From: caine@cats.ucsc.edu (Robert Joseph Salisbury)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Gashweir the Enchanter...! A Boast? [ THK? ]
Message-ID: <36288@darkstar.ucsc.edu>
Date: 2 Jun 92 07:17:09 GMT
References: <1992May25.014247.21837@monu6.cc.monash.edu.au> <36148@darkstar.ucsc.edu> <1992Jun1.044732.13310@cs.uow.edu.au>


In article <1992Jun1.044732.13310@cs.uow.edu.au> u9033130@cs.uow.edu.au (David Brian Macky) writes:

>	"Thank you kind sir for your offer of a drink, I will have a flagon of
>ale.  But tell me You were the one who slew Icefang?  Somehow I don't belive 
>that, can you prove this fact or is it just a boast to impress us?
>As all can well see, a lizardman has arrived who may well have brought a 
>Scale from the foul beast." 
>
>- Fenris
>
        Gashweyr the Encahnter wanders over to Fenris's table and  
sits down.              
	"Fenris, I see that you have decided to burden me with proof, eh?  
Well, proof is at best lengthy and it is vastly overrated.  However I   
shall endeavor to elucidate the matter for you since you challenge me.
I shall also help you dispose of the notion that I, Gashweir the Enchanter,
was boasting. Now Fenris, dear friend, if indeed I may adress you so,
I did indeed slay Icefang, Terror of the North, and Slayer of Many of
Your Relatives, no doubt, you being a barbarian.  No offense intended.
It was a battle that was fierce and lusty and her blood did indeed spoil
the pristine whiteness of the arctic snow.  However I had a small measure 
of help."
	Gashwear the Enchanter pulls a slightly discolored bronze wand
from his ostentatious gold and silk robes, and holds it up in the light.
	"Do you see this my friend, do you see it?  With this small bit
of bronze I managed to defeat Icefang.  It is the Wand of Ultimate 
Bamboozlement.  It only works on those people with high enough intelligence
to comprehend it's nature.  You have nothing to fear, overly-large barbarian
-no offense intended.  When I used the wand on Icefang she became so befudled
that she thought she was mallard.  It was quite ridiculous actually.  Imagine
a dragon that could eat you and your whole tribe without a second thought, 
believing herself to be a duck.  It was vastly amusing I assure you.  On
the matter of proof I can only say I'm sorry that I no longer have any.
I lost in a game of Nine Men's Morris to a an ignorant, insulting kender
who would have doubtlessly made of with most of my other possesions had I
not turned him into ogre and teleported him to his home village.  I hear that
he slaughtered them all, and has now developed a tasted for extra tender kender.Ha, ha, ha,  quite a jest I assure."
	Finished with his tale, Gashweier the Enchanter calls over the barkeep
and orders a tankard of Stanshire dark for the barbarian and glass of Elvish
wine for himself.  He then proceeds to stare of into space, wondering if any
being can truly understand the trials and tribulations of an ultra-cool
magician type.