From: jax@polyslo.csc.calpoly.edu (Jaxman)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Melkathiel: Re: newcomer
Message-ID: <1992May18.192829.20616@rat.csc.calpoly.edu>
Date: 18 May 92 19:28:29 GMT
References: <9205181342.AA21537@top.magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu> <mgb.706204613@geo> <1992May18.181012.8205@Princeton.EDU>


Melkathiel acts: 
>
>	The goblin who has been lurking in the corner, slightly bored,
>rushes to the door.  He kneels by the fallen figure and casts a quick
>spell, and most of the wounds close.  He looks tiredly up to Oridian and
>replies,
>
>   "Not all worlds restrict healing power to the religious.
>Unfortunately, all I can do is close her wounds and hope that some spark
>of life remains.  Greater healing is beyond my skill.  I am Melkathiel,
>and I suggest that we now search for the cause of this injury, as I can
>do no more to aid her."
>
>   With this, the unusually-grim goblin starts outside.
>

  Seeing the predicament near the door, Drax stands wearily.

  "My lady Sapphire, pardon me for some moments. There are grave matters to
   attend to here, and it is my duty to aid in any way I am capable of."

  So saying, Drax moves towards the fallen figure and bends down towards her.

  "Her life energy is not quite gone, although it is fading quickly. The choice
   is clear, something must be done before it is too late. Hopefully it will
   not prove fatal."

  Drax bends over the fallen womans head, and lifts his head back and howls.
  Similar to the sound of a lone wolf, the noise gradually rises in pitch, and
  tiny motes of energy seems to flee from Drax's mouth down towards the fallen
  woman, circling her head, spinning faster and faster. Suddenly the sound 
  stops, and Drax falls down to his hands and knees, seemingly on the verge of
  collapse.


-----Drax