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From: abb6731@ritvax.isc.rit.edu (Mister Sinister)
Subject: [JOI][Storm]  The nature of the Beast...
Message-ID: <1993Apr7.175810.7742@ultb.isc.rit.edu>
Date: Wed, 7 Apr 1993 17:58:10 GMT

	ADMIN[	What was the post about shutting off the storm directed
		against?  I didn't follow you.]



	On seeing the other ship list to one side and begin to sink, Segoi
could wait no longer.  Reaching behind him he grabbed some rope from his pack
and began tying up the wheel.  

	"Don't ye worry laddie, I've got her," cried the helms man clinging to
the wheel that was now straining against the ropes Segoi was placing about it.

	Leaping with a crach from the bridge, Segoi half fell, half rolled, to
the side of the ship near the prow.  Muttering words under his breath, he drew
from his back a long(for him it really is)sword.  The lightning played along
the blade as he held it aloft.  Then with a shout he ran along the deck in a
single motion severing the lines attatched to the ship there.  A few lines
still remained in the rigging, and as the other ship was sinking fast, there
was little time.

	"Quickly Captain!  Get thy men aloft to unfasten the crused lines
before we are all drowned!" so shouting to the captain he turned to check the
helm.  Seeing it to be holding he breathed a sign of relief.  At that moment he
felt a pain in his side.  Looking down he saw a black sword protruding from his
side.  Segoi let out a roar of pain that could almost be heard over the winds.

	With that roar he brought his hand down on the sword shattering into
two pieces.  The ...thing... looked stunned giving Segoi time to take the black
blade out of his side and hurl it back at its owner.  It sturck the thing in
the chest and now the time had come for it to loose its  dead voice in pain. 
Taking hold of his sword with both hands Segoi brought it down on the shoulder
of the beast, the force of the blow severing the body in two.  The now again
lifeless halfs lay at his feat, even as he staggered and clutched his own side.

	Mean while Darkin seemed to be having a lovely time.  After defeating
the three who were originally attacking her he had moved on to fight with
Ildamar, and the others before they had either disapperaed over the side or
spun off into other combat.  There were still many creatures on the ship, and
the cry of pain from Segoi seemed to have unerved them some, if they indeed had
nerves at all.  They were at least not so savage now, but more cunning.

	Segoi fell to one knee clutching desperatly at the side where blood ran
like a river out across the deck.  To Laurnth's and Darkin's discust some of
the creatures stopped fighting to bend down and lap up the warm liquid.  "Oh my
god, escaped her lips."  

	'It will not end like this...uhhh...the pain is only in the
body.....arggggg...the mind is stronger than the body...and I control my mind
...ALONE' the sudden rational cut through the pain like a winter breeze in the
mountains, his mind cleared, he could see again.

	Slowly the form of Segoi rose looking like one of the wraiths them
selves now, a large gash now visible to all at his side, the blood now only
slowly seeping out.  His eyes glowed, and the lightning flickered on his face,
and it was not human.  A number of the remaining undead rushed him where he
stood.  As each came at him he delivered a blow too quick for the eye to
follow, that sent them realing over the edge or into the cabin walls.  Where
they fell, those who did not go over, as before began to rise up but stopped
and clutched their heads.  The heads of those he struck swelled up, pain and
madness expressed on the faces of the damned, their motions became jerky and
sparaddic until with a popping sound, their skulls simply exploded from the
force that had hit them.  

	Segoi took a step, or was it more of a lurch forward as three more 
rushed him, one with a blade.  The two unarmed were infront and attacked first
giving the bladed one enough time to hack again at Segoi this time cutting into
his arm.  The other two clawed and bit the exposed wound in his side causing
more blood to flow freely out.  Ignoring the blows as if in a trance, Segoi
lifted off the two and cruched them together, throwing their bodies overboard.
The last drew back and thrust with the sword straight through Segoi's right
side, grinning evily as he pushed it up to the hilt.  At this Segoi raised his
head and let out a gasping cry.  Dropping his own sword he raised his hands and
brought them down on the wraith.  His fingers cut through him like butter,
staggering away the armless wraith growled and drouled.

	Segoi looked down at the sword had now run him through.  Grasping the
hilt he slowly dragged it back out, blood and sinues trailed from the wound as
he drew it out.  The wraith howled and ran at him again only to be met by
Segoi's huge hand about his head.  Lifting him off the deck the squeezed the
skull of the lost soul.  A cracking and splintering could be hurd as the head
gave way and the black ooze flowed out even as the blood of Segoi joined it
on the deck.  With a final agonizing crunch of bone Segoi closed his hand and
threw the body across the gap between the ships on the deck of the other.  In
so doing he fell forward with the force of the throw heading for the rail of
the ship...



						Mr. Sinister...
p.s. (help...)