Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: The contest begins!
Message-ID: <1992May14.054523.6328@rat.csc.calpoly.edu>
From: jax@polyslo.csc.calpoly.edu (Jaxman)
Date: Thu, 14 May 92 05:45:23 GMT
References: <1992May14.053716.18524@rice.edu> <1992May14.155935.29906@midway.uchicago.edu> <1992May14.180813.18780@athena.mit.edu>

Master Stol reacts:
>Stol smiles as the various novices cut loose with their weapons, observing the
>shower of nails with even more surprise, then takes his second shot.  The
>stool jumps out of the way, and the dagger plows into the wall behind it.  
>He too turns to the druid, and hefts two more daggers, one in each hand.  The
>dagger in his right hand sails toward the druid, its tip burying underneath
>the druids glass.  As the druid starts backward Stol grins and fires his left 
>dagger backward. It lands in the exact center of the crescent moon of nails 
>and well within the center ring.
>
>Stol walks over to the druid's table without looking at the target and draws 
>his dagger from the woodwork with a smile, then continues into the main bar 
>where he grabs a glass of ale and hurries back, at last, to recover his other 
>two daggers.  He then sets his foot against the target and, pulling with all
>his might, withdraws the crossbow bolt and nails, which he lays aside on the
>table.
>

  Drax looks with respect upon the prowess of Stol with his weapons of choice,
 and walks over to pick up his nails. Putting them into the red gauze that 
 surrounds his body, Drax walks back over to the Table of the Shrouded One.
 
  "A most excellent throw, Master Stol. For such a price as that, you deserve
   something from the chest of Mackeldvar, if you so desire. "

 Drax bows towards Stol, with his teeth glinting brightly against the backdrop
 of his skin.

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