Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Interlude: Meshtak the hunted, part II
Message-ID: <1992Nov19.041928.23404@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 04:19:28 GMT

When Meshtak awoke, he was in a bed. The bed was slightly too short for
him, and someone had pushed a footstool over for his legs to rest on. It
was very comfortable, and Meshtak was still weak, so he remained there.
As his awareness expanded, he noticed a large dog lying in the doorway
of the room. He dimly remembered hearing what he thought was a pack of
valaks, just before he passed out. No, that was impossible, this was not
Drotshava, this was Generica, and that was no valak, that was an
ordinary dog, although admittedly a large dog. As Meshtak blinked at
the hound, it let forth a low growl, from deep within its throat, and
pierced the draga with its eyes as it slowly raised its head. Meshtak
reached for his shiftsword, then realized he must have dropped it 
somewhere. "Grot." rasped the draga, trying to get enough control of his
head to at least put up a decent fight.
It turned out his worries were all for naught, for at that moment, a
voice called. "Idgie...Idgie! Hush!" The dog let out a whimper, and put
down its head. A woman's silhouette appeared in the doorway, and stood
there. As the draga's eyes adjusted, he could see she was an attractive
woman, by human standards. (Draga's tended to judge attractiveness by 
smell.) Meshtak estimated her age at about thirty. She had dark hair
held back in a tail, dark eyes, and wore peasant garb. "So.." he heard
her murmur. "The sleeper awakens."
Meshtak spoke. "I am Meshtakalanummus Slayer-of-the-first-Numpka, called
Meshtak..." he started.
"Save the titles, hero." she said as she walked over. "I'm Liera, called
the Widow Wodaoben. I found you outside, on my porch, with an arrow in
your back." She scrutinized the draga. "I honestly don't know whether to
turn you in or not...my mind tells me I should, but my instincts tell me
I shouldn't...and usually I have pretty good instincts."
	"I'm no criminal." said Meshtak. "It is true I was being chased
by members of the guard, and that was an imperial arrow in my back, but
I have done nothing wrong, except to make some powerful enemies in this
town, enemies with lots of contacts."
	A shadow passed over Liera's face. "I don't want any trouble..."
she whispered. 
	"I will do everything in my power to make sure you don't get
any." said the draga. He tried to sound confident, but his weak strength
betrayed itself in his voice. "I owe you my life."
	Liera nodded. "Yes." she said. "Yes, you do. We will talk more,
when you get more of your strength back. As for now, sleep."
She left the room.
Meshtak found himself drifting off, and before he knew it, was back asleep.

Meshtak the Draga
(ADMIN: No one has found Meshtak yet...he has some solo stuff to do before
he rejoins the 'Blade' group.)
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