Suggested changes: {before : after}

On Thu, 6 Jun 2002 22:13:57 -0700 (PDT) Thryth <thrythlind@yahoo.com>
wrote:

The castle shook again and three rats held still,
hoping the ventilation vent they were in would { : not}
suddenly give in and drop them into the waiting arms
of the Shamrock Brigade below. When the shock settled
the rats breathed a sigh of relief and continued
walking through the vent, the three of them walking
abreast through the hidden passage.

Unless they really want to go back to that cell.

"I have no idea what's going on, Lydia," Romeo said.
"But I DON'T want to get caught between those little
green people and whatever it is {there : they're} fighting."
=20
"That's why we're not going towards the #$%#
fighting," Lydia snapped. "Like I said. We get our
stuff, get some gold {: and} get @#$ outta here!" She sniffed
about, following her own scent to its source, an
almost manic look in her little rat eyes.

"Die here, or die when Lord Gothwrain finds {: us} with
nothing," Lydia snapped back. "So get a @#% move on
and stop @#%@# chattering."

"Quiet!" Lydia snapped. "The vault's around {her : here}
somewhere. I'll head in and distract whatever's there,
and you two take the bag and snatch as much @#$@ gold
as you can. Just don't touch that $@#@ machine or
they'll really be after us. I'll give you three
minutes got it? Then I #$% book."
=20
"Ain't this, {u : like, you} know, the same plan that got us caught
before?" Moisha asked.

The path to the vault was easy to find, miniature
versions of light armored {vehicle : vehicles} lay scattered about,
like some landscape after filming a godzilla movie.
The rats snuck forward and found the vault wall, torn
open by something monstrous and gulped, before heading
into the vault. It was the same vault from before,
with no visible damage, but it smelled of something
reptilian. And it smelled of fire.

"P=85plan's the same," Lydia said. "Get to it!"

Looks like M$ helpfully converted "--" to something 'pretty'.

"You have?some manners for thief and liar," the dragon
growled. "{Why might I ask : Why, might I ask,} were you in the cage to
begin with, and who might you be? If it is all right
to ask."

"Chwa, did you {here : here} that big lizard screaming like a?
=20
"LITTLE RAT!! I KNOW YOUR SMELL!! AND YOU BOTH YOUR
FRIENDS SHALL SEE WHO IS THE TRUE TERROR IN THIS
CASTLE!!!"

And your little dog too.  I think HE's a bit upset with her.

"NOW!!!" Lydia shouted, shifting into her hybrid form.
On top of the {dragon : dragon's} head, the three wererats slammed
down their blades into the dragon. The dragon reared
up, roaring angrily as it lost an eye to the
irritating pests upon its body. At the same time the
tramp of doom could be heard in the form of a column
of leprechaun artillery and armor lumbering minutely
over the hills.

Many miles away, at the same moment, a flash of light
signaled Brittany destroying the Dragonblade as the
host of dragons and dragon-kin that had invaded the
Earth were sucked back into their own world. All
except for one that had {choice :} torn up an
extradimensional pocket.

Men looked up with their faces pale, and saw the
dragon descend from on the heights. Bells were ringing
in the town as {: the} Edge Guard were summoned to deal with
the problem. Dragons could be friendly, but they
rarely dropped out of the sky screaming like little
girls, so they sort of doubted this one would be one
of the nice set.

She shouldn't have been listening to it, for dragon
speech had the power to enforce doubt and guilt even
when spoken by a dragon in seizures of pain and rage,
but she heard it {any way : anyway} as she climbed up the
shoulder. To the {creatures : creature's} throat.
=20
"$%##%@! YOU!!!" Lydia shouted as she stabbed upwards
with her sword into a soft piece of flesh under the
dragon's chin. The dragon barely noticed the pain, but
brought a claw up to swipe at its puny attacker. Lydia
felt the claws smash into her and tear her open,
snapping her spine, crushing her entirely, but {merely : she}
stabbed up again, and swiped out, neatly cutting the
dragon's throat.

"You'll have to find a mage," the jagwere said
nervously. "Actually, I'm planning on heading there
myself to spend some time with my teacher and do some
training. I'm sure her husband can take {you?.back : you back} to
Earth=85as well."

"No, this is just the beginning," Sheena said. She
took the {rats : rat's} hand and checked Lydia's pulse herself
and the forehead. Watching the rat the whole time with
concern, but in such away that Lydia knew she was
watching for any motion. "You've been unconscious for
three days, and there is still some of the dragon's
blood in your system if the signs are right."

"And how does that affect her healing rate?" Kayla
asked. She was Sheena's youngest {apprentices : apprentice}, speaking
in terms of maturity and seniority rather than
straight years. She was, after all, an elf.
=20
"{You :} The soul has a hand in healing the body of all
things," Sheena explained, the young elf-woman nodded.
"And when the soul is strong, and the will to live
vigorous, then healing takes place quickly. When the
soul is tired and the will to live is gone. Healing
slows down, health can even decrease if the patient
isn't taken care of. For a werefolk, that depends so
much on a magical soul for {healing? : healing.}"

"I don't have time for slame like you," Sheena snapped
angrily, drawing surprised looks from her apprentices
as well. Tirga shrugged and backed away without so
much as a protest, a surprise to all involved. "I
suppose you were all helping stop the forest fire?"

I'm not familiar with "slame".

"Is something wrong?" Onoli asked. "We can go to
another {healers : healer : healer's} if you don't have the room." Thropa=

n

gave Onoli I curious glance, as if to say "are you out
of your gord?" Raphiel was friendly and nice and all,
but he tended to get to be a lot very quickly.
=20
"Just a long time patient we usually keep to herself,"
Sheena said. "But there is {another : no other} room, and she needs
company."

"By the way," Sheila asked, after a long moment. "What
did Tirga do to you? No offense, but you seem a little
{older : old} for his tastes."

"Well, I'll come to see Raphiel anyway," Sheila
decided and {turened : turned} away.

Lydia blinked awake again and pushed herself to a
seated position as usual so that she could have a good
view of her lap. She immediately noticed that she
wasn't {a lone : alone} in the room anymore. What made her aware
of her new {roommates : roommate's} existence was terribly easy to
pinpoint{/ : .}

"Whatever," the rat mumbled nervously. ~Wait if we
bring Gothwrain the head of a werecheetah, he'll {no : know}
that we're...~ Lydia's shoulders slumped as her
thought was interrupted. ~He'll know that I'm capable
of doing the job.~

"Pay?" Lydia asked, {peaking : peeking} out over the blankets and
watching the healer suspiciously.

Raphiel munched on his apple and looked at the lump of
blankets thoughtfully. Sheila looked from Raphiel to
where Lydia was under {cover : covers}, and back. She smirked and
went back to eating{: .}

"We have to go out {their : there} sooner or later anyway,"
Romeo said. "To find a wizard you know?"

"Let's just go quietly and maybe they won't pay
attention to us," Romeo said hopefully. He walked to
the inn door and cracked it open, {peaking : peeking} out into the
hallway. "Okay its clear, let's go." He snuck out into
the hallway, hugging close to the wall and glancing
around. Moisha followed behind him closely, quietly
closing the door behind her. They turned a corner and
passed {: the} hobgoblin janitor, who glanced at them and
scratched his head a little in confusion at how they
were skittering along the walls.

The apprentice came in smiling. Lydia watched her
approach {: carefully} with a tray of food {carefully :}. Lydia crumpled
the note in her hand and tossed it across the room to
trashcan. The elf's sunny attitude faded a little at
the action, but not much.

"Guests," the huge {green?thing : green thing} said in drawling groan.

{"Stay? : "Stay?"} the Frankenstein look-a-like groaned.

"Where the @$@$@# @$#@$#@ am I?" Lydia asked wearily,
voice exhausted.

Sounds like she's feeling better.

"You'll only slow yourself down if you push {to : too} hard,"
Sheena said. Lydia seemed to consider it for a moment
before dropping to the ground.

--=20
Mac :})
Give a hobbit a fish and he eats fish for a day.
Give a hobbit a ring and he eats fish for an age.



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