From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: [L] HELP: Immediate Binding Needed!
Date: 4 Nov 92 17:23:05 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

In article <92309.102414ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>, The Dreamer <ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> writes:
>>     Luthor returned to the real world with a really BIG problem.  A blue
>> claw was sticking out of his cloak and working the opening wider.  Whoever
>> this Ands-ra was, Luthor had underestimated him.  Something had to be done
>> quickly...
> 
>      Luthor took off the cloak and stuffed it into the small chest at the
> base of his bed.  He attached the lock and once it was secure, he picked
> up the chest and dashed out the door.
>      With a crash, he landed in the main bar room (he had jumped down the last
> ten steps.  Already he could feel the weight of the box increasing as the
> creature emerged into the real world.  He set the box down on the floor and
> called out to the crowd of the inn:
> 
>      "Does anyone know a spell of containment?  A creature is emerging into
> this plane through my cloak and I fear that he is rather angry at me."

[ ADMIN:  OK Dreamer, I'll do it...geez :-)   ]

  Moria was deep in conversation with Amachiak and Indigo when the golden
skinned half-elf started practicing his flying routine.  She hardly spared
him a glance until his yell for assistance.  
   ##EVERYONE STAND AWAY!!!##  came the mental command.

   She wasted no time leaping up from her seat and forcing her way through
the crowd, none too gently knocking gawkers to the floor if they stood in
her way.  As soon as she had a clear line of sight to the chest she threw a
rune structure that visibly wrapped itself around the chest like a net.
   She ran to within a few feet of the chest and pulled out the two daggers
that she used to strengthen the runes containing Blade in the Spitting
Cobra.  Then the chest exploded.
   The rune mesh held the material of the explosion, but it was not
designed to hold the terrible concussive force released by the blast.  The
resulting effect was that Littlefair's fine Inn was trashed for about
twenty feet around and all of the customers had to spend a few precious
seconds picking themselves up off the floor before they could witness the
struggle between the creature from Luthor's cloak and the yound drow
mystic.
   A thin hazy sheen separated the rest of the Inn from the small circle
where this magical struggle was occuring.  The common people of the Inn
witnessed a struggle between mages unparalled fighting with no holds
barred.  They witnessed sights that sickened them, cowed them, and
eventually instilled a respect for powers that they had only seen in their
dreams.
   The mages of the Inn could not bear to view the arena with their
mage-sight.  The combat was being fought on a level of power that blinded
all but the most powerful of the wizards in the Inn.  
   Moria's powers concentrated on conjuration, alteration, and defense. 
Nothing known could pierce her most powerful shields, but this demon was
doing very well in his attempts.  Over and over she erected cages around
this demon that slowed it while it ripped through the cage with brute force
alone.  While it was slowed, over and over Moria would alter something on
this demon that forced it to stop and rebuild itself, during which time she
would erect yet another, stronger cage.  
   But these actions served only to slow the beast, it moved relentlessly
forward, until it was with arms reach of her, and she did not seem to
notice until his clawed hand swung around and slammed into her personal
barriers, knocking her to her knees.  After this fight, he was not feeling
very charitable, and wanted to feel the bones of her body crunch to power
underneath his powerful hands.  His eyes blazed as he moved over to her and
lifted his arms in preparation of destroying her shields.
   In a move that was as hoped for as it was unlikely, Moria leapt up from
her knees, her dark blue eyes practically glowing with contained anger and
power.  The two long daggers, which never left her hands, slid into the
demon's body as easily as a man moves through the air.  "NEVER
UNDERESTIMATE YOUR ENEMY, DEMON-SPAWN!"
   Visciously she twisted the daggers to the side pushed the demon away
from her.  Blue and red lightning played around the hilts of the daggers,
spreading over its body with breathtaking speed.  With a final resounding
scream the demon vanished, a pile of ash with two unharmed long daggers
lying nearby all that remained.
   The hazy shield keeping those in the Inn from harm slowly dissapated and
Moria fell to her knees in fatigue.  Her small voice could be plainly heard
over the dead silence of the Inn, "Owww."  And she passed out.
-----
Master Hawk
Leader of the Night Parade

   "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and
the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall
once more lay his hand upon the world of man."
                              -from The Karaethon Cycle:
                               The Prophecies of the Dragon.
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