From: mreinker@nyx.cs.du.edu (matthew Reinker) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Blade] Gortok and friends pursue Meshtak. Message-ID: <1993Feb12.223705.23199@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu> Date: 12 Feb 93 22:37:05 GMT References: > Quickly droping through the still smoking hole, the Wererabbit spoke as >soon as he had landed. "Nice axe. The silver cuts rather nicely. The >lightning is a neat trick, too. How many times a day can you do that?" As >Arcadio followed, Tyrone realized he had slipped into shop talk, the informal >manner of speaking that Paladins use when away from outsiders. "Er.....Come >my fellows, the trail leads this way. Meshtak and Blade lie ahead!" Hoping >that his impromtu speech would cover his faux pau, the slightly embarrassed >ex-Paladin bounded down the stinking tunnel. Gorrtok was felt silly and stupid. He hadonly owned the axe a couple of months and still didn't know a fraction of what it could do. Because of that, he sometimes used it stupidly and with the eagerness of a small child. Again he chided him self for not paying another 200 gold for the user-friendly handbook. He realized just how little he knew about the spell and how stupid it had been to use it. The sound had probably warned Blade of their coming and he didn't know how many times he could use the spell, there were a great many words in his instruction manual that he didn't understand. "I don't know," he answered Tyrone. Who, from some reason was looking very flustered. "I suppose that I could use it all day." > "Hi, remember me? What's Meshtak up to now?" The dwarf turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Arcadio was speaking to some new guy. A strange warrior or did Arcadio say mage? He shrugged the newcomer off as another allie and focused on what lay before him. A tunnel stretched out berfore and behind him. he sttod on a small walkway that ran along both sides of the tunnel with a channel of unknown depth running down the center. Tyrone hopped into the tunnel and stood beside the Gortok. 'Light would be nice,' thought Gortok. He held up the blade of his Axe spoke aloud. "Lidez." A thin beam of light shot forth from the tip of the blade and began cutting grooves into the wall. "No! Stop! Uh, clutuh. Dorma Lidez niht!" The beam stopped and an embaressed Dwarf turned toward the Were-rabbit. "Say, can you make light with that sword of yours?" >> "...how do you feel about sewers?" > > "That depends. There aren't any tri-oxy-nitro-carbon steel residues > down there, are there?" Max asked conversationally. > Arcadio shook his head. > "Well, let's get into it, then", Max said in an oddly cheery mood, >and jumped into the sewer. The strange talking wizard joined Gortok and Tyrone and began to follow them. Gortok turned toward the newcomer, and with traditional dwarf politness, asked his name. "Who are you?" He waited for an answer. Gortok the undwarf ADMIN: Don't forget Max, you have never met Gortok before. -- My Ideas and opinions are my own. I don't share. Any errors you find in grammer or spelling are not mistakes, but ART! "I'm going slightly mad!" Queen