Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: Meshtak: meets his dark fate...
Message-ID: <1992Jun1.205539.24967@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Mon, 1 Jun 1992 20:55:39 GMT

Meshtak is listening to the accusations and fuss surrounding Kron, when he
feels the idol seem almost to move in his pouch. "Grot." he says. "I gotta
get rid of this thing...it's giving me the creeps..." Then it occurs to him
that the inn is full of mages, and since he was going to try and sell it to
a mage anyhow, this appeared to be as good a time as any to try.
The Draga reaches into his pouch and extracts the strange idol. He holds it
above his head. "Hey, anyone want to buy a magic idol, cheap?" He bellows to
the surrounding tables.
And then, as he is holding the idol aloft, the small golden head seems to swell
to a gigantic size, bigger than the Draga, and as Meshtak screams one final
"GROT!!!!!!!" the idol engulfs him in its mouth. The lips seal around the
Draga, and then the idol shrinks again to its previous size, and clatters on
the floor. It seems to be smiling...


It takes some time for Meshtak's eyes to get used to the light, and when they
do, he finds himself in some dark alley somewhere, in a strange city with
stone buildings higher and smoother than any Meshtak has seen before. The alley
is filled with trash, and a strange glowing light set atop a pole provides
a pale orange glow.
Suddenly some kids turn the corner. At first they don't see Meshtak, but then
one catches sight of him. "Fuk! wat da hel is dat?" screams the kid. "Itsa
fukking lion!" screams another. "Shoot da muthafukka!" The kid holds forth a
black stick with a trigger on it, and as Meshtak watches, the stick erupts into
loud bangs. Meshtak doesn't see the arrows, but hears them whizzing around him,
and he takes cover behind a large metal box filled with trash. His shiftblade
transforms into a crossbow, and he waits in the darkness.
However, before he can do anything, he hears some sort of roar go by the alley,
and peeking out, he sees other kids with similar black sticks riding in a metal
beast the likes of which Meshtak has never seen. As Meshtak watches, the two
groups of kids open fire at each other, and the ones in the alley collapse in
blood.
"Meshtak, what the blark have you gotten yerself into this time..."

(ADMIN: Well, summer break is just about here, so I am signing off until the
fall. Thanks, folks, its been a lot of fun. Be assured that Meshtak will
return in the fall, most likely with tales of lusty adventure to tell the inn.
Meanwhile, see you all later. Probably be a whole new group of characters when
I get back...oh, well...hopefully at least Karl will still be here. Annyhow,
catch ya'll next fall. Adieu.)

Danny Reinker
Meshtak the Draga
-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica