Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: HADCRJAM@admin.uh.edu (MILLER, JIMMY A.) Subject: Colin [Ratty's] Reaping Luggage Message-ID: <1992Jun25.201512.13754@menudo.uh.edu> Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1992 20:15:12 GMT Where: Low Town, the alleys near Ratty's Who: Lots--Kron, Colin, Azzar, Captain, Nirvan, Malieu, Thk, assorted Bad Guys, part of a Mob, and no doubt some folks I left out. As Colin stares at the reptilian forms, his eyes adjust to the light pouring forth from the gem in his longsword. The beasties are crocodiles! BIG crocodiles! (he's never seen T-crocs) Eyes narrowing, he backs towards Thk, who has recovered his trident and is hissing somthing in his own language. **** ka-zapp!!! **** (damn low-budget special effects!) For a brief moment, even the light of Colin's longsword is dimmed by the lightnings shooting out from Thk's trident into the pack of orc-hounds, and the Ranger makes a note never to anger the lizard-man unneedfully. His flank thus secured, Colin wades into the milling crocs. Blades spinning, Colin cuts a path through the beasts towards Azzar, who is tending to a still-smoking figure who no doubt forgot to duck when the fireball went off. As he approaches the man seems to stir. Colin halts for a moment to catch his breath, and leaning on his sword notes several wounds that were not present before he attacked the crocs. He looks at Azzar and smiles. "Greetings, Azzar! We've got to stop meeting like this." She smiles back, but before she can say anything, her eyes spot Kron perched precariously atop his barrel, with one of the crocs about to make a meal of his lower leg. As her expression changes to alarm, Colin notes this and swings his gaze to follow hers. Taking the situation in almost instantly, the half-elf hurls his katana at the croc. Spinning throught the air, the glittering blade (oddly free of blood) pierces the back of the creature, and punches on through the barrel. Transfixed thus, the croc scrabbles at the wood a moment and expires. Colin dashes across the alley to retrieve his blade... ______________________________________________________________________________ semper fi, Jammer Jim Miller -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Aggie in Cougarland -- I just work here. | | Speak for my employers? They don't even know I exist! | |"Become one with the Student Billing System. *BE* the Student Billing System."| | ********************************************* | | "I'm not really a human being, but I play one in real life." | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------