From: andsol@owlnet.rice.edu (Andrew J. Solberg) Date: 13 Sep 1992 23:19:29 GMT Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [KQ] Kron [Kron's Head] Dream a Little Dream Of You [Kron has blacked out from hunger, tiredness and adrenaline low as a result of 'Raelf's healing spell.] It's a mystery to Terry why the sky is flashing like a strobe light. Normally it stays either bright or dark, and remains that way for a certain measure of time. At least, that's what he thinks he remembers. It'd help if his brain wasn't full of cotton candy. Also, there's a weird buzzing noise, like a hundred wasps under a metal bucket. But that's not the strangest thing. The weird thing is, Terry is young again. Old, dusty, leathery Kron has been washed away, and what remains is a youthful and vital Terry. He's clad in the same old stitches that he wore from his early years in and around the Arcade of Unforgotten Heroes, but somehow he knows that he has shed thirty years' worth of age and bad memories. He whistles merrily and begins to stroll down the street, without a care in the world. It's daylight now, lightning-fast transition, but Terry does not notice or care. He's walking down the Arcade, sun in his face, a ripe orange in his pocket, a few coppers jangling brightly in his pouch. Well met, Hopper: how's the leg today, eh? Oi -- upset the coal cart again, Goodsir Robbin? I'll help (myself, that is...) Holla, Rudy, Cherrick -- have you seen my sister? There you are! Little scamp.... I've been looking for you all over! Where've you -- whazzis on your face? Caramel?! ...didja save me any? AH!!!! That's my little Shy. C'mon. I got a a line on a bit of work I can do, wheeling a scrap-cart. And you can brlsc euwnme IE*#$% 3e89w .3.lds..... ************ ******* ************ ******* ************ ******* ************ ******* ************ ******* ************ ******* ************ ******* *S***L***I*G ******* *ST**L***I*G C****** *ST**LIS*I*G C*NT*** *ST*BLIS*I*G C*NT*C* EST*BLISHI*G C*NTAC* E S T A B L I S H I N G C O N T A C T C O N T A C T E S T A B L I S H E D ...Shy? Cheyenne? What happened? Why's the sky so dark? And where'd everybody go? Cheyenne? ohgodnogodCHEYENNEdownthealleyand'roundthecornerCHEYENNE!dammit pleasePLEASEdontgoTHEREyouvegottabecrazy Dead End. Hell. okayshecouldnthavegotfarsoallwegottadoisturnaroundand Hello! There you are.... Cheyenne? What's the matter? You've -- grown. You look old. See, you're taller than me. And what's that sticking out of your back? What are you doing? Hey, Cheyenne....Cheyenne! Gods, you're my sister! Cheyenne, I...NO! Ah! ARH..ARGH-AU-AU-OU-AOUUUUUUU!!!!!! MYENGELETH! U'U'Uathotlep M'OU SWEROIU:LSCJF{POIJHEW:TLJH:LSJ IE! IE! SHUB-NIGGURATH!! **************************************************************************** [the brainstorm will continue] -- Andrew Solberg |"If I were your wife I'd poison your tea!" Undying University Mooch| Anon. Outraged British Woman andsol@owlnet.rice.edu |"And if I were your husband I'd drink it!" Phone:713-529-8627 | Winston Churchill