Tale 41 told by Taniwha on 28.11.2000
Dispelling the Darkness

Most of a Drow wandered in here the other day, I say "most of" because large
bits of him were missing. Left ear, left arm from the elbow down and he had
a bad limp. He wasn't paying much attention to the barmaids either, but then
being a Mage there could have been other reasons for that. 

Even the orcs felt sort of sorry for this guy, he looked like he'd been part
disintegrated.  After a few drinks, everyone mellowed out figuring he was no
real threat.  An elf mage started to get a bit niggly later though, put up
mirrors and starting making nasty jokes. The Drow just smiled, you know,
that nasty smile they seem to learn as kids and the elfs mirrors just went.
I mean like, not there. You could see every spell caster in the place sit up
and cast a quick detect magic. That poor elf was totally stripped of magic.
Helluva trick.

That beat up Drow got a lot more respect after that. All he'd 
say about it was that killing elves was a LOT easier than whacking
beholders.
And he smirked some...