From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [blade] At the Inn: You did WHAT? Message-ID: Date: 10 Oct 92 23:15:49 GMT References: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad) writes: > "You GAVE Blade to Trawn? Art thou insane? All someone need do is scuff >one of those runes, and all those within that Inn are doomed!" Needless to >say, >Sir Tyrone is a little upset. > "Mayhap thou does not understand exactly how powerful Blade is. Look >here." Grasping his Great Sword by its bright green hilt, the Wererabbit >freed the glowing orange blade. "This sword is... (Majority of Tyrone's tirade deleted) > ...May Mielikki the Lady of Forests and Protector of Rabbits >have mercy on us all." And with a sigh, he thrust the sword back into its >scabbard. > Yup, Wererabbit or not, Sir Tyrone still TALKS like a Paladin.... "My dear sir," responds the merman, "How can you measure power by that of a metal stick? Armor? Toughness? Dragons? Liches? I scoff at your benchmarks of power! "The true power lies within the mind. This 'Blade' creature had only one defense there: his singlemindedness. Which, to anyone but a novice in the psionic arts, was quite simple to avoid. "As to those runes of which you say 'can easily be scoffed,' I take offense. I paid good money to have silver runes etched there, and that should be enough to keep him in line." Indigo slips back into the tank, and does a couple of flips and twists to wet himself down, then returns to the surface once more. -jak