Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [ST] Redlin:  Still Sore.
Message-ID: <1993Jan12.130319.4864@wkuvx1.bitnet>
From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet (Master Hawk)
Date: 12 Jan 93 13:03:19 CST


   *Blackness*

The blackness was somehow comforting, but he did not understand what that
meant.

The coolness was somehow a relief, but that concept was beyond him.

The quiet was somehow a pleasure, but that was alien to him.

But somehow, he was dissatisfied.  

'There must be more than this.'  But the words echoed back unheeded, their
very existance anathema to this place.

Time passed, but that is meaningless here.

   *A huge stone fist flies toward me*

'What?'

The quiet is broken, a steady thumping sound intrudes on this place.

   *A beautiful young lady lies on a bed, her leg nearly destroyed*

What is this feeling?  What is feeling?  Why does she *Mel* look familiar?

   *A cage rises out of the ground and closes in on me*

NO!  GET AWAY!!  I HAVE TO GET AWAY!!

   *A pale man on a dark cape stands implaled on a sword*

Who?

   {*  Just me, Master.  You must awaken, your wounds are healed, but your
body will waste away with lack of use.  You loyal servant Adami wishes to
feed, also.  Awaken, retreat from this place, embrace your memories... *}

   *A shattered hand*
   *A huge pillar of fire*
   *A whirlwind**The ground rising up around me*
   *A pretty young elf*A strange broadsword*Men in white suits and masks*
   *Myself*

The memory train abrubtly ends, the blackness dissolves into sparkling
motes of light and color.  Redlin opens his eyes and sees the room that he
collapsed into after the battle.  He felt heavy and awkward, but was in no
pain.

/* Medcom: Report *\

\*  %No damage%
    %Muscle fatigue, minor body overstress%
    %Suggested action:  Consume protien and carbohydrates%  */

/* Yes, Mother... *\

\*  %Don't you take that tone of voice with me young man...

/* End program *\

    %program terminated%% */

With great effort, Redlin pulled himself to a sitting position, even such a
small effort tiring him.  He sat there for quite some time, trying to
regain enough energy to stand.  Finally, giving it up as a lost cause, he
rolled back onto the bed and went to sleep again.

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Master Hawk
OverMaster of the Invaders

   ...and so ends your tyranny.  Such is the price one pays when they
consort with the lords of law, now feel the power of the lords of chaos...