Subject: Re: [Dagger] [Porc] Krystalas holds her cool.
Date: Fri, 28 Aug 1998 23:10:11 +0200
From: Tarald Holm <taraholm@online.no>
Reply-To: Tarald.Holm@nextel.no
Organization: Nextel
To: Dagger List <dagrfall@ods.com>

> So I yelled on top of my lungs " ZARTH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
> "
> --
> Regards
> Mea

Zarth had been skulking around the ship, waiting for something to
happen, or something to do.
It was a not alltogether pleasent experience to travel by ship. Though
the waves and fresh air was refreshing, the monotony of the endless sea
in all directions coupled with the areal restrictions of the ship, Zarth
grew uneasy. It wasn't the company, he allways enjoyed traveling with
Mea, but without the rides, camps and occational hunt for dinner, and
varied scenery... well, besides, it wasn't just easy being around Mea.
She sometimes looked at him funny, and he felt strange whenever she
smiled at him. He didn't like it. He had even less control over his
vocal powers now than he did before. Zarth pondered this as he stood at
the bow of the ship, looking out over the waves. He wore his casual
clothes, and the broadsword that never left his side. It only came off
during his many swims. This was the only form for excercise on the ship,
and it helped him unwind. As he stood there thinking, he heard Mea shout
from the other side of the deck. He spun around, drawing his blade, and
stormed towards her voice. He saw Mea confronted by some horrid black
creature, and that woman, what was her name? He didn't remember. When
did she get on the ship anyway?
Not that it mattered now. He charged in with speed that belied his size,
and placed himself beteen Mea and the ... thing.. in black.

"Mea, are you allright? I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner" Not turning
to look at her, he felt her behind him, and sensed her relief at his
arrival. Eying the flying black thing suspiciously, he noticed he was
holding hands with that girl. Now that was a curious way to deal with
black robed horrors from hell. He had never tried that before. Had a
nice touch, really. When confronted by evil, most tendd to seek to kill
it, it probably never occours to them to take the evil out to dinner,
then hold hands and try some bonding. Nah. Better give it a miss.

Holding his broadsword in a ready stance, handling it as if it was made
of wood rather than hardened elven metal, he made it no secret that he
knew how to handle this.

"Mea, form where did this creature originate?"

Zarth