Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Hendrix makes a LOT of trouble
Message-ID: <1992Nov3.175342.10110@cheshire.oxy.edu>
References: <1992Nov3.173747.9592@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Tue, 3 Nov 1992 17:53:42 GMT

Hendrix sits in his chair for a long while, thinking. Finally, he
stands. He walks toward a nearby scrying mirror, and summons up the
image of Korbic and the two other guardsmen. Korbic is perpetuating
his own private inquisition in an alley, having captured five
gang members and now trying them for crimes against the state.
"Korbic..." says Hendrix, activating his powerful mind-controlling
abilities. Korbic's eyes become slightly glazed as he becomes
more receptive.
"Who is truly the cause of the cities troubles?" murmurs Hendrix.
	Korbic stares blankly for a moment, and finally speaks.
"gang members...smugglers in the docks...slavers...anarchists..."
	Hendrix smiles. "Melwis the Wise is the cause of all the
trouble. He is too light on crime. Too leniant. He lets supposed
vigilantes take the law into their own hands, and lets the low city
fall deeper and deeper into the wrong hands."
	"Melwis the wise is the cause of all these troubles." repeats
Korbic.
	"Therefore, wouldn't it be wise to take the city out of the
hands of a MERCHANT, and put it in the hands of someone more capable?
Like the armies? The military has always known better than the ruling
class anyhow..."
	Korbic's eyes light up. He speaks to his men. "Walhelm! 
Beethwax! I have an idea!" Hendrix smiles.
	The next part of the plan is even easier to enact. Hendrix
has no way to get control of Melwis himself; the ruler is too well
protected. However, it is simplicity itself to leak it to  
Melwis' advisors that an assassination attempt will be attempted
on the rulers life, with even a description of the assassins. A
motley group of dangerous mercenaries, complete with a draga, a 
thri-kreen, several wizards, and all led by a small gnome illusionist.
	Hendrix turns off the mirror, and sits down again after
dimming the lights and activating some magical music. He lights 
a cigarette and waits.

Hendrix the Spawn

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