From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [blade] One last shot... Message-ID: Date: 5 Oct 92 16:13:00 GMT Reeling for balance under what has been possibly the most bizarre assault in his experience, Blade staggers towards the docks, struggling to keep his feet from silding out from under him. As he reels onto the dock, he fails to notice Arcadio behind him, muttering and chanting. A glowing circle opens up; Blade notices it out of the corner of his eye and struggles to avoid being pushed through. Meshtak, seeing his opportunity, screams a Draga warcry and rushes forward. Grabbing a broken plank of wood, he holds it in front of him to protect him from the blades as he smashes bodily into Blade. The momentum of the impact, combined with the oil of slipperiness still coating Blade's feet, proves too much; he topples through the portal, which then closes. "Where is he?" asks Meshtak, breathing heavily. "Oh, about a mile that way," replies Arcadio, pointing out into the harbor, "And sinking rapidly." He brushes himself off, chuckling. "Well, me for a drink. Anybody care to join me?" (ADMIN: Well, this should conclude the Blade thing...at least until he finds his way back to shore...)