From: pcalvert@economics.adelaide.edu.au
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: ...sage [chasing Dougl]: the end is in sight?
Message-ID: <1992May28.090516.1@economics.adelaide.edu.au>
Date: 27 May 92 23:35:16 GMT
References: <1992May27.022215.18690@cheshire.oxy.edu> <1992May27.180858.17893@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>


 Involved: Rhoan, Meshtak, Tvarne. Others in chase

..sage, seeing that those at the dock have met the captain of the Morning
Breeze, and that Teondir is busy chasing the Broadmarch, sweeps over the
melee between Rhoan, Meshtak, Tvarne and the Wasters. A small glittering
ball is released and upon striking the ground starts to smoke profusely, 
in fact it is almost as if a pea-souper fog had rolled in.
"there is a boat at the dock" ...sage's voice echoes to the three, "but if 
you would finish your fight then here is an advantage"
"I'm going to try and delay the Broadmarch"

..sage is starting to feel quite tired by all the exertion. It has been a
while since he'd flown this much, and telepathy always took it out of him.

He swings back over the harbour and after the Broadmarch. Something simple
thinks ...sage, can't stop the boat short of a reef, or sandbar. Can't burn
it while Dougl is on board. No energy left to still the breeze, must
disable the mainsail. Reaching the top of the Broadmarch's mast, his razor
sharp beak starts slicing through the cord binding the sail to the cross-beam.

"Oi!" comes a cry from below, "Get that bird!" and several grey cloaked figures
run to grab crossbows.
One more cord will have to do, thinks ...sage, its getting too dangerous, and
manages to sever a cord before the crossbowmen below have fully loaded their
crossbows. "Fire, damn you!" comes the call and ...sage flies off leaving a
major part of the mainsail flapping uselessly in the breeze.
Bolts whiz by ...sage as he flies off, one nearly taking off a wing.
More altitude thinks the egret as yet more missiles come and just when he
thinks he is out of range a bolt clips his tail feathers.
Damn, can't manoeuver, must trust to thermals.
The crew of the Broadmarch have abandonned their crossbows to fix the sail,
but it is a long way up and is flapping about quite dangerously.
Come on guys, says ...sage to himself, they won't be slowed for long.
Concentrating on maintaining the breeze he had started earlier for the Narwhal
he also sees the Morning Breeze leave the docks with its complement of
chasers too.
Both boats are closing in on the Broadmarch, from different directions too.
"Ow my poor butt" groans ...sage as he struggles to stay aloft.
								...sage