From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Mista][L] Redlin:  Quite Upset.
Date: 19 Nov 92 19:35:22 CST
Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY

[ Redlin just got thrown into a wooden building. ]

   Splinters and chunks of wood lie scattered about the unmoving, smoking
shape on the ground.  The small life that had lived in soporiphic bliss in   
this old building emerged as the dust and debris settled around the body
lying on the ground, only to be scared back into hiding when that shape
moved with a suddeness that defied the amount of pain that he must feel.
   
   Redlin slowly came to his feet, the sounds of battle strangly quiet,
even though the combat waged in full fury around him.  He looked around,
his blurry vision and damaged hearing slowing healing themselves.  The
sight revealed to him was not overly pleasant, the large fire elemental had
just immollated the strange elf from the Inn, and a large group of the
earth elementals were pounding on the Inn's walls, threatening to smash
them flat.  

   He knew that the forces arrayed were not capable of winning this fight,
even with his help, but the chances were much better with him there.  He
felt barely able to move, though.  It was with a great feeling of
trepidation that he came to this final statement, for the answer to that
problem was as dangerous as was an assault on that fire elemental.  He did
not see any other alternatives, though.

/- Pain Editor:  Full activation. -\

\- WARNING:  Action mandated is dangerous in present condition.  Do you
wish to proceed? -/

/- Proceed with Pain Edit program. -\

\- Pain Editor active. -/

   Redlin barely noticed this last message as the aches and pains of his
body suddenly left him.  He felt young and fresh and able to take on the
world.  Knowing that this was a lie, and that he was probably doing himself
more severe damage by continuing just could not offset the terrible need
of his new friends and the terrible confidence that the pain editor
granted.  Dimly, in the back of his mind, he hoped that Delaman's Ring
would keep him alive long enough to finish the battle.

   The figure who stepped out of the building could not have been the
Redlin Aaron Hawkwind who had been thrown across the plaza.  No pain was
evident in his movement and the anger etched deeply into his face was a
terrible sight to behold.  

   Roaring in challenge, Redlin moved across the plaza, his form a blur of
movement that human eyes simply could not follow.  With speed bordering on
fantastic he ran toward the Inn, everything around him a study in slow
motion or still life art.  He saw the arms of the smaller earth elementals
raise up for a third strike, and somewhere in his mind was wonder that the
walls still stood.  

   He reached the elemental battering rams, his anger an all consuming fury
that lended him strength and determination beyond those of mortal ken.  The
first swing of his sword was of such speed that it left a black trail in
the bright air, a trail extending in a near circle as his blade cleaved on
of the elementals in twain and sliced the arm off another.  The first
elemental fell, breaking apart as it did so.  The second seemed confused
for its last few moments before Redlin cleaved it from crown to crotch.  

   A faint, low-pitched hum could be felt as he dispatched the two
elementals, and a faint black flame traced its way up and down the sword,
eventually climbing up Redlin's arm.  As the flame passed, blood vanished,
and the torn tissue of his body could be seen to mend itself.

   During this process, Redlin had become still, staring at his hand as the
wounds from his physical assault of the first elementals faded.  A bright
flash of fire brought his mind back to the present, and he narrowly avoided
being thrown against another wall by leaping forward into one of the
remaining earth elementals with such force that it was knocked from its
feet into another of the creatures, starting a chain reaction that their
slow reflexes were powerless to avoid.

   Redlin did not notice any of this, the flame had reminded him of his
anger.  His eyes narrowed as he watched the movements of the fire.  

/- TacCom:  Analyse. -\

   He did not wait for a response as he leapt to his feet, a warcry
escaping from his lips, and charged the personification of Fire.
   
-----
Master Hawk
Last Lord of Aracnis

   The deed is done, and all that shall be left to oppose its authors have
been swallowed by the darkness of thier own souls.