From: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BH] Miscrir helps Josh out
Date: 9 Oct 92 22:04:36 GMT
Reply-To: kcj8521@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology

From: sri4495@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
>	Gnosh and his buddies turned to see what was behind them, and grinned
>when they saw who had arrived.
>	Josh hoped someone inside was feeling heroic, 'cause he sure wasn't.


        Miscrir pushed open the door to the Dragons-Inn and stepped out into
the night.  Without looking around he began walking and walked directly
into a big lump of a person.

        "Out of MY way you poor excuse for a being.  Looks like your mother
must have been a troll."  With a shove that did little to Gnosh, Miscrir
started to walk away.

        Gnosh turned to meet this new arrival while the rest of his little
band stood in shock horror.  No one called Gnosh a troll and got away with
it ever.  This was turning into a bit of a bad sceene.  It didn't help
any that Gnosh's mother was a troll either.

        "Hey tough guy! Come back here and take back what you said about
my MOTHER!"

        Miscrir continued on walking away muttering to himself.  
"... You think she would at least be mad or something but NO she just acts 
like nothing happened. THAT is what is worst of all! She could at least
say something about it.  Not like you get fireballed every day."

        Gnosh charged up to Miscrir and layed a hand on Miscrir's 
shoulder just in time to hear "... Fireballed every day."

        Whipping Miscrir around it finnally occurs to Gnosh that maybe
this guy is a mage?

        Shrugging Gnosh brought up both hands and with his powerful arms
he rabbit puched Miscrir accross the face.  The force of the blow
knocks Miscrir to the ground where he just lays there as if dead.
Curiously his cloak is starting to turn a brighter shade of red.

        "TAKE BACK WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT MY MOTHER!" Gnosh shouted at the
still form. 

        Gnosh's friends circle around Miscrir their origional game now
forgotten.  They gleefully egg on Gnosh.  With a mighty kick Gnosh sends
the still form of Miscrir accross the square.  At that Miscrir's cloak
turns a bright crimson lighting the whole square a wierd shade of red
that conjures images of blood.

        "So Your Mother Was A Troll! I wish I could say that! Mine was
a whore who just forgot to tell me the king WASN'T my father!."  With
that Miscrir launches himself, directly from the ground,into Gnosh like 
a red bolt of lightning.

        Gnosh stumbles backward at the ferocity of the attack.  The 
punches weren't carrying much force but they certainly were hot!  It
was as if each one burned him.  Freeing his sword he made a quick swing
at Miscrir's neck.  

        Miscrir saw the sword coming and moved into it, allowing the blade
to sink deep into his shoulder.  A loud snaping noise came as the bone 
gave away.  Still he came at Gnosh his injured arm flapping like a loose
piece of cloth.

        Gnosh stumbled backward. The ferocity came in waves of ... heat?
He vainly tried to block some of the blows but even without an arm the
blows were coming almost to fast to see.

        Gnosh's friends watched in horror.  One of them, nearly whispering,
said "He's a beserker! I'm getting out of here!"  Each of them thought
of the horror stories they had heard about beserkers slaughtering everything
in sight.  Scrambling they left Miscrir and Gnosh on their own in the blood
red plaza that was quickly being covered with real blood.

        Gnosh too recognized that Miscrir was a beserker and now that 
Miscrir somehow was holding a knife, he decided that he had to end this
right now.  With all his might he brought his sword up and swinging around
his head brought it down with all the force he could muster, right into
Miscrir's midsection.  There was a loud crunch as some armor gave away
and then Miscrir's ribs gave away and the sword sunk deep into his side.

        Suddenly a gout of flame shot down the length of the sword and
right into the hands of a very surprised Gnosh.  Still the blows were
landing as if Miscrir didn't even notice the sword.

        Backing up, Gnosh slipped on a patch of blood and fell to the
earth hard.  Gnosh happily slipped into unconsciousness.

        Miscrir looked down at Gnoshes still form.  There was noone 
left to fight.  Like a wave of water, a weariness flooded through him
quenching the fire that burned in his blood.  Falling to his knees he
realized how hurt he really was but his memory was just a wall of
fire.

        Looking around and not recognizing anything familiar, Miscrir
stumbles off down an alley towards the low city.

        Gnosh's friends return and gather around Gnosh's still form.
Seeing what Miscrir did not see they nodded.  With only a look, one
member of the now somber group brought out a crossbow and ran down
the same alley that Miscrir used.  

        Gnosh's wounds were healing...