| From: | "Thomas W. Craig" <Craigtw1@***.COM> |
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| Subject: | Olorin and Flute |
| Date: | Mon, 24 Apr 1995 18:08:09 -0400 |
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You see before you a private room in what appears to be some sort of hospital
or clinic, it may be private or it might be public. The walls seem to be
covered with posters as if it were in what could be considered to be the
Children's Ward. Sunlight is pouring in through the two windows that have
their curtains pulled away and the blinds pulled up.
There is a bed with its headboard against the left wall, lying on it is the
unconcious elven form of Flute, her long black hair flowing about and framing
her swollen face. From the rise and fall of her chest you can tell that her
breathing though steady is somewhat belabored. The monitors next to the bed
show that her vital signs are steady albeit just a bit weak. Sitting next to
the bed with his back facing the camera, wearing a black duster is a troll.
The troll has his black hair tied back into a ponytail. Standing near the
window closest to the bed is a human of average height, his Blond hair also
in a ponytail. The human is wearing a black duster.
The human worry etched on his face says, "I hope she wakes up soon."
The troll, wearing street clothes, turns his chair to face the human, his
brown eyes filled with worry, "I hope so, too, for her sake and that of THE
Nexus, Sneakthief. He's likely to kill Riglia as it is, if he should find
out about this."
"Zactof, Nex might not be ABLE to kill Riglia...with everyone out for
blood.", Sneakthief speaks with a tone akin to fear, the thought of the
assassin lacking a victim obviously affecting him.
"As it stands, we are most fortunate that Nex is unconcious as well...It
would be a terrible disaster if Nex were to be killed, then Flute would have
noone except us to care for her."
"True...but we cannot afford to worry about things that are improbablities.
I just hope that the doctors are wrong about her being almost certainly
paralyzed."
"I hope so, too...she has too much fighting spirit; just like Kovak; to give
in so easily. I just hope, if she recovers, that this isn't the straw that
breaks the camel's back...she shouldn't stop decking...hopefully..."
Zactof's words are cut off as a musical male voice with a slight Irish
accent from outside the picture interupts.
"She is not in nearly as bad shape as she appears, gentlemen."
Both men twirl around, Zactof pulling a two-handed sword out from underneath
the bed and Sneakthief pulling a sawed off double-barrel shotgun from
underneath his duster;
as a very pale almost deathly white, nearly seven foot tall elf, dressed in
white, and long blond hair flowing past his shoulders enters the picture.
The elf waves his right hand almost nonchalantly and Zactof's and
Sneakthief's weapons fall from lifeless hands.
"You do not need your weapons, I intend no harm."
Both men stammer, "Wh-Who are you?"
The elf with a courteous bow to the troll and a smile states, "I am Olorin.
As you can recall Zactof, I offered to come to aid the child; and you did
accept that aid.", the smile fades to look of serious disposition with a ting
of sadness, "The child is fairly important to a relation of mine; who this
relation is, I am not at liberty to say."
Olorin still speaking, indicates the unconcious Flute, "May I?"
Zactof, visibly unnerved and a bit puzzled, steps aside and queries, "How do
you know me? I've never met you, or have I?"
Olorin, a ting of amiable laughter on his voice, says, "I know many things."
A frown suddenly creases his face as he moves dexteriously to the foot of the
bed, and picks up the medical chart there with practiced ease.
As Olorin skims through the pages on the chart, he quirks his eyebrows and
mutters, "Hmmm...probable severe brain trauma...multiple cranial
lesions...dump shock...", as he speaks he moves to opposite side of the bed
from the camera, "possibly caused by Black level Intrusion-Countermeasure
defenses. Magical healing partially successful. Only partially successsful,
hmmm...I wonder why?"
"We've had a Bear Shaman, called Treebear, try...Even HE is baffled, by
this.", Zactof supplies.
"Ahhh...with his type magic still relatively new to this time that would
explain his relatively unsuccessful attempt. I know several ancient
methodologies that might help...", trailing off Olorin places a hand, gently,
on Flute's face, to be replaced by a chant in a language that the two other
men cannot place,"Colono date ichmo sholo dose alant ocho dake.", as he
speaks his brow becomes furrowed with concentration and his voice seems to
grow dim as if he were moving away into the distance.
The swelling of Flute's face seems to diminish and her breathing seems to
relax into an easy rhythm. The monitors show a growing strength in her vital
signs. Zactof and Sneakthief gasp at the changes, as Olorin removes his hand
with a smile quirking at the edges of his lips.
Olorin pronounces, "I'll give her a 70% chance of full recovery, a 25% chance
of partial paralyzation, and a 5% chance of full paralyzation. I'm afraid I
cannot do better, but, alas, This is something that is rare for me to treat.
What I did was only the first attempt; but as you can see it did all that I
can do for her. Now, all we CAN do is watch and wait. I mayhaps check on
her periodically; but my attention for now is needed elsewhere."
Before Zactof and Sneakthief can thank him; Olorin disappears.
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Boy, that is a neat trick could someone teach this decker how to do
that?]<<<<<
--FreeLine (15:05:30 PDT/ 04:24:56)
