Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad) Subject: Re: Chip Tries something on Blade References: Message-ID: Date: Fri, 2 Oct 1992 20:35:45 GMT dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes: > While busy dodging blade, he sees blade apparently go into a state of >confusion (the spell). Seeing that Blade is ,for the moment, stopped for >a while, Chip calls upon SSchi'eh. > "werjudfb jsqa'as SSchi'eh dfrik Chip'Chirip'Cherebaklamapacth djd ejd >Idn SSchi'eh HDK HWDGK!!!" With a final shout, Chip stops his chanting and >for a few moments, silence is heard. Suddenly, every biting, stinging insect >in the area proceeds to Blades location and start harrasing him. Blade, with >insects going at his eyes is effectively blinded and in great pain as the >insects go after any wounds he does have. > "Anyonez got soemthing else to try?" he asks at the amazed Meshtak and >Arcadio. He then took out from his harness a bright, dark shining chatka >from his pouch, glowing in a pulsating manner. He waits to see what else >happens. > And, as if on cue, a tremendous War-{Squeak} sounded directly behind Blade. Sir Tyrone the Wererabbit lept to the attack. With a bound of his powerful legs, the cursed ex-Paladin jumped directly above the Great Mother's creation. With another mighty {Squeak} he swung his fiercely glowing orange sword down in a mighty arc towards Blade's head. A thunderous [CRACK] echoed through the streets as an almost irresistable force struck a nigh immovable object. The Great Sword of Rabbitkind slipped from Tyrone's grasp and flew through the air, imbedding itself in the pavement an inch or two from Meshtak's feet. The unfortunate ex-knight rebounded from the impact and bounced down the street aways. After skidding for a while (and leaving a trail of rubbed off fur) Tyrone came to rest at the base of a nearby building. (The Generican Rabbit-Hunters Guild, as luck would have it) Blade, to his immense annoyance, was knocked down again. Rising to his feet with his usual "Kill Meshtak!!", Blade ignored the inch-long crack rent into the top of his skull and focused his wrath on those who stood twixt him and his prey... [ADMIN: I DO hope you don't mind so more help... The crack in Blade's skull is at best a minor annoyance, but hey, its a pretty powerful sword that had a hell of a lot of momentum at the time.] Jon Gad (jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu) Sir Tyrone the Cursed, Champion of Bunnys Everywhere!