Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Jon Gad)
Subject: [blade] Tyrone's getting frustrated
Message-ID: <Bx5LEI.Az5@news.cso.uiuc.edu>
Date: Tue, 3 Nov 1992 18:44:40 GMT


     With the debate on how to deal with Hendrix and the former Guardsmen
rages, Sir Tyrone's temper begins to simmer.  

{Great Tyr!  This is worse than a meeting of The Caviliers of Cormyr!}

     After listening to Meshtak describe how all three of the ex-Guardsmen
were together at the moment, Tyrone was just about to suggest that the group
get under way and finish up this ugly business when the Draga went down in a 
blur of chrome under Max.

{Oh, for the love of Torm....}

     Grasping Max's shoulder with one white-furred paw, the Wererabbit heaved 
with his lycanthropy-enhanced strength.  Now visibly perturbed, Tyrone yelled,
"STOP THIS LUNACY!!!  Now is NOT the time to be fighting amongst ourselves!!
LIVES are at stake whiles those ABOMINATIONS are at large!!  In the name of 
whatever Diety you hold dear, CEASE!!" 

Jon Gad                                                    Sir Tyrone
jng53092@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu                             Pissed-Off Wererabbit