From: mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [MISTA][L] Madness takes a hand
Date: 20 Nov 92 20:40:45 GMT
Organization: Dundee Institute of Technology




	As the fires died out on the naked body sprawled across the metal 
centrepiece of the plaza, a strange pair of figures considered their positions,
within the unconcious elf's tortured mind. 

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	Two figures stood facing each other each side of a large chasm, both
embodiments of the two dominant parts of the elfs mind. One was clad in robes 
of the finest kind and donned in the regalia of a Leader of a Clan. She had a
smile on her face and a large pair of sword's hung in scabbards at her side.
The figure almost glowed with health and beamed over the long drop at her rival.
Behind the figure all stood still and seemed to convey a aura of peace and
tranquility, except at the top of the chasm where the edge seemed to be
indistinct and wavering slightly.
	On the other side of the gap sat a slightly smaller figure amongst a 
plethora of writhing bodies. Every now and again she would lean to her side and
lovingly raise one of the participants towards her. She would look into their 
eyes and then seem to come to a decision. Some were lowered back into the mire
of degredation that made up Melandra's memories whilst others were neatly
beheaded and the head thrown into the void below. All around the figure the 
background shimmered and changed with a rapidity that almost defied belief.As
the figure looked up, it became evident that it was very similar to the woman
on the other side. The only evident differences were a slightly dishevelled
cloak and a dull blackness to the eyes that seemed to enclose all that looked
at her.
	Their eyes met and they regarded each other across the fissure. Within
an instant had agreed that at this moment they needed each other to keep their
battle alive and, of course, their host. Sanity would provide the clearness of
thought that was required whilst her counterpart would be given rein to releash
fully the baser emotions within body of the elf. The edge of the chasm started
to shake, and both figures withdrew to a safe distance as a fountain of beings
and spirits, ideas and raw power flooded outwards and upwards filling in the
empty void, along with a hideous breathless laugh embodying all that was
Madness.

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	As suddenly as the head had dropped it raised itself and let out a howl
of pure rage. The eyes turned to show the fires deep within the eyes, that had 
been evident before, now filled the pupils completely. From her mouth came a 
jumble of words and from her fingers came a huge bolt of lightning driven 
onwards by her hatred and aimed at the centre of Fire's back.
	From the Inn's doorway and windows, all that the Rabble could see was
a corpse that should have been dead, lift its body up and send a searing light
flashing from its hands towards the large Fire elemental. Some of the more keen 
eyed amongst the crowd gasped as the flash illuminating a stream of molten
metal flowing from a gaping hole in the side of the Elf's left leg, which
seemed to be leaning at an unnatural angle.

								Mel.

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  Melandra Flametree, Lady Wizardess  * Internet: mcspikgfm@dct.ac.uk
  Pyrolator, Princess of Vyalia       * Janet   : mcspikgfm@uk.ac.Dundee-Tech
  & Slightly Insane Elf.."BOOM..Fun!" * Dundee College of Technology, Scotland.
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