Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: djb6@ellis.uchicago.edu (Dennis Brennan) Subject: Karl: [slave chase] Siege III Message-ID: <1992May28.154946.18933@midway.uchicago.edu> Keywords: slave chase,Dougl References: <1992May28.060227.25377@cheshire.oxy.edu> <1992May28.173510.1@economics.adelaide.edu.au> Date: Thu, 28 May 1992 15:49:46 GMT CM: All those involved in the slave chase (very numerous) Karl stares dumbly at ...sage's amulet, not knowing how to respond. "Huh? That was him, wasn't it?" The servant nods, answering "He made a choice. It is your responsibility to deserve his sacrifice." Already the servant is growing less tangible. Karl swallows dryly and wonders how he will be able to enter the fray already in progress on the _Broadmarch_. To the servant he asks, "Can you still carry me over there?" The servant replies, "Yes, but that may be my final act." Karl lowers his eyes, responding, "Make it so." "Wait!" calls the captain. "Take these:" He presents Karl with a plain but sturdy looking short sword and a tarnished helmet. Karl accepts the arms and, as an afterthought, takes off his useless right boot, revealing his pegleg. He nudges the boot overboard with his false leg and tells the servant, "I am ready." With a stomach-wrenching lurch Karl is pulled skyward, then, at his direction the servant deposits him in the very rear of the ship, still on the side closest to the _Morning's_Breeze_. He pants there for a minute, wondering what he should do next. He stands behind the aft-castle, the small deck structure separating him from the battle on the main deck. He glances for a moment into the aft-castle's porthole and spies a woman in a red and grey cloak rummaging through a sack, finally producing a scroll. "Oh, gods!" Karl despairs. Spellcraft! The woman could cast a fireball or warpwood on the _Narwhal_, or a web over Rhoan and Tvarne, or literally any of thousands of malevolent enchantments. Karl had to find some way of preventing the spell from being cast. -- Dennis Brennan djb6@midway.uchicago.edu