Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [blade] Fighting against T-crocs Message-ID: <1993Feb26.071040.24958@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu> From: mreinker@nyx.cs.du.edu (matthew Reinker) Date: Fri, 26 Feb 93 07:10:40 GMT References: <1993Feb17.162455.4616@cheshire.oxy.edu> In article dshaffer@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Donald A Shaffer) writes: > > What a day, Chip thught to himself. No sooner had he found the soft shelled >ones then they go off and get themselves into trouble with eshtak and the >demon spawn. at least the t-crocs looked tasty. > Chip took out his blue gythka and through in the water next to the nearest >group of t-crocs instantly freezing the water and completetly imobilizing the >t-crocs. Chip leaps to his gythka and pulls it out then llloks to see whats >left. > Gortok was stunned. He had just gotten away from Blade, and found himself surrounded by T-crocs. He was tired, but prepared for a pitched battle, his Axe held at the ready, when he realized that he couldn't move his feet. The foot deep water that he had been standing in was frozen solid, trapping the T-crocs that surrounded him in place, as well as his feet. There was a magicommand (tm) that would heat up the blade of the Axe, for "cautierizing wounds as well as heating coffee on a cold morning." It provided plenty of heat and no light and would be perfect for freeing him and wouldn't give his position away to Blade. Unfortunatly, Gortok didn't know the command, and there wasn't enough light to look it up in his instruction manual. And his feet were getting cold. Clearly, he needed help, and fast. "Tyrone," he whispered. "Arcadio, Max, ANYBODY! HEEELLLP!" -- 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