Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) Subject: Blade: raises hell Message-ID: <1992Sep29.013733.23231@cheshire.oxy.edu> Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1992 01:37:33 GMT Blade shambles on a straight course towards the dragons inn. He changes direction when he reaches something that he can't get through, but so far that hasn't been much. So far he has mostly gone through uninhabited back-ways and alleys, but as he approaches the Dragon's Inn, he walks through a main street, used by travelers and merchants as a small, unofficial marketplace. Blade first notices a cart of oranges in his way. An old lady gapes at him from behind the cart, trembling in fear and shock. Blade slams his arm against the cart and breaks it in two. The lady dives to the side, barely avoiding being trod upon and diced by the many sharp points springing from all parts of Blade's body. The others in the marketplace hurry to clear a path for the lurching creature, wisely choosing not to get involved. A travelling knight, known only as Sir Munchkin and dressed all in black (with a sword barely visible under his cloak) watches the creatures unerring progress, and decides to intervene. "This will not do." says Munchkin. "Surely the Doomblade shall taste the dark blood of an evil creature tonight." Munchkin draws Doomblade and approaches Blade. His weapon gleams with power. "Now, see here..." starts Munchkin. Blade does not listen. He does not have time for foolishness. He has a mission. Blade reaches out and smacks the Doomblade aside, his other hand reaching in to impale Munchkin on his fingertips. The knight, his eyes open and lifeless, slides from Blades hand, and slumps to the floor in a puddle of blood. "Kill Meshtak..." mutters Blade, and continues his progress. -- "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