Tale 69 told by Taniwha on 28.11.2000
*cough*

Taniwha wandered in the other day and chatted as he had a few
cold beers.

In his usual extremely helpful way he mentioned that he
was trying to recover a spell he'd created in his youth while drunk.

All he'd say other than that was that 
groping round amidst the dust of ages and being 
surrounded by looming fear was all very well, 
but he had better things to do.
He chuckled wryly and said that he hoped any Taniwha
cleric finding the spell wouldn't get too excited at the prospect of
smashing
worlds.

At least he did something useful...paid for several rounds.