From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Aug 24 10:11:34 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7569 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!news.hal.COM!olivea!spool.mu.edu!agate!msuinfo!harbinger.cc.monash.edu.au!giaec!jrphi1 From: jrphi1@giaec.cc.monash.edu.au (J.Phillips) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [DT] Simrax arrives... Date: 23 Aug 94 03:35:53 GMT Organization: Monash University Lines: 41 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: giaec.cc.monash.edu.au X-Newsreader: NN version 6.5.0 #4 (NOV) The battle was almost played out. The last of the goddess Qira's forces were holding the sanctuary gates, but only just. What had begun as a war spanning half the known world, had come down to this small but deadly battle. The dead were everywhere, and still falling. The foul creatures were feeding as they killed, feeding on the souls of the fallen. In the end, Simrax and the other six remaining Defenders of Qira knelt to pray. As their minds drifted, they heard the moaning of the souls departing their useless bodies. They attempted to speed them on their way, but the Defenders were tired. they had fought the battle until its end, and they had lost. As if from a distance Simrax heard the door splintering under the assault of the unholy ones. But still he prayed for the deads' souls. He could hear the screaming of the souls, as they were rent by the unholy ones. But still he prayed. He could hear the screaming as the unholy ones waded into his fellow defenders. But still he prayed. The concetration of his prayer continued to grow, until at last he lost consciousness and wandered alone through the realms of bright light. Simrax awoke in a strange place, tired and sore. Looking about he saw no familiar landmarks. He seemed to be in some kind of city, like none he had known before. A feeling of nervousness came over him as he began to wander. He must find a temple that would take him in, he needed food and rest, and had only a small amount of silver on him. As he wandered further, the feeling of nervousness grew, until he felt a distinct feeling of evil. He hefted his giant mace, and the feeling of evil became almost unbearable. As he rounded the corner, he saw a man wielding a warblade, set upon by dark creatures. The feeling of evil increased to the point where it became unbearable and something inside him snapped. He charged forward into battle, swinging his mace in a wide arc, taking the nearest creature by surprise. It screamed and turned on Simrax as the mace bit deep, burning into the creature in a bright flash of searing light. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Jason Phillips, jrphi1@giaec.cc.monash.edu.au I hope this is OhK...it seemed like a good moment to get in.