocking the sun's rays.  A bright green strip of satin (a piece of Raven's 
ruined blouse) tied it around his head.   Raven offered another piece of 
gauzy cloth to tie around the lower part of his face to keep the sand out 
of his mouth and nose.  She offered similar scarves to Meriden and Jester.  

Meriden had refused, instead digging into his pack and retrieving one of 
his own.  Instantly the magic in the scarf cooled his overheated body.  
Jester accepted her offer greatfully.  Raven felt sorriest for him, his 
brightly colored silk clothes had to be hot.  

Chalmers called for a rest when they reached a large rock outcropping that 
offered some shade from the sun.  Only Raven and Meriden looked 
ccomfortable. Jester and Chalmers looked miserable.

"When we get to Agraba, Chalmers and Jester at least will need to get some 
more appropriate clothes for desert travel," Raven said as she returned 
with another canteen from the horses.  "From the description on the scroll, 
the Djinn's desert is more like Amuran than this desert ... it will be much 
hotter!" 

"Aren't you hot?" Chalmers asked Raven.

"She shrugged, "A little .. but only because it's been so long since I was 
home.  I guess I've gotten more used to your cold weather than I thought.  
Back home this would be a pleasent evening temperature."  The men just 
stared at her in disbelief.  This dry heat was pleasent?  "You also have 
another problem as well," she continued, "your skin is so fair that the sun 
and wind have burned your faces above the scarves, that makes you feel even 
hotter.  We'll have to get something to prevent further damage when we 
reach Agraba."

"I think I have something that will help," Meriden said reaching for his 
pack.

"Meriden! STOP!"  Raven shouted, flinging one of her knives into the sand 
just inches from his hand.  When he looked down, Meriden saw that her knife 
had neatly pinned a 10 inch long scorpion to the ground.  The scorpian 
shuddered once and stoped moving.  "Everyone move slowly away from the 
rocks," Raven spoke quietly.  If there's one, there's probably others."  
She bent and retrieved her knife, carefully avoiding the scorpion's barbed
tail.  

Jester, Chalmers and Meriden slowly moved away from the rocks.  Another 
scorpion skittered around the rock Jester had been sitting on.  Then 
another and another.  Soon it seemed a whole swarm of scorpions was 
streaming out of the rocks.  

Away from the rocks, Chalmers reached the horses and dug through his packs.  
Grabbing a wool blanket and some oil, he hurried back to the others.  Raven 
had drawn her rapier, intending to skewer any that came close enough.  
Meriden had instinctively pulled a string on his shirt and a shimmering 
barrier had sprung up between him, Jester and the horses and the now 
advancing scorpions.  Chalmers threw the blanket on the scorpions, then 
sprinkled the oil.  Seeing his intentions, Meriden quickly dug out his 
flint and steel.  A clump of dried grass served as tinder.  As soon as it 
was lit he dropped the shield and threw the burning grass on the blanket.  
The blanket went up in flames, a couple of the scorpions escaped before the 
fire consumed them, but they were easily avoided.  The companions mounted 
their horses and rode away.

Several hours later, Jester spotted a large dark smudge on the horizon.  As 
dusk approached, a brilliant sunset highlighted the city of Agraba.  As 
they rode through the gate, the first stars of the evening were seen in the 
eastern sky.  

The city was large and even as darkness fell, it's citizens still hurried 
down it's dusty streets.  A quick inquiry led them to an inn called 
Averies.  As Chalmers arranged for two rooms, Jester and Meriden looked 
around.  It seemed to be a respectable place and the food smelled good.  
Meriden looked forward to a meal he hadn't had to cook.  Jester looked 
around and noticed what Meriden failed to see ... most of the patrons were 
staring at them.  At first he thought that it was because of their clothes 
and coloring, since the other patrons were all obviously desert dwellers, 
but then he realized that Raven was the only woman in this place.  No 
barmaids, no female patrons, no other women and several of the men were 
staring at her.  Could be trouble, he thought as Chalmers handed Meriden a 
key as he and Raven headed upstairs. 
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