From: v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Ga] Ambush in the woods.... Message-ID: Date: 12 Nov 92 04:19:00 GMT References: <1992Nov10.130856.11675@ccd.harris.com> In article , jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene) writes... >v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) writes: > >>..however, a weak groan indicated that one of the assassins still lived. >>Garriot, ignoring the still-bleeding arrow wound in his shoulder, strode >>purposefully over to the wounded assassin and grabbed him by the tunic. > >>"Why were you trying to kill us?," he demands harshly, "Who sent you? Answer >>me!" A hand on his shoulder causes him to look up; Mardan is standing over >>him. > >>"Easy, Garriot," he says, "I think he's under some sort of spell. Look," he >>points to the blank expression on the man's face. > >>Garriot nods slowly, the rage fading from his countenance. "I think you're >>right," he says. "Can anyone besides Kyleen dispel charms? I don't think >>she's up to it right now..." > >"Let me have a look at him," says Zebron, as he strides over to the limp >figure. The drow examines the man, and sees that once brought out of the >charm, he would be in no condition to try to flee or do harm. Not that he >would have the chance, the drow thinks, seeing that all the party would be >surrounding him. > >"Well, while Khisanth wields magic that takes quite a toll, this is a simple >spell for me..." Zebron says, and soon he beings to mumble. The dark elf >then snaps his fingers, and the light returns to the man's eyes. > >"Alright, he'll now be able to talk to you," Zebron says, then leans in closer >to Garriot and whispers something about not being able to verify the answers. > >"And I'd hurry. Without healing he'll soon perish." Garriot nods and bends close to the assassin once again. Less harshly, he says, "Who are you, and why did you attack us?" The former assassin, now freed of the charm, looks confused and frightened. "Please...my name's Georly, and I don't understand any of this...I'm just a farmer...where am I? Who...who are you people? My wife is going to be worried...could you take me home plea..." Here the man's eyes roll back up in his head as he slumps forward. Garriot curses himself venomously and pulls a vial from his bag. Pouring the contents into the man's mouth, he mutters, "Hang on, friend, you'll live to see your wife again yet...live, damnit, LIVE!" Kyleen softly puts her hand on his shoulder. "He's gone, Garriot." Garriot remains kneeling by the corpse for several moments. "A farmer...and how many of these others were also farmers? How many have wives who'll be worried about them?" Slowly, he stands. "Whoever is responsible for this," he says, "is going to eat his own liver." With that, he begins building a burial cairn for the bodies.