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Date Posted: Wed, May 23 2001, 12:39:29
Author: Anybody's Guess
Subject: A chance meeting... Two actually...

(Tomorrow, the battle begins. David was training himself the only way he knew how: Hunting. As a werewolf, his body was always growing stronger. This, of course, effected his other forms. Right now, he was chasing a few imps up a tree.)

David: Grrrr... Come down here or I'm coming up after ya!

Imps: Forget it!

(David was about to start climbing when he heard them talking again.)

Imp 1: Hey! There's somone up here!

Imp 2: What's he doing?

Imp 1: Copping Zs.

Imp 3: Let's sit on his face!

(More antics can be heard, but they quickly turn to shrieks of pain. The guy who was sleeping whacked 'em all against the tree trunk. This is the same fella that arrived yesterday.)

Man: Never mess with someone who's tryin' to sleep!

(David changes into his human form. He does this because he recognises this man. They met some years ago right after he had become a vampire. The man jumped down from the tree and spotted him.)

Man: I thought that was you. You remember me, right?

David: Yeah, you're-

Man: SH! Don't say it! He might hear you!

David: Who?

Man: The Time-Streamer, Moebius.

David: MOEBIUS?! I thought he was dead! For crying out loud, he should've been dead several times over!

Man: I know, but every time he DOES die, he gets a message in his past about it and he takes steps to prevent it.

David: Tricky... So why are you here?

Man: He's going to mess with history. I have to stop him. If possible, I'll kill him forever. Now... What are YOU doing here?

David: I'm helping the locals in the destruction of someone called DarkSin. Ever heard of him?

Man: No, but if this is Sarmento, then he's probably not the only villain around. I've...heard things. Now, I've got to go. There's no telling what could happen around here.

David: See ya.

(The man with the sword ran swiftly through the woods to find his enemy. When did he get that new sword? I thought there was another one...)

MEANWHILE...

(At DarkSin's castle, there was a more organized meeting going on. DarkSin was discussing...certain matters with a recent ally he had made. His ally was human-shaped, but not human-looking. His skin is red and he's wearing a gentlemen's suit and a cane, a magically active cane at that. His face is quite ugly. The mouth is usually sneering and smoking a cigar. He has big pointed ears and a scar running down the right side of his face, the eye in which that scar contains is ruined.)

DarkSin: What brings you to my domain, Lord Palethorn?

Palethorn (robust English voice): I came because I've heard, from a reliable source, that there's a very dangerous individual with a sword running around.

DarkSin: How dangerous, O demon of the Blackwave?

(Palethorn whispers two words that make DarkSin a little more concerned.)

DarkSin: You can't be serious! I thought there was only one! How do you know these things, eh? Who's your source?

Palethorn: The Oricle of Nosgoth.

DarkSin: Never heard of him. But if what you say is true, I must be prepared for anything.

Palethorn: Exactly. I must now take my leave. See you later, DarkSin.

DarkSin: One more thing, Palethorn.

Palethorn: Yes?

DarkSin: Tell that meddlesome Dagman of yours to stop leaving stuff in the courtyard. Last time, it really reeked around here before the clean-up crew came.

Palethorn: I see...

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I meant to say "Dogman". The post got a typing error. (NT) -- Massacre, Wed, May 23 2001, 15:30:13