Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker) Subject: [blade] Meshtak moves in Message-ID: <1993Feb4.085619.26869@cheshire.oxy.edu> Date: Thu, 4 Feb 1993 08:56:19 GMT Meshtak stood outside the Spitting Cobra, adjusting his green cloak. The sign out front proclaimed "Blade versis Dribbit the Drow! Da Batle of da Sentury!" "This is crazy." muttered Meshtak to himself. "This is stupid. Why am I doing this?" The draga kept reminding himself what an asset Blade would be to his side. "If I can get him to join me, that is..." Meshtak walked in before he could lose his nerve. Trawm sidled up to him. "Hiya. A ranger, huh? Can I getcha anything?" Meshtak was caught off guard. What did rangers drink, anyway? "I am Stemphar Grassfriend." he improvised, speaking in his best snotty- ranger voice. "I drink only fruit juice." "Fruit juice?" Trawm repeated. "yes." said Meshtak. "Any fruit juice will be fine." Trawm wandered off, muttering something about pansy rangers and fruit juice. Meshtak paused to stare into the arena at Blade. The jagged behemoth was doing battle with some psychotic drow. As Meshtak watched, the drow cast a spell and covered Blade's head with a sphere of darkness. While Blade staggered confused, the drow lept in, his two scimitars flashing. The blades scraped off of Blade with a showering of sparks, making a loud screeching noise but doing little else. Meshtak paused to look at a nearby board where he noted the odds against the drow were 20 to 1. Nearby, they were taking bets on how long the drow would last. Trawm appeared with a glass of orange juice. "Here ya go." he said. Meshtak took the glass. The draga indicated the combatants. "Why does the drow fight? I find it hard to believe he could win." Trawm shook his head. "Oh, he can't. All he has to do is last twenty minutes, and he gets a small fortune. I doubt he's gonna even do that, tho. Not many do." Meshtak stripped off his cloak. "Hiya, Trawm!" Trawm gaped. "You! The draga! The one what set fire ta my place! Out! Out, fore I call the guard!" "You'll have to send them to come and get me." said Meshtak, and with that, he lept the railing, into the bloodpit below. Meshtak the Draga NEXT: Blood! Gore! All this and Blade too! Don't miss it! -- "You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL "A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica