Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) Subject: Meshtak gets wasted. Message-ID: <1992May15.225429.9020@cheshire.oxy.edu> Date: Fri, 15 May 1992 22:54:29 GMT Meshtak's drinking has slowed down now, and he is watching those those that are throwing projectiles at the target. Meshtak picks up the whip that he has hooked to his belt, and while he is holding it, it glows and transforms itself into a crossbow. Meshtak takes shaky aim, his arm quivering with the spirits he has already quaffed, and he lets loose an arrow. The arrow lodges about an inch below the target, imbedding itself in the wall. "Grot." Meshtak mutters. He hands Rowan a silver piece. "Sorry 'bout the wall." He says. As he turns back to his ale, he mutters "Gotta cut down, I'm spendin' too much here." Finally, Meshtak pokes a finger at the man with the bandaged hands, being careful not to hurt the man with his claws. "Hey, friend. What happened to your hands?" As Meshtak waits for an answer, he examines Drax's magic box with interest. -- "You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL "A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica