Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: kring@efes.physik.uni-kl.de (Thomas Kettenring) Subject: [BH] We're off to rescue Miscrir again, for the first time. Message-ID: <1992Oct18.180259.8470@rhrk.uni-kl.de> Date: Sun, 18 Oct 1992 18:02:59 GMT ~From: Christopher M. Steiner > Artimian looked at the card Amberle pointed at, it showed a man being >crucified as people light a fire at his feet. Looking at Amberle, >Artimian could see the concern growing in her eyes. > "Oh no! Artimian, we got to help him!" Without waiting to see if >Artimian responds, Amberle scoups up all the cards and rushes out the inns >door. Artimian pauses only to pick his night lizard off the table and hurries after her. The swift and bola follow close behind. Medor, the other night lizard, watches them leave without interest. The darkness of the night outside the inn momentarily blinds Artimian, then the night lizard wrapped itself around his arm and sight returns, alibet in black and white. Amberle is running down an alley and slowly gaining upon a very large individual. Artimian chases after Amberle but soon realizes he isn't gaining on her. 'For as small as she is,' he thinks, 'she moves rather well.' and smils at the other implications his thoughts have. "Hype-" he sais to the bola trotting at his side. "Go bother the big guy up there." The hyperbola nods. A quick rush of air is followed by a scream from up ahead. Gnosh frantically tries to rid himself of something clawing at him from within his pants and shirt. He does significantly more damage to himself than the hyperbola, who's always at least a foot away from Gnosh's blows. In her concern for Miscrir, Amberle does't even notice Gnosh as she rushes by. "Bartender, I believe I'll have another pitcher of water..." (Artimian Yauntir of Elturel)