Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: pjgeer@mothra.syr.EDU (Phillip J. Geer)
Subject: [UnParty] How They Showed Their Maturity
Message-ID: <1993Mar17.210942.13815@newstand.syr.edu>
Keywords: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, SELF-CONTROL
Date: Wed, 17 Mar 93 21:09:41 EST

The three met under a streetlight.  The wolf had slunk away to die from an
unwholesome bite of pizza it had swallowed, so apart from a few drunken
bums and the occasional heckler, they were left alone.  Borean was having 
difficulty catching his breath, which is strange for an Air Druid.  The
others looked like they felt.

"I've been booted out of parties before, but usually people just asked me to
leave," said the Plant Druid.  His vine had already begun to regenerate, but
as it was still dark out, it would be several hours before it would look its
best.

"It's unthinkable that such hatred should exist in the world. Why, if I
remember correctly, didn't the aerial servant say 'Everyone is invited?'
If this is how they treat their guests in Generica, I'm just glad we don't
live here."

"I concur", stated Borean.  "If Broadmoor was like this we'd have to take
action.  We could withhold rain from the crops and drive off the game. In
a pinch, we could stack a high pressure system beneath a low one and just
level the place with a cyclone."

"Sorry fellows, but this ain't Broadmoor."  Rustan walked across the street
and tried to pat Borean on the back consollingly. Instead, his hand passed 
right through him. The Air Druid, exhausted, was merging with the atmosphere.
So Rustan leaned up against the lamppost instead.  "You guys know that things
like this happen in strange towns.  Why, half the towns on the Border 
would murder you on sight, just for the meat on your bones!"

"Well, they should have warned us that they didn't want us around." the 
Animal Druid sulked.

"They should have warned us", the three sighed in unison.  Rustan ststarted to argue, but then decided on a different tack.

"You guys are The Partying Druids.  The Originals.  If someone knocks up your
style, if someone tells you 'you can't party with us', if anyone ever tells
you 'You're not good enough to hang with us' , why then that's when you show
em."
"Right." said the vinedressed vagabond. "I'll cover that house with so many
creepers they won't get out for a month."

Rustan shook his head. "No, no not like that!  Don't ruin their house. Don't
you see, as ridiculous as it sounds, that is what they want!
"What you guys need to do is show your self-control. Go back to Broadmoor. 
Look up another party.  Look, guys, I'm as sick of this dam' town as you
are.  But I won't lift a finger. Oh no, I'm gonna show them all what a good
sport I am and when I'm gone, if at least one person remembers how I held
my temper, I'll have the vict'ry."

"That idiot ranger's right. Let's go cruise chicks." Having said this, Borean
began an incantation to transmute them into hyperparticles.

A tear ran down the Animal Druid's face as he muttered "But I'll never forget
what they did to you, Rex. One day, they'll pay for what they did to you.
I swear."

Rustan frowned at that, but before he could dissuade the embittered man, 
Borean waved his arms. Instantly, the three men began to fade as their particles
shot into the heavens.
"Borean! Wait! What about your Oxygen Bong?"
A whisper:"Keep it! Remember us, Rustan! We'll look you up!"

Rustan shuddered at that last remark. He watched the three leap from cloud to 
cloud as thunder claps resounded and lightning flashed. Alert for trouble, he
watched until they dissappeared from sight, safe in their own happy world.

Then he took a hearty hit off his oxygen bong and set off for the inn for a
good nap.

[ADMIN]: This occurs the night before Rustan leaves in search of the quite
unseemly Roah the Conquerer.  And speaking of unseemly, I do wish people
would ask before they bash my creations, I would have said yes anyway.

TAM-Man
pjgeer@rodan.acs.syr.edu