Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad) Subject: Re: [blade] finishing up References: Message-ID: Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 21:48:13 GMT dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes: > seeing the threat apparently over, Chip' leaps back to the top of the >building to get the child and bring him back down. He nods his head at his >companion (HI! :) ) grabs the child and sets him down on the ground. The child >runs off to find hiss friends to tell them what happened. > Chip' then went to Meshtak "whhaat waz zat thingzs. Do yuous know?" Off to the side, Gorge Verminbane was MIGHTILY surprised to find that the rabbit he'd shot was not dead. In fact, it was not only not dead, it was pissed off. Watching the white furred creature raise its glowing orange blade, Gorge had a sudden urge to see another part of Generica. ANY other part. He bolted away, already plotting the bunny's death. Watching the craven flee, Sir Tyrone quickly pulled the crossbow bolts out of his back. Thank Torm they weren't silver-tipped, he thought as the boltsdropped from his hand to the street. Strolling over to where the cat and the bug stood, the rabbit spoke, "That was indeed a fearsome beast. I too am curious as too its origins." Even though he was now a wererabbit, Sir Tyrone still talks like a Paladin. Old habits die hard. "Ah, but my manners desert me. I am Sir Tyrone the Cursed, defender of rabbits everywhere. And I believe you are the Meshtak that the demon intended to slay? So, why don't you tell us what this is all about?" Sir Tyrone Jon Gad (jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu)