Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: hibschmn@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Johann A. Hibschman) Subject: Melkathiel: General mischief Message-ID: <1992May16.195629.13065@Princeton.EDU> Date: Sat, 16 May 1992 19:56:29 GMT Melkathiel glances towards the door of the tavern, where some manner of altercation seems to be taking place. A scene of much drama, suspense, and heroism appears to be developing in that corner, far too serious for the goblin to admit interest. He searches the rest of the room for amusement; unfortunately he finds some. He announces to the room: "Gee. Look at all of those people wearing dark cloaks who're lurking in the corners of the room. I can barely see them, and I bet that they can't even see themselves. Sheeesh. I guess there have to be some parts of the room that do not enjoy full illumination whenever normal lighting is used, but never fear! I can fix it! (Well, at least temporarily, don't expect miracles.)" The skinny goblin begins to chant, flailing wildly with his rune-covered quarterstaff. A pinpoint of light appears in each corner of the tavern, quickly expanding into small glowing balls, which shed just enough light for the corners to be nicely lit. By some strange coincidence, none of the magical lights shed any light in the general direction of the bar, but several of the light fields have accidentally intersected near the entrance to the tavern, where the rather loud and annoying captain just happens to be standing. "There. That's much better. I wouldn't want anyone to trip or anything because of the gloom." He peers eagerly into the now brightly-lit corners of the room, and then bounds over to the door to peer curiously at the newcomers. -=Melkathiel, goblin wizard...OF DESSSSTINY=-