Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Meshtak tries to question Blade
Message-ID: <1992Oct18.030250.2798@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Sun, 18 Oct 1992 03:02:50 GMT

The drow woman finishes her work on the the runes, and leaves to go talk in
the dragon's inn. Meshtak, however, still has not accomplished his mission,
and, devoid of magic, must push his way through the throng of spectators.
Finally, he gets up to the railing surrounding the arena.
Blade is methodically battling the stone elemental, but does not seem to be
doing a great deal of damage to the thing. However, the fighting is great,
and even Meshtak is awed by the sheer power of the brawl.
Soon, however, he realizes that time is passing, Trawm is getting suspicious,
and the battle between Blade and the elemental is not going anywhere.
Meshtak yells to Blade. "Blade! You have failed us! You did not kill Meshtak!"
The reaction of Blade is startling. He suddenly turns around, scanning the
crowd, and in his eyes, Meshtak swears they glimmer with fear. What could it
be that would make a creature such as that fearful? Meshtak wonders if he
should leave town. Blade, his attention diverted, takes a hit on the head and
is soon back to fighting.
Meshtak yells again. "Blade...you no longer have to defeat Meshtak...we
release you from this obligation!" Blade again searches the crowd, and upon
seeing the shadowed figure, he fixes him with his red eyes.
"Tell Mother Blade is sorry!" he screams back to Meshtak. "Tell her Blade
is sorry he failed..." and Blade returns to his fighting with renewed vigor.
	Meshtak turns around, and forces his way through the crowd. However,
on his way, he accidently jostles a big man who is either an ogre or is just
really ugly. The man turns to glare at him. "Watch where yer goin', wimp!"
the man roars, and hits Meshtak with a sucker punch that sends him flying.
Meshtak lands on a smaller, thicker man, who stands and roars in anger.
"Watch it!" he yells, pushing Meshtak.
Meshtak stands and grimly rolls up his sleeves. "If you was lookin' for
trouble, ya denking grotlicker, ya picked the right draga..."

Meshtak the Draga
(ADMIN: Does anyone care if the Spitting Cobra gets trashed? I would think
it would make Trawm happy.)


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