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From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Meshtak takes off
Message-ID: <1992Nov11.014459.15891@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1992 01:44:59 GMT

Meshtak is uneasy. At first he thinks that he will cooperate for the
moment, just to see what the army wants. However, Farnham pulls
his illusion, and Meshtak hears the word 'assassin' mentioned.
All hopes for getting off leave Meshtak's head.
If the truth be known, when Meshtak was in Hytia, the land of
the hytians to the west of Drotshava, he killed the Baron Tropin.
It was not an assassination; in a way, it was justice, but in
Hytia, it was widely speculated that Meshtak had been hired
by nobility unfriendly to Tropin, and Meshtak was wanted in
that land...as an assassin. And Meshtak was familiar enough
with truth spells and interrogation to know this would
come out, and know that it would bode very ill for him if it
did.
Besides, this whole thing reeked of their strange foe.
Meshtak's decision was made long before it could be thought out.
He could see the troops were still uneasy with Farnhams
illusion, though they were regaining their composure.
Meshtak was moving before they had any chance to react, flinging
himself at the legs of the horses of two nearby guardsmen. All the
other guardsmen pointed their crossbows toward him, but held
their fire, in fear that they would hit their own. Meshtak hit
the ground, rolled beneath the horses legs (causing the creature
to rear) and was through the circle of soldiers.
"Get him!" screamed the Lieutenant, and his voice almost made
Meshtak turn around. It was somehow different, more desperate
and wilder, the voice of a man...possessed?
Meshtak doesn't stop to think. He takes off at a furious pace 
down the street. He hears a twang, and an impact in his
shoulder. He still doesn't stop, but takes off down a side alley.
	The lieutenant screams at his soldiers. "You fools! How
could you let him escape? You five...you go after them!" He 
indicates five soldiers and waves them off. Certain soldiers
wonder why the lieut sent off Sgt. Baskin's five and didn't
send Sgt. Baskin himself. But like good soldiers, they do not
question.
	The lieutenant regards Farnham again, and this time
it is not his eyes but Hendrix's that transfix the gnome. 
"Nice illusion." he says, grinning. "But be assured, if you try anything
more, you will die." The soldiers look at the lieut, uneasy,
their crossbows wavering at this out-of-character behavior.

Meshtak the Draga
	
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