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Message 356:

Date:     Sat Dec  9 11:06:51 2000 CST
From:     Rathe (#2840)
To:       *plots (#1506)
Subject:  The Dragon's Son

Rathe Fortimissie walked slowly down the dark streets in Peleg, his mind wandering as always. He
 heard a woman scream turning around he saw two men dragging a woman to the alley. Rathe started to
 ignore what was going on, but he heard the woman scream "Some one please help me!". Rathe couldnt
 sit back and allow this to happen.
Moving slowly through the shadows he saw one man held a knife up near the woman and was talking to
 her, the other man stood there laughing. Stracklis, Blade Of Dreams lept into Rathe's hand giving
 off a small blueish glow. The man moved the knife closer to the woman and most likely would have
 cut her if his hand wasent cut off by a single blow by Rathe's blade. Jumping from the shadows
 Rathe cut the one-handed man down with a blow to the chest. With a spin around Rathe sent the
 other man's head rolling. Putting his blade away Rathe started to walk off but the woman said
 "Wait! Dont go!". Rathe stopped for a moment "Yes?" the woman stepped forward and said "What is
 your name?" Rathe paused "Rathe." the woman nodded "Thank you Rathe, for saving.....wait where are
 you going?" Rathe didnt hear what she said anymore, he had already gotten involved too much in
 this nations problems.