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Subject: [KQ] Maleiu [TGMOAB 1.3] Elephant's Playground
Message-ID: <1992Oct14.153108.18058@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca>
From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Aaron Humphrey)
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1992 15:31:08 GMT

Maleiu shuddered as he looked down into the obscene pool.  His stomach roiled
and churned, but he fought down his queasiness.  He was a warrior of the
Aradneh.  He would not succumb to the weakness of his body.  The slime churned
further and shapes started to emerge.  One of them few into the air and
menaced Captain.  But Marcel came to his aid, and there were more opponents
clambering up the side of the pool.  One of them was a huge humanoid figure
that looked familiar.  It was twelve feet tall, and thickly built--and its head
was that of an elephant.  A Loxorian!

Maleiu had spent some time in Loxor on the Dark Continent, during his travels.
There he had made some good friends, and some terrible enemies.  In Loxor,
the primary art form was battle, and the Loxorians were very good at it.
Maleiu had barely emerged alive from the one serious fight he had had there,
and that only because of the sacrifice of his Loxorian friend Ka'aroom.  But
his familiarity with Loxorian combat style made him the logical opponent for
this one.

He made the Loxorian sign of challenge, and the Loxorian trumpeted its reply.
"What puny warrior are you, that makes the challenge of a Loxorian?  Know, tiny
one, that you face A'aa, mighty warrior of Loxor!"  A'aa brandished his
greatsword at his foe.

Maleiu knew fear.  A'aa was a legendary warrior of Loxor.  Tales were told of
him to all warriors, and his name was spoken with awe.  He had disappeared many
years ago, after leaving the land of Loxor and sailing north.  Well, now it was
clear what had happened to him.  But now Maleiu knew he had less hope of
victory than he had before.

But he was a warrior.  He hefted his spear and said, "Greetings, A'aa.  Your
name is still spoken far and wide.  I am Maleiu, a warrior of Nariawah, on the
Savannah.  I hold no quarrel with you, but if we must fight, so be it."  He
made the first steps in the intricate dance of Loxorian combat...

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