[RP:] A new clue, A new hope...
ASCII Skull
Hi all! What happens next may or may not be very important, but
Rozberk asked if I could think of any way to find Ms. E'fish. Anyway,
since Ascii really isn't really diverse in his expertise, so I'm
bringing in the *BIG* guns- or rather, the divine ones... Hope noone
minds a bit of borderline sacrelidge to ShadowAngel's Goddess...
~~~
Ascii the Skull was wracked with inner turmoil. He knew not
even if his world still existed, though he had evidence to suggest
that he had plenty of time to find out... Now, he was to help one of
his first friends on this world to try to save it's denizens, and...
He reached into his chest cavity & pulled out one of several
vials filled with dark blood. Shaking it, he searched in the swirls
of magic for a pattern... But as usual, to no avail... Ah, best not
to dwell on these things... Soon, they would be confronting Ms.
E'fish...
The door to the common room opened. A young woman strode in,
carrying what perhaps Max would have known as a cordless electric
guitar. She was of average height, and she seemed to have been
rendered in watercolor, but with hard edges. She quickly made her way
to Repeek.
"Um, Hi, I'm- Well call me Heather. I have something for you. You
are Repeek right?"
"Ahem? Well, I am Repeek, and welcome to the AMMA Inn, last free inn
in the Realm" Repeek proudly acknowledged. "What do you have for me?"
'Heather' said, "Perhaps a song for your customers?"
Repeek aceeded, but adomished her to keep it fairly low so
that people didn't have to listen to it.
She took out her guitar, and began to play a piece of music
that quickly stilled conversations across the room. A few minutes
into the song, Ascii stood up. He started to make for the player, but
couldn't make much headway through the throng around her.
The song was really a story sung out about a war between Gods,
with the fate of a world at stake. All to soon, it was over, however,
any only those of this strongest wills, such as Repeek & ShadowAngel,
could even remember the story at all, but it left an impression on
all. Ascii, on the other hand, felt as if every world was burned into
the inside of his skull.
Just as the last notes died in the air, Ascii made it through the
crowd and looked upon the singer. Suddenly, he kneeled and
proclaimed, "Praise to thee, my great Goddess, who hath delivered me
from mine angst!" Every eye turned to him, and when they returned,
the singer was gone...
~~~
As the crowd dispersed, Ascii rose. Repeek, joined by
ShadowAngel & a few others, went to the skeleton.
"Mercy, but what was that all about?" asked the suprised innkeeper.
"Do you know that song?"
"No, my friend, but the music, ah, that is based on a song I know
well. It is a hymn to my Goddess, and these words- these give me new
hope... A new clue, a new hope..."
"What about the singer, this Heather? She seemed to have quite an
impact on you."
"*HEATHER?* Then, well, oh my Goddess..."
~~~
Well, it didn't help *much* in the way of the gorgon, but I just
couldn't let this go... Any questions, comments, I'm still here.
To Rozberk & Clare: You two are probably the only ones who will
understand fully what happened. I'll go into more details via e-mail.
Jim (ASCII Skull) Lawless <fro...@pipeline.com>
"Dammit Jim, I'm a corpse, not a doctor!"
Rozberk Omniist
On Fri, 16 Jan 1998 23:26:28 GMT, in reply to a post ASCII Skull left
in alt.mythology.mythic-animals, Rozberk posted:
But that reminds me...I haven't seen Max in a long time. I thought he
might be useful on this quest.
As he surveys the assembled group, he wonders who has had an unusually
bad string of luck lately....
Rozberk understood Ascii's history and pain better than most. he also
knew he didn't know it enough.
Ascii, if it is a clue you have been given; please let's have
it. I'm fearing that the hour for secret travels is rapidly
approaching. Do we search in Ungo or not? Will she be hostile or
forgiving?
And to you ShadowAngel, I ask this: who do you deem to stay here and
be barkeep? I don't want to seem pompous, my lord, but my magic and
the power running and sustaining this inn is not little, no? It will
have to been someone under you who is strong in the way of metamorphic
magic.
As Repeek sets a backpack down on the bar, he starts to pack many
unusual items as he waits for his friends answers....
>~~~
>
Rozberk
Clare Yeowart
Rozberk Omniist wrote:
>On Fri, 16 Jan 1998 23:26:28 GMT, in reply to a post ASCII Skull left
>in alt.mythology.mythic-animals, Rozberk posted:
<snip>
>>
>>~~~
>>
>> As the crowd dispersed, Ascii rose. Repeek, joined by
>>ShadowAngel & a few others, went to the skeleton.
>>"Mercy, but what was that all about?" asked the suprised innkeeper.
>>"Do you know that song?"
>>"No, my friend, but the music, ah, that is based on a song I know
>>well. It is a hymn to my Goddess, and these words- these give me new
>>hope... A new clue, a new hope..."
>>"What about the singer, this Heather? She seemed to have quite an
>>impact on you."
>>"*HEATHER?* Then, well, oh my Goddess..."
>
>Rozberk understood Ascii's history and pain better than most. he also
>knew he didn't know it enough.
> Ascii, if it is a clue you have been given; please let's have
>it. I'm fearing that the hour for secret travels is rapidly
>approaching. Do we search in Ungo or not? Will she be hostile or
>forgiving?
>
>And to you ShadowAngel, I ask this: who do you deem to stay here and
>be barkeep? I don't want to seem pompous, my lord, but my magic and
>the power running and sustaining this inn is not little, no? It will
>have to been someone under you who is strong in the way of metamorphic
>magic.
>
>As Repeek sets a backpack down on the bar, he starts to pack many
>unusual items as he waits for his friends answers....
"Hmmm. That's a tricky one, my friend." The gryphon sits deep in
thought for a moment, and then grins.
"Could I do it? I don't need to be at the lair, the Ghost keeps it
clean and tidy, and none of the others has the right kind of power at
the right strength...please?"
--
ShadowAngel the Gold, Gryphon Lord, Defender of the Realm
Clare Yeowart, cl...@witsend.u-net.com
Reality is what refuses to go away when I stop believing in it.
-Philip K. Dick