Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Meshtak brawls
Message-ID: <1992Oct20.070642.19460@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Tue, 20 Oct 1992 07:06:42 GMT

"Big Grobb" stands up, swaying because he is completely drunk and mad...
cause that's how he gets when he's drunk. Across the room, Willie the Wall
stands, rolling up his sleeves, his thick biceps bulging. He too is drunk.
In the middle stands Meshtak. Meshtak strips himself of his black cloak, and
there is a strange look in his eyes...the look an alleycat gets when he
sees a nice bird. Meshtak is not drunk, having burned it all of during the
fight with Blade. However, Meshtak is really pissed off.
"What kind a weird thing are yoo?" belched Willie, his eyes widening at the
sight of Meshtak. "Yer diff'rent...therefore we gotta beat the crap outta
yoo!" He starts to wade his way towards Meshtak, when Meshtak, with his
superior reach, slams Willie across the jaw with the back of his fist.
Willie staggers, and bumps into Bart "the Brawler" Beugham. That starts
Bart swinging.
"Big Grobb" meanwhile, breaks a chair on Meshtak's head. (from behind...a
very cheap shot...) Meshtak instinctively whirls around at claws at Grobb's
midrift...an instinct, mind you. This cuts up Grobb, and he pulls back
shouting "'E's gotta knife! The catman's gotta knife!"
"Grot." swears Meshtak, as four nearby spectators pull their own knives and
advance in.
By now, the brawl has spread throughout the inn. Bottles smash on heads.
Fists connect with mouths. Bodies break through windows. A tear of happiness
runs down Trawm's face as he sits on the bar and watches the melee. "wow."
says Norm. "You have the most violent bar in Generica, Trawm." Trawm can
only nod happily, too choked up with emotion to speak.
Meshtak decides enough is enough. He grabs his shiftsword and transforms
it into a staff. Swinging around, he manages to bat down all four attackers,
who had been trying to surround him. Meshtak takes a leap over one of the
attackers, and in the resulting confusion, the four begin to fight amongst
themselves.
Meshtak wades through the violence to the door, hitting someone here, taking
a hit there, but finally making it to the door.
Once there, he is greeted by the sight of twenty advancing alien
creatures; each white, seemingly boneless, hairless and faceless, and each
with a sword-like arm. And they all head toward the Spitting Cobra.
"Grot." sez Meshtak.

Meshtak the Draga
(ADMIN: These are Beethwax's replicas remember? For anyone who wants to help
fight, these things are vicious. They regenerate themselves; if chopped nearly
in half, each side grows a new half, and of course, they multiply through
a mitosis like procedure, which means the band will double in size in about
five hours.)
-- 
"You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL

"A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica