From: jgreene@dorm.rutgers.edu (Jeffrey Greene)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Brighter lights and Louder sounds!!
Date: 14 Oct 92 05:12:14 GMT
Organization: Rutgers Univ., New Brunswick, N.J.

fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet writes:

>> back.  After a moment, a strange dark light seems to emminate from her
>> clothes, and a pale shimmering field of ?something? unlike any magic or
>> psionics ever seen surrounds her.  Slowly images begin to form over her
>> head...Pale images of a strange blade-covered monstrosity, images of a man
>> in a glowing red cloak getting hacked at by an ugly brute, and others.  The
>> images fade in an out of focus, as if she has little control over them.

>   Within seconds, the images begin to cycle through themselves again,
>showing the same people over and over.  Suddenly the images cease to gyrate
>wildly from image to image.  Her eyes snap open, and her face takes on
>the look of one who is concentrating all of their being into a single task. 
>Slowly, with slight, jerky movements, the images circumvent the arena where
>the bladed monstrosity resides, until the edge is reached.  When the dark
>elven maiden sees the silver runes placed as a ward, a feral snarl erupts
>from her throat and her eyes blaze with fury.

>   As her eyes fall back to the level of the room, the image locks itself
>in place and expands that all might see it.  In a voice that rings shrill
>from anger, and perhaps even fear, she loudly demands:

>   "WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS OUTRAGE??"

Indigo looked worried.  She _obviously_ meant him.  I mean, there could always
be another bladed monstrocity in an arena with silver runes.  Yeah.  Right.
And sea-monkeys might swim out his butt.

Ok, _she_ was yelling for _him_.  Not a good sign.  I mean, any other of these
jokers, sure, he'd stand up to them, but she was a dark elven FEMALE!  And a
pretty powerful psi, to boot.  His shields barely lasted that probe.  Imagine
the strength of an attack!

A technicality.  What he needed was a technicality.  Ok, he was responsible.
That much he couln't deny.  But was it an outrage?  He hardly thought so.
The landlings had sent the beast to the ocean, where it already tore through
a sea-elf colony on it's way to shore (in an undocumented post -Ed.).  Why
should that thing be allowed to rest and heal to wreck the ocean floor later?

Like, while Blade was in the 'Cobra, Trawm would keep it busy, right?  It 
would not be allowed to slumber, but instead dwell on its crimes.  That was
a fitting punishment, no?  And Trawm actually _wanted_ it, so he was happy.
And he did pay for silver warding glyphs.  Silver?!?  You can't get a better
eldrich metal for holding magics.  And, just to be sure someone didn't try 
to make off with the runes, he had the old "turn into a carp" curse set to 
go off before the protection was breached.  Outrage?  Not bloody likely.

Summoning up the courage to speak to the drow, Indigo addressed her:

"My dear lady, if that is what I think it is, then I am the one you should
hold responsible, at least for the beast's current position.  But an outrage?
I don't think so.  All parties were satisfied to their liking.  The sea elves
have justice, the Blade-sinkers can question it, Trawm is making more money
than ever, and the monstrosity itself is serving pennance for its misdeeds."

"However, if that is not to _your_ liking, then please use words to persuade
me to set things different.  If your arguments are sound, I will do all in
my power to make things right."

Trying to emphasize the words "words" and "arguments," Indigo slipped into
the brine that was temporarily his home.

*** Ooooooh! Indigo's in trouble! ***

-jak
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