Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
Subject: [blade] Meshtak on the warpath
Message-ID: <1993May21.003240.1823@cheshire.oxy.edu>
Date: Fri, 21 May 1993 00:32:40 GMT

It was morning, the storm was over, and the refugees were straggling
out of the temple and stumbling their ways home. Meshtak, too, realized
it was time to get to work. He exited the temple, and noticed Blade was
not around. "Grot." the draga swore. "He left without me." Meshtak
cursed himself, knowing he should have probably expected such a
thing.
Meshtak donned his cloak and made his way cautiously into low-town.
The poorer areas of town were in chaos, the storm damaging many homes.
Meshtak sighted a bunch of looters stealing crystal from a shop; they
saw him, too, and ran off, apparently not wanting to face him. It
was strangly quiet, and Meshtak speculated that most of the people
had either abandoned the neighborhood or were huddled still in basements.
"But where's Hendrix?" muttered Meshtak. "And where's Blade?"
The next time Meshtak ran across a looter, he chased the boy and caught
him. The boy gaped at him. "Who you!" the urchin babbled in broken
common. The trinket he had stolen dropped from his hand and fell in
the gutter.
"I have heard of a new leader in lowtown. Do you know of Hendrix?"
growled Meshtak.
"How much you want know?" said the urchin, not missing the chance to
make some money. But Meshtak just smiled.
"How 'bout I don't drag your tail to the keep for stealing?" he countered.
The lad's face fell, it was apparent he wouldn't make any money.
"I don' know nothin'." the kid sulked.
"Really? Then I guess I have only one use for you." And Meshtak pulled
back his hood. "Food." he grinned, showing his sharp draga teeth. He
had really no intention of eating the child, but it certainly had the
desired effect.
"Don't eat me!!!" the kid cried. The boy glanced around desperately.
"I say I know nothing, that true; but you ask ol' Merg. He know! Ask
Merg! No eat me!" The kid cringed.
"Where's this Merg?"
"You go to Garr's Tavern, he drink there." Meshtak released the lad,
and the child scampered off.

Meshtak the Draga
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