Date:         Thu, 20 Jun 1996 06:52:22 -0700
From: Kathleen Reinholz <kat@PDH.COM>
Subject:      INT: The Adventurers: Leaving Dragon's Tooth

Note:  This may be a dup.  I posted it yesterday, and haven't seen
it since.

Reserved: Myce Elf, Mat, Mer, Merwin
          Deog's Ghost (Raini)
          Tolstoy (Chris V.)
          Conk (Dale)
          Angel (Janell)
          Jacob Thornwhires
          Arturo (Chris V.)

Shared: Dug, Ruck, Brin, Dan, Damon,

If you are interested in catching up with this interactive thread,
a map of the region and the past postings can be found off of
<<http://web.mit.edu/mbarker/www/writers.html

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        After boarding the DarkWind, Myce Elf quickly woke the
children.  The day was breaking, the sky was clear and their
immediate departure was imperative.  There was a party of men, armed
with knives and bludgeons running towards the DarkWind, led by a
mounted Don Leone.

        "Get that anchor up, Dug, Ruck.  Brin, Mat, Merwin, raise
the sails.  Let's get the 'el out of here."  Myce was jumping up and
down, yelling orders right and left.

        "Myce, they're trying to board us!" Mer screamed as a
grappling hook came over the side.  Arturo ran over, and cut the
line.  A thud occured, and a splash of water hit the side of the
boat.

        Jacob ran onto the deck.  "What's the hubbub?"  His black
cloak was flapping in the light breeze, as Myce stopped, and pointed
to the men attacking the DarkWind.

        "Allow me to be of assistance." Jacob said, as he bowed
gallantly.  He pulled a silver pouch out of his pocket and sprinkled
it's contents onto his hand.  Then he blew gently on the pile of
clear sparkling gemstones.  As they misted over from the moisture in
his breath, the clouds raced to cover the sun and the fog rolled
into the harbor.

        As the yells from the men below became muffled, thumps and
cries were heard as the scoundrels began bumping into each other.
Another grappling hook made it onto the DarkWind, but it was as
easily dispatched as the first.  Dug and Ruck hurriedly raised the
anchor, and the DarkWind slowly moved out of the port.

        "I don't know where to steer!  The fog is everywhere." Brin
cried out.  Mer ran over and took over the wheel.  She closed her
eyes, and felt her way out of the harbor.  A long, tense hour
followed, as everyone strained to hear if the DarkWind was scraping
bottom, or coming near the jagged rocks that lined the Dragon's
mouth.
        Finally the fog cleared, and the DarkWind was calmly moving
forward on the sea.  Mer looked exhausted. She let go of the wheel,
and began to fall. Merwin and Damon rushed, catching her before her
head hit the deck.

          "She'll be alright, she just needs some sleep." Jacob
said after looking at the girl.  He then directed the boys to take
Mer to her bunk.

        "Well, Myce."  Jacob said, as he took her hand.  "What next?"
        Myce smiled at the handsome minute wizard.  "I don't know.
Does anyone have any ideas?"