From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [blade] Max, tension, guards, what a day.
Message-ID: <tkelly.721325125@unix2.tcd.ie>
Date: 9 Nov 92 16:05:25 GMT

Arcadio writes:

Arcadio, somewhat perturbed at this easy disruption of his bubble (one
of his best spells), nonetheless managed to make a smooth recovery.  
"Aaah, that's better," he said, "Now, to recapitulate the events of the
past few days:  some entity or entities, probably from another dimension
and certainly of great malevolence, have recently been unleashing all sorts
of nasty types on our fair Generica.  The first that I know of was an
antisocial chap by the name of Blade, who wreaked havoc, committed mayhem, 
and generally acted in a very unfriendly manner.  He has, for the moment,
been dealt with--I think.  More recently, someone has been bouncing about
hither and yon transforming our stalwart city guardsmen into large, menacing
creatures of the sort you just encountered--against their will, no less.
Naturally, as heroic seekers after fame and glory, we could do no less than
to attempt restoration of these poor unfortunates and bring the malefactor
to justice.  Which brings us to where we are now.  Umm...what _was_ that 
spell you used to disrupt my bubble, by the by?"

Now read on :

   Max absorbed the information about Blade, the guards, and so on.
 "Sounds like you've got a whole lot of problems, friend."
 "Indeed, and about that spell ?"
 "What is a spell ? I've only been on your world a short time, and do
not understand this "spell" that people keep referring to."
 "Ah ... " said Arcadio, "It's umm, magic, you see. Terminology."
 "Oh I see. Those psychic manipulations that this world's laws allow "

 [RecordDataSpell]

 /Recorded\

  "No, you misunderstand me, I did not use a spell at all." Max chuckled
quietly to himself.
  "Oh, I see. What _was_ it, then ?"
  "This"
 
  Max drew out his pistols at great speed, faster than Arcadio's eyes
wanted to follow. 
  "Tech ," he said ," technology, laser in specifics, powered by
electrics and Bannen like that."

  /Alert.Persons.approaching\

  Arcadio was looking at the guns in wonder, when they were suddenly
gone from sight. Max had turned around.
 
  Max saw many guards, dressed in armor, inferior armor no doubt. One of
them looked to be the leader, as his armor looked a little finer. All
were armed with the primitive swords that were the apparent staple of
this society. Some had longer polearms. They all looked mean.

  One of them was talking to Meshtak. Then he saw one of his new-found
allies, a mage he presumed, become insubstantial.
  Good trick, he thought.


 [PowerWeaponsExecute]

 /Weapons.powered.Power.at.93%\

 [RunAutoscan360'HordePriority]

 /Scan.initiated\

 [AssessProbabilityVictory]

 /27%.alone.88%.with.others\

   Looks like I'm with these guys, then, he said to himself.
 Tensely, he waited to see what would happen next.

   
 

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