Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: Rannou@siegfried.vlsi.polymtl.ca (Patrick Rannou) Subject: SunStorm replies (Morgue to Loe, Sunstorm, and O^ulak) Message-ID: References: <1992May21.233127.6899@ms.uky.edu> Date: Fri, 22 May 1992 08:23:58 GMT "Big man, i'd take ya up on yer offer, but it'd hardly be fair of me, would it? You tryin' ta get drunk on _beer_? How much 'ave ya had so far?" She smirks again, taking another swig from her pitcher. "ONLY HALF OF THIS SMALL BARREL HERE!" Said the Giant with his stunning voice. "AND I'M ONLY STARTING UP..." When O^ulak mumbles something behind her, she whirls around to snarl at him, upper lip pulling back to expose sharp canine teeth. "Whazzat 'sposed ta mean?" She steps over and grabs the front of his shirt, pulling his face up to hers. "You don't even KNOW my god! Nor would ya like ta, skinny bookworm! I'm sure yer god "SUN o' SILICON" knows _nuttin_ about battles or strength, and don't even _care_ about _life_! Even yers! She snarls once more, shoving O^ulak back into his chair, and continues growling at him in Orcish, her hands clenching and unclenching in her obvious desire to throttle the nerd. "SO, YOU'RE GOING TO TALK RELIGION ALL NIGHT ORC WHAT? HAHAHA! SORRY... COULDN'T RESIST... HA! GLUFG! I'M READY WHEN YOU ARE, ORCWOMAN! WHO'S YOUR PARTNER?"