From: albert@chain.ssctr.bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Marcel [ScrRam] and Thk "Howdy Stranger"
Date: 27 Jul 1992 01:36:42 GMT
Organization: Baylor College of Medicine, Houston, Tx

ADMIN: Marcel's internal dialogue with the Rabbi now has /around it/.  They'd
be in italics, if I had them.  

	"SSSthuru.  Hisss-Click-ahhh." (and a few other words in lizardman)
	Marcel whirled and saw a wobbly looking lizardman awkwardly point
a trident at him. 
	"<Now what?  Is this land filled with demons?>"
	Thk stumbled forward, the trident now hanging limpy at his side.
A large dark-skinned man accompanied him.
	[Demons, shemons.  He's a lizard man.  And it looks like he 
lost the fight in there.]

> Marcell watches as the lizardman's eyes roll up and back into his head, 
> and, one by one, the multiple eyelids close.  The lizardman collapses 
> back into the arms of a dark-skinned human.

	[What do you want, heal the poor schmuck?]
	"/But. But./"
	[Trust me, Markie.]
	Marcel sheathed his sword, and approaced the duo.  In a calm
tone, he said "<I can help this creature, if you will let me.>"  The 
dark man looked at him quizzically, but seeing that he meant no harm
allowed him to approach.
	Marcel kneeled next to the lizard man on the street.  He pulled a 
cross from beneath his armor, and laid a hand on the brow of the unconscious 
Thk.  He began to murmur in Latin.  Mid-way through the Ritual of Healing,
sweat began to bead on his brow.  Marcel ignored the feeling and continued.
He began to smell salt-water, and his stomach began to roll.  Shaking
his head, Marcel stopped, and removed his helmet entirely.  His face
looked a little green, and he breathed deeply.
	"/He is a heathen.  God will not answer my prayers./"
	[What did I tell you about the H-word?]
	"/I am sorry.  Sometimes I forget./"
	[Humph.  Anyway, it looked like his god was fighting back.  So
break out your first aid kit.  What do you want, an engraved invitation?]
	"/Sigh.  Yes, Rabbi./"
	Marcel replaced the cross beneath his armor, and took a small box from
his pack.  He touched a panel on it, and it slid open.  He placed a small
disc on Thk's forehead, and began to examine the numerous bruises.  He
spoke to the dark man, "<I could use some water, please.   For him.>"  He
pointed to Thk, and then pantomimed drinking.  Malieu nodded in understanding,
and ducked back into the Scrappy Ram.  [ADMIN: Malieu, if that's a problem,
he can decide not to let this stranger out of his sight and come right back.
I cleared 99% of this with Rigler.  Pardons, I'm new at this.]
	"/I think the painkillers will help.  I don't know enough of his 
system to try anything more than that and cleaning the wounds./"
	[Sounds good.  You might want to give him some antibiotics for
his stump.  Those bandages don't look too clean.]
	"/I was about to do that./"
	[Fine, fine, offer some advice and I get rejected.  Very nice.....]
	Marcel takes a small device from the box, and presses it against
Thk's forearm.  There is an audible hiss, and the device beeps.
	Thk's eyes begin to flutter and come into focus on the face of
Marcel looking down at him expectantly.
	"<Are you all right, Sir Lizard?>"
-- 
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