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- From: dementia@cheshire.oxy.edu (Daniel Steven Reinker)
- Subject: [blade] Meshtak prepares
- Message-ID: <1993Jan22.114909.24510@cheshire.oxy.edu>
- Organization: Occidental College, Los Angeles, CA 90041 USA.
- Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 11:49:09 GMT
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- Meshtak was glad for his cloak, for he was heading for the
- Spitting Cobra and DEFINITELY did not want them to recognize him after
- the brawl that had occurred the last time he was there. Meshtak was
- definitely in the mood for a low profile.
- "Guards are after me, this Hendrix guy is after me...grot. I
- shoulda stayed in Nooyork." muttered the draga as he made his way
- to the tavern. On the way, Meshtak remembered that it might not be
- such a good idea to walk in to the tavern wearing the cloak he now
- wore. After all, he had been wearing the exact same thing the last
- time he was in the Spitting Cobra. So on the way, Meshtak stopped
- at a store that sold different colored dyes, and bought some
- green. Then he stopped at the Dragon's Inn to dye the cloak. On the way
- in, his eye caught an elf near the bar that seemed somewhat familiar,
- and as he walked up the stairs, Meshtak tried to place him. finally
- he gave up.
- Liera was awake when he came in, and looked at him, her eyes
- anxious. "I need to pick up some things." he said. "The guy who
- killed your dog is in Low Town. I'm gonna go in after him."
- "I hate to say it." said Liera. "But I'm getting very bored
- here. I need something to do. Something to take my mind off of poor
- Idgie."
- Meshtak peered up at her as he set up the dyeing equiptment. "Why
- not go down into the bar? There's lotsa interesting folks down there.
- Just tell them to put yer stuff on Meshtak's tab, okay?"
- Liera blushed. "I'm a lady...what would they say to see a lady
- all by herself in a bar?"
- Meshtak worked on dyeing his cloak. "I don't think they'd say
- anything. Trust me, women come in there all alone all the time. No
- one'll blink an eye. But tellya what...if you want to be completely
- safe, stay by the bard, Listener. No one'll bug ya if you stay by
- him." Meshtak pulled out the cloak, and was satisfied that it was
- now a nice shade of puke green. "Maybe they'll think I'm a ranger."
- he mused.
- Meshtak dug through the stuff he had brought with him to the
- room, and pulled out Sir Tyrone's scabbard. He was surprised to feel
- it was warm to the touch, and immediately he knew that Sir Tyrone
- was still alive, somewhere. "Hope I see the paladin again." Meshtak
- thought. "I could sure use his help about now." Meshtak tried to
- fit his shift sword in the scabbard, but it wouldn't fit. "Grot."
- said the draga, and satisfied himself with tying the scabbard to
- his waist with the shift sword in its whip form.
- As ready as he was gonna be, Meshtak donned his cloak and
- accompanied Liera down to the bar. As they walked in, one of
- the rabble was finishing up a joke. "So she sez 'I'm a nymph, but
- I only go after dwarven rangers.' and I sez 'Pleased to meet you...
- my name is Stoutheart Shrubbrother!'" Much raucous laughter ensued.
- Liera looked at Meshtak and raised an eyebrow. The draga only shrugged.
-
- Meshtak the Draga
-
-
- --
- "You can't help that. We're all mad here."-The cheshire cat, Alice in WL
-
- "A mass hysteria/a megalomania/reveal Dementia/reveal"-Metallica
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