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From: 94BWT@law.newcastle.edu.au ("Benjamin Tupman")
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Subject: [CIA] BD and Bodger into the fray . . .
Date: 28 Sep 1994 07:13:33 -0000
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BD watchs the assorted mayhem and havok as it erupts throughout the 
camp with a bored look. As Rathan undergoes his (predictable) 
transformation, he stifles a collossal yawn. Oh well . . . looks as 
if the Mortals need some help with these Gobbos . . . 
At this moment, Bodger crawls from under the cart, his Tactical 
Retreat a perfect success. From behind BD's  scaly pillar of a front 
leg he also watches the proceedings, fingering his .45 Fireball Rod 
as he does so . . . BD looks down at him with a quizzical look.
"Why aren't you partaking in this orgy of mindless distruction . . . 
" he asks the becoated Thaumaturgist. Bodger ducks a bloody goblin's 
head, sans body as it spirals parabolically backwards from the sweep 
of Guldur's blade, and replies:
"Oh, I dont know. Goblins . . . you know. Bit wimpy, huh?"
"They do not seem to think so." The dragon indicates Grays, Jones and 
Foxmore with a nudge of his head as they fire into the grey waves of 
goblins that pour into them.
"OK," sighs Bodger. "I knew I couldn't get through this adventure 
without a bit of danger." He glances at the Whale-like eye of his 
companion "Would you mind very much if I did the Dragon-rider thing 
and hopped on your back?"
BD looked taken aback for a second, then says:
"Very well . . . just wipe your feet."
Scramble, scramble . . "Ouch! Sorry BD. Is that part of you?"
"Just hurry up, Thaumaturgist."

There is a tumultuous tsunami of wind as BD spreads his enormous 
wings and begins to sweep them back and forth. The adventurers' hair 
is swept suddenly forward over their faces (those that have hair) and goblins 
go flying as the mighty dragon rises Harrier-jumpjet like into the 
air. Several goblins (who were unlucky enough to have been scrambling 
onto the Dragon's frame as He lifted off) sream in horror as they try 
(unsuccessfully) to cling onto his scaly hide. Bodger does too, 
taking a shoulderblade the size of an Inn door in his vice-like grip.
"Stop! Stop!" He cries "I wanna get off!!!"
BD pays him no heed, and brushing the errant goblins from his body to 
splatter on the rocks below, he roars in expectation of the bloodshed 
he will soon be causing.
He hovers over  the sea of rock-goblin flesh for several moments, 
making sure none of his companions in the way. Bodger starts firing 
into them blindly, unable to discern any individuals in the grey 
mass. 
Then BD lands, crushing goblins like melons under his talons. Their keening 
shreiks fill the air as those under the dragon are slowly turned into 
pate. A sweep of his tail and a rank of goblins are decapitated by 
the blow. 
"Are we having fun now?" says Bodger, a sudden rush of adrenaline 
hitting his bloodstream as BD causes mass destruction and a trail of 
gore splashes beneath the dragon's pile-driver like limbs.
# More later, gore freaks. Just let me get going . .  I'm a bit 
scratchy.