From: slybz@cc.usu.edu (Tanya Olsen)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Azzar] RE: THK's weapons TO THK, Colin, Lightningsword
Message-ID: <1992May27.170430.55971@cc.usu.edu>
Date: 27 May 92 17:04:30 MDT
References: <1992May27.085204.28797@news.Hawaii.Edu> <1992May27.091327.55951@cc.usu.edu> <1992May27.165405.8625@menudo.uh.edu> <1992May27.212246.29827@news.Hawaii.Edu>

In article <1992May27.212246.29827@news.Hawaii.Edu>, rigler@galileo.ifa.hawaii.edu (Michael Rigler) writes:
> {Characters involved: Thk, Lady Azzar, Colin Silvertree, Innkeeper}
> 
> The large, frozen lizard man lies in a pile of stinking slush near
> an unnocupied section of the pub wall.
> 
>>[AZZAR approaches the frozen lizard man:]
>>> 
> Lady Azzar, as you touch the body you realize that it is ice cold and 
> stiff.  It is frozen in an 'action' pose, with the hands locked on the
> trident in a white-knuckled grip, but the many-lidded eyes are tightly
> shut as though the lizard man were caught in the act of ducking away 
> as a defensive reflex.  The silver trident will not pry loose easily
> yet (unless you wish to shatter the fingers).  You see tiny runes carved


As Azzar carefully tries to free the trident from the lizardman's grasp, she
realizes that the weapon is still frozen to his hands.  Not wanting to damage
the body, yet, she looks at the other weapons.  But these too are frozen to the
body.

She stands, gazing at the body.  With a look of determination, she bends down
once again and starts rubbing the silver trident gently and very carefully. 
Those watching notice the ice encrusting the trident starts to melt and run off
at a faster rate than previous.  After several minutes, the trident slips out
of the still frozen fingers of the lizardman.  She hands the trident to Colin
Silvertree who is surprised to feel that the trident is not hot, just slightly
warm.  "Give that to Littlefair, please, while I work on the net..."  Azzar
concentrates once again...


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Lady Azzar of Bloodstone