Dark Shadow:
Hail and Well Met. I've observed you as I passed by outside the window of The Green Dragon Inn. Your impressive adventurous nature is well noted. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
* enters smiling, cloak flowing behind him, encircled by rising Old Toby smoke, bows a greeting *
The situation at your birthday party sounds familiar to mine, only I was the one playing with fire. To mingle Ages (for which I beg pardon), the year was 1989, or perhaps 1988 or 1990. I was attending a Middle Earth bbs computer gathering at a strange sort of Inn known as a pizza place. In days of old, before the internet, those of us from bbs computer forums would often get together to meet the faces behind the names.
Wanting to provide just a touch of magical entertainment, I thought to produce a small flash of flame while sitting at the table. Being an active member of the International Brotherhood of Magicians at the time, (Buffalo, Gene Gordon Ring 12), you'll understand that the tale I herewith tell is quite based on reality.
Long tale short, instead of a mere fiery flash, I accidentally created a globular fireball larger than I'd expected. The ball of flame fell into my hands, where I cradled it for a moment, thinking how funny it was that there was absolutely no pain or burning sensation. Amazing even myself, I dropped the fireball onto the table, where it burned a hole through the cover of a friend's document before vanishing.
A hush fell on the assembled crowd, ... from the hosts Elven Lady Brandoria and her two friends, lords of Men with the very unpretentious names of Salty and Paul Beer Sniffer, to all the guests. I grinned sheepishly, did no further displays of magic, and ever afterwards tried to live down the exaggerated claims that Gandalf nearly burnt down an entire Inn by uttering a single command.
As for your own situation, Dark Shadow, I'm sure your birthday party was by far the merrier for being hosted with such safe wisdom as your own.
Gandalf the Grey
[ January 02, 2003: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]
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