Hearing the tale of the Archmage's dagger, and feeling slightly out of
place among all of the old friends gathered around him, Torgath almost
found himself wishing that something would happen, anything, to get him out
of Balefire's shadow.
	He watched the one they all called Mea approach, and sat impassively as
they were all reaquainted with each other.  Mea suggested that they leave,
and Torgath was inclined to agree, when suddenly the sunlight faded away.
	"Funny," said Twilight, "It's too early to be dark."  They all looked
upwards to find a large shape blotting out the sun.
	"It's not dark," said Torgath ominously, "Asmoneas approaches."
	Balefire drew his sword as Torgath dismounted.  "No!" he exclaimed with a
force and determination that caused even the giant man to pause.  "Please,
it must be done by me.  I can't explain why, but if you so much as lift a
finger against that dragon, I will kill you, or die trying."
	Torgath drew both of his swords, ignoring the looks of stunned anger by
his companions.  The heat and cold of his two Katanas caused moisture to
condense on the ground.  
	The dragon screamed, and began his descent.  At seemingly the last moment,
Torgath clanged his swords against his chest, and promptly disappeared.  He
reappeared on the dragon's back, and jabbed both katanas between the
scales, causing the dragon to scream in pain, and plummet to the ground.
Asmoneas hit the ground face first, causing Torgath to fall directly in
front of the grand dragon's face.  
	Then, Asmoneas made his fatal mistake.  He opened his gaping maw to devour
Torgath whole.  Just as it seemed he would be swallowed, Torgath Rammed
both swords into the roof of the dragon's mouth.  The dragon thrashed and
writhed, and while he was distracted, two bolts of God's fire came shooting
out of his gauntlets down the beast's throat.  He then took his swords and
carefully  crawled around until he was hanging from the beast's horn, and
shove his swords into the ear canal of the monster, piercing its brain.  
	As the dragon's death throes slowed to a halt, Torgath severed its head
with three cuts of his swords.  He muttered some words of magick, and the
head disappeared as Torgath had so few moments ago.
	That done, he breathed a huge sigh of relief, and turned around, ready to
face the music for speaking to Balefire so insolently.

Jeff Cauwels
cauwels@hnet.net