From: corleyj@helium.gas.uug.arizona.edu (Jason D Corley ) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [BHK] More Ogres. Message-ID: <1992Oct20.192852.29094@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu> Date: 20 Oct 92 19:28:52 GMT References: In article s924716@minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au (Cynan Mcwilliam) writes: >After a moment of hesitation the Ogres split up and went for the unknown >assilants of their leader. The guy that chose me was as ugly as an infected wart on a dwarf's ass. He swung his broadsword like a sickle, clipping off part of the chair I held as a shield. I lunged at him, slamming the chair into his breadbasket. It broke, pushing him back against the wall. The wind was knocked out of him, so I looked fast for the softest part I could see and slipped my knife into his throat. He jiggled likeI had set him on fire, blood streaming down his chest and onto my arm. I worked the knife around until he stopped moving. All around me the battle raged on. I reached out and closed his heavy eyelids. The steel of his broadsword shone in the sun, just for a moment, and then I was back in the shadows, grabbing at whatever I could find to help in the fight. (from the journal of Jake Pitzar, ace reporter for the Generican Examiner. Found and published by Jason, copy boy.)