Tale 57 told by Taniwha on 28.11.2000
Not tonight dear, I have a headache.

A rather disheveled drow wizard warrior happened in here the other day.  A
wide-eyed and rather incoherent fellow, strange even for one of their aloof
following. Over a good drop of elven mead he babbled about a strange
experience he had, totally oblivious to the staring elves around him.
It seemed to me that the poor guy had a few screws knocked loose somewhere
along the way.  Turned out that he did.  While wandering the strange Isle of
Havmand he made the mistake of hitting on a pretty lady in the large keep
there.  She just smirked at him and made as if to slap to him.  He was
totally
unprepared for what followed.  He speculated that it was a blast of mental
energy that knocked him off his feet but he said he wouldn't be sure without
finding a mage or sage to compare notes with.