Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Meshtak joins the others
Message-ID: <1992Oct24.203815.17611@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1992 20:38:15 GMT

Meshtak watched as the liquor burned down, and when it did, the blood in
the arena put out the flames. The blobs were reduced to burnt white slime,
much like marshmallows, but Blade still stood, his shell scorched and
burnt. Blade looked around, looking for his mysterious saviour, and saw 
Meshtak. The creature opened its mouth, tried to speak, but could only
make strange sounds, his tongue now a burnt splotch floating in blood.
Meshtak had to turn away. Despite the fact that Blade had tried to kill
him, Meshtak could only feel pity for the bladed being. The torment he
had undergone was far more punishment than he perhaps deserved. Meshtak
turned and left the tavern.
As he walked out to rejoin the other patrons (who had all ran out fearing the
place was on fire) Trawm ran at him yelling and cussing "Ya stinkin draga!
get yer hide outa my face! ya tried ta burn down my tavern!" Meshtak only
growled, and walked off.
Meshtak was weary, but knew he had no time for rest. Chip, Farnham, and
Sir Tyrone were out hunting the mutated humans, and Meshtak owed them his
life. He was obligated to help them. Following the trail of destruction, 
Meshtak soon came upon the group. They had been joined by several others,
and Meshtak was quick to introduce himself. "Hi." he said. "I'm Meshtak,
a draga from the plains of Drotshava."

Meshtak the Draga

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