By Thanatos:

Well... here goes... (Go easy on me... It's my first time)  
<Devlish Laugh>

     Stealth becomes a habit after you've skulked through enough
of this God forsaken Wasteland.  I've been running the wilderness
for two years now, myself... quite a long time for someone with
this occupation.  I've changed dramatically in my outlook during
the past months, and it amazes me how foreign the young fame
seeker I was then seems now.
     One thing has not changed, though, and that is the burning
hatred I hold inside for those... things that live in the
Wastelands.  The Shockels aren't too bad once you stop to chat
with 'em, but the ones we're after tonight, well, I won't stop
fighting them until one race is extinct: them or us.
     We approached them with trade in mind when we first
encountered them - at least, that's how the story goes.  I heard
it from the Elders just as you did - but they had other plans.
To this day, I've lost six friends and three family members to
their weapons.  This hatred sustains me; without it I could not
keep slaving away day after day.  This bitter taste, though...
oh, it does the job well.
     Long ago I learned the best ways to kill them.  I keep my
weapons handy at all times, for if I should run across a
straggler, his blood will foul the ground very quickly, with my
help.  So far, I have twelve notches on my Electric Sword; soon
there will be more.
     My revelry is shattered as the leader of this run calls us
to attention with a hissing intake of breath... if this air can
be called breath.  His nods quietly and we take up our positions
around the base.  My partner looks dazed on the very ether of
battle - his eyes gleam and his scales shine in the twilight.
     Overkill grins at us, and we draw our weapons and charge the
Complex, snarling.  I don't know if I'll ever see my chambers
again, but if I don't, I'll take ten or eleven of those bastard
humans with me!  As I run, I raise my voice in what may be my
last battle call...

     "Oh, for the plains of Hydrania,
      How I long for those shimmering lights...
      One day I'll return, but until I do,
      I'll never give up the good fight!"

     A quick check on my poison, then we are upon them.

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A bit of a turn around, but I hadn't seen anything written from a Hydrite
 point of view...

Later.... Thanatos (John Toomey - Somerset MA)

The Daemon's Xendrix burns into your unthinking core (1:329/879)

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