Re: Division of Treasure

From:Dungeon Master
To:Ivan
Date:Wed 14 Jul 1993 23:25
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Ivan's discussion of treasure is quite futile in the heat of battle!

Nevertheless, I'll now post the battle results (assuming temporary control of
Borack since he hasn't seem to have posted in a while.. anyone know where he
is?)..

Through a combined effort made by Ivan and Malcolm, the lantern-wielding
slaver is subdued and surrenders, pleading with Ivan not to kill him. Malcolm
holds him firmly with his staff underneath the slaver's neck, ready should the
gladiator or the advancing Aardvarkin wish to run him through. Aardvarkin,
unsure of what to do at the moment, instead attacks the whip-wielding slaver,
puncturing his armor and following through into his chest. The man drops his
whip and gurgles something unintelligible before he falls backwards, the
thief's sword still imbedded in his abdomen. A smile plays across Aardvarkin's
face as he bends down to retrieve his weapon.

Ivan, time still on his hands, abandons the prospect of killing the
surrendered slaver for a moment and instead turns his attention to the leader,
whose horse he punches in the neck with his shield. Carideth, too, attacks the
leader, carving up his legs again quite nicely, and yet again, the leader
makes no attempt to retaliate, instead sitting there, smiling.

Borack, meanwhile, tends to the last remaining slaver, swinging at him with
his staff. The man leaps back and cuts his sword through the mage's arm,
opening a light wound.

Malcolm begins to drag his prisoner backwards, who seems to go willingly
enough. "I don't think we should kill him - he's surrendered, and he might
prove to be useful if we let him live.." shouts Malcolm as he withdraws a
dagger from the slaver's belt, along with his purse, both of which he hastily
stuffs into his own belt, all the time maintaining a tight grip on his staff
which is still poised against the man's throat. 

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