Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Jeremy Nelson)
Subject: Zia [Low City]:  Joining the thread... Can't stop now!
Message-ID: <1992Jun27.051550.19541@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>
Date: Sat, 27 Jun 1992 05:15:50 GMT

ADMIN:  Hey you can't finish the battle now! I only just got here....
        Or is it BYO baddie?

Zia gallops past the inn, glancing around long enough to wave to wave to
Luthor...

Behind her the pursuit gradually change expression from angry to almost
devoid of expression, to...

In fact the pursuit seem rather steemed up by the whole matter.  So much
so they appear to melt a bit, and even as they become more featureless
they speed up... until they are almost within arms reach...

But Zia has not been running aimlessly, for even as she rounds the last
corner she finds herself amongst friends.. and not to mention a small
number of mildly annoyed T-crocs.  Annoyed because Zia steps on them as
she runs past.  Only mildly because the big male croc grabs the blonde
man, and two of the others the dark haired man, as they run past.  There
is almost a grin on the faces of the crocodile (they would if they
could) as they bite into the legs of their fresh food. (Still on the
hoof...)

Which is bad for the Crocs.  Because the two pursuers complete their
meltdown and reveal themselves to have an interesting, almost reptilian
hide, in brown and red shades... humanoid, but most definitely not
human.

One reaches down and casually disengages one of the crocs with one hand,
while extending claws and slashing at the other.  The first Demon levers
open the bull croc's mouth and beats it against the ground.

ADMIN:  Why stay natural when we have the entire realm of the
SuperNatural? :)  Treat these as Type II Demons, welcome to kill them.
They are a little more intelligent (not much)
They are bounty hunters hired by Mother.  What are they hunting?  All will be
made clear...

They look wounded, but don't seem terribly concerned.  They make short
work of the Croc's, and step away from the corpses dripping browny/red 
icor from their wounds.  As much as expression can be read from their
now alien faces, they look pissed.

Zia has made tracks and is standing next to Captain and Lady Azzar.

The Demons survey the scene (there is still fighting going on) and
address the people staring back:

'Where is ...sage?'

They start closing in, readying to encourage comment.

ADMIN:  Note, the demons are not necessarily stupid.  They will use
their special abilities, and they are not out to kill anyone here.
Given some sort of an answer they will -probably- go away.  'Course they
might not.  They are also Chaotic evil.
        Hi Captain!  Hi Azzar!
-- 
Jem.  Jeremy Nelson.  gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au       :\  =>  :) 
I fear two things: 
That I am not one of the most interesting people in the world... and that I am.