Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: ag708@Freenet.carleton.ca (Jason Hamilton) Subject: [JOI] Culture Shock unto The Grounder Message-ID: Date: Fri, 24 Sep 1993 16:07:12 GMT As Taylor crawled through the underbrush he spent his time cursing the sound, it kept changing one moment pipes, the next a flute and then a guitar. If he had the chance he'd kill the cursed sommener or was it summoner? Ah well it made little difference. Suddenly there before him was some thing he'd only herdard of, there weren't even pictures left of them. For a moment all he could do was stare in fascination, "Well I'll be a surface dweller! A real, live and breathing pix!" he groaned to himself as he realized that he had just made a public announcement. "I bet a bleedin' giant could've heard that." he grumbled to him self. Now he would probably have to kill the pix as well as any other intelligent creature on the island. As well as answer the summoning. This was just not his day. Quickly pulling the cross bow off his back he knockednockededed a poisoned bolt, took aim and fired a warning shot. Which just nicked the tip of the pix's nose. The tree it struck began to wilt noticeably. Nocking another bolt he stepped out and took aim. "That my dear pix was a poisoned bolt, and this," he said tossing a pouch out to the creature "is the antidote, now move for it and you're a coat rack, on the other hand, don't move for it an you're Buzzard bait." Taylor smiled grimly " just be glad you're not the summoner. Any way, it's your move pix, make it a smart one." [ADMIN] I am dreadfully sorry about shooting the pix without asking however Ian still has not explained the Alias to me. Please not how ever Taylor has no intention of killing it. -- EveryWhere you look life is filled with grim realities, hard facts, plain truth that's not so plain. Every day you are forced to struggle atempting to survive. Not me! Remember life is short, so why live in agony Role-Play today! P.S. life IS short, JOKE hard!